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In the depths of the Swedish Forest, a group of people with special powers are hidden by governments all over the world. The armies call them into any kind of situation they find they can't handle. Sabian and his friends find this highly irritable, but the pay is always good.
But when they begin to uncover the plot of a huge evil rising from the depths of the world, Sabian and his companions have to find a way to use a seemingly normal girl to even start to fight this as faced with the largest threat the world has ever found...

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2. The Normal Ones

 Sentimental. That one word kept going through her mind, over and over again. What right did they have to call her sentimental? This was where she was born, where she was brought up, the place she was proud to call her home. Birmingham was her heaven and where she felt safe, and now she was to be torn away from it and her parents have the audacity to call her sentimental...

 It’s not like it’s a bad thing... is it?

 Sylvia was sitting in the middle of Creation Skatepark. It was eight o’clock and if her parents weren't out, she would have been grounded by now. Still, if she was moving to Dover in a week, she was going to spend just about as much time as she could in this place. It held a lot of memories.

 The warm evening breeze was nudging her ginger hair, as if encouraging it to tickle her nose as an attempt to help her forget about all this. She looked up at the darkening sky, pondering over the aspect of someone looking back, until she heard the distinctive sound of grinding wood on metal. She saw Jake skating, racing towards the half-pipe.

 “You okay Sylvie?”

 “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking things over.”

 “You seem to be doing that a lot lately. If you’re not careful, you’re going to grow up to be a philosopher, probably the worst job in the world. All you do is stand in front of people, saying stuff that no-one really understands.”

 Sylvia chuckled. Jake had always been the closest thing to a brother. They would never had been separated since reception, and, although had never been in a relationship, they had always cared about each other more than anyone else. A friendship like theirs seemed to them to be much to risk by falling in love, breaking up, and it taking 5 months to build up the friendship once more, by which time, it didn’t feel the same anymore. They both agreed in the logic of this and had sworn by it since year 7.

 Sylvia sat forward, running her fingers through her hair in desperation. She thought she would never leave Birmingham. Her friends. She would have grown old in the only place she truly knew as home. Now she was going to be shipped off to the coast to a windy seaside town and there was nothing she could do about it. She looked up at the slowly appearing sky. She suddenly felt really small. She wondered where she would go in life. What she would do. Who she would eventually become. Then a picture of an older version of her appeared in her mind. But it wasn’t her. It wasn’t Sylvia James that grew up in East Birmingham and spent most of her days in the skate park. She wouldn’t go to the German Christmas Market looking for something cheap enough to buy with her pocket money of five pounds. She wouldn’t be the girl who spent her lunch times at Hall Green Secondary School around the Skaters and BMXers that seemed to be the only people she could be herself around. She saw a 27-year-old woman on holiday in a crowded Spanish market, with hardly any recall of her life in Birmingham.

 Forgetting her almost perfect life was exactly what Sylvia feared the most, which made this picture in her mind make her feel sick.

 Jake put a hand on her shoulder. “You know Sylvie, I’ll always be here. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ll always be here if you need me.

 Jake’s kind words made her feel better, but it just wasn’t enough.

 Sylvia leaned back and started feeling homesick before she’d left.

 Sentimental, I suppose...

 
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