Lilac

On the day of Emily Lilac's fifteenth birthday, her father gives her a purple amulet - a lilac amulet – an ancient relic of her family. When she puts it around her neck, her world, her life changes.
She discovers that she is not human. And neither is everyone else.
She is part of the new generation of Psychics in a world of monsters. She is one of the only, one of the rarest species in existence and she is the key to ending the war between the two most powerful species around.
And in the midst of it all, there is a love. A Gravern and an Eternal come together, set apart because of the war, and must keep down in fear of death.
So Emily fights: not for the Eternals from the sky; not for the Graverns from the ground; but for the love that her friends share.

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19. Dream

Hello Miss Lilac.

A young girl stands in the middle of a green field. She looks about nine years old, and her hair is tied up neatly in a bun. Her lilac hair, her poker straight lilac hair, which flows out behind her in a long wave. She wears a short, red dress covered with polka dots, and has small feet with no shoes on. Her short ponytail is tied up with a bow.

It is time.

“No!” The small girl shouts. “Give me more time! I’m not ready! There are still things I need to do!” She pulls up her skirt and her socks while she yells; they slipped down when the wind started.

It is time for you.

“You aren’t listening!” She shouts even louder. She takes off her shoe and throws it into the sky. “Take that; take my shoe instead of me!” The shoe falls back to the ground and lands on her beanie hat. “Stop telling me! I’m not ready!”

It is time for you to grow up.

“No it’s not!” She shouts again at the sky. “It’s not my time. I still have stuff to do! Give me another year, please?”

Miss Lilac.

“A month?”

Miss Lilac.

“A week? Anything? Please, just give me a day. Just a day is all I need!”

Miss Lilac.

“Ah! Stop saying that! Say something different!”

Miss Lilac.

“Shut up!” She picks up a small stone and throws it as hard as she can at the sky.

Please Miss Lilac, calm down.

“Why should I calm down? You can’t make me grow up. You are going to try, so I am going to fight. I won’t calm down until you stop trying to make me do this. I’m not ready, you hear me? You hear me?” She throws a bigger stone at the sky.

Please Miss Lilac.

The stone hits the sky and it cracks the sky right open. It flashes red and turns the clouds black, and the girl is no longer in a field. She is standing on a rock floating in a never-ending pool of lava. The girl doesn’t scream or shout or even look afraid: she still has the same look of determination that she did before.

“I’m still not growing up just yet. You can just forget it. I’ll come back in a day, I promise you. Just leave me alone for now!”

NO MISS LILAC.

The voice is sterner. The girl undoes her plaited hair and still stands to oppose it.

I AM AFRAID I CANNOT ALLOW THAT, MISS LILAC.

“Well tough.” Says the girl “I have unfinished business to attend to.”

I CANNOT ALLOW THAT, MISS LILAC.

“You can’t make me. You can’t make me! I refuse to grow up, I refuse!” She ground begins to shake.

I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO STAY YOUNG MISS LILAC.

“Well I ‘cannot allow’ you to keep telling me to do this, to keep bossing me around. This is my decision. I am not growing up!”

YES YOU ARE, MISS LILAC.

“No I’m not.”

YOU ARE, MISS LILAC. YOU CANNOT DENY IT.

“I would rather die than grow up now.”

JUST BE GLAD I MADE THIS DECISION FOR YOU.

“I will never be glad about other people’s decisions. This is my life. I need to make my own decisions. I will not grow up yet.”

TOO LATE, MISS LILAC.

“What?”

TOO LATE.

The little girl is not a little girl anymore. She is taller and curvier, with longer lilac hair. Her skin is a canvas colour and her eyes are in flames. In the pupils is a dancing inferno that angrily jumps out of her sockets. She is no longer a little girl.

“I told you I wasn’t ready! Change me back! Change me back, now!”

I CANNOT, MISS LILAC. YOU ARE ALL GROWN UP NOW, AND I CANNOT CHANGE THAT ANYMORE. GO NOW, IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO BE A RESPONSIBLE ADULT AND GO INTO THE ADULT WORLD.

“I’m not meant to be an adult yet!”

YOU ARE, MISS LILAC. WOULD I HAVE CHANGED YOU IF YOU WERE NOT READY?

“Yes, because that is what you did. You made a grave mistake.”

HA. YOU THINK I MAKE MISTAKES?

“I do. I don’t just think you do, I know you do.”

FOOLISH MORTAL. DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU KNOW BETTER THAN ME? I AM EVERYTHING.

“Mistaken comes under ‘everything’.”

I AM GROWING TIRED OF YOU, MISS LILAC.

“Good. Change me back and I’ll be on my way.”

YOUR STUBBORNNESS DISPLEASES ME. I CHANGED YOU FOR A REASON.

“I have a reason to change me back.”

WHAT IS IT, MISS LILAC?

“I have unfinished business.”

THAT IS NOT A SUFFICIANT REASON, MISS LILAC.

“Just change me back!”

I CANNOT.

“Or else.”

OR ELSE WHAT?

“I’ll jump into the lava.”

YOU WILL NEVER JUMP INTO THE LAVA.

“Why not?”

BECAUSE I WILL PUSH YOU INSTEAD. GOODBYE MISS LILAC.

The girl feels force on her back. Her feet skids along the rock. She sees the lava ahead and she’s about to fall in when –

 

I wake up.

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