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.


31. Gym


“I have a reason to change me back.”


“I have unfinished business.”


“Just change me back!”


“Or else.”


“I’ll jump into the lava.”


“Why not?”


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

“Wake up Emily! It’s Sunday; you will finally learn how to turn that ghost power off. Wow, god, I’ve become your alarm clock!”

I sit up shaking. The dream is getting far more intense, as in the lava part ghosts surround my rock and bodies are burning around me. Last night was the worst night yet. Hopefully when I can turn off the power to see ghosts my nightmare will calm down. Otherwise, I think I may need to see a counsellor.

“The nightmare again, right?” At least Tia understands my pain.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s going away soon.” She looks at me, concerned. We had got much closer as the week went on. We talked as much as we could and we quickly became close friends. If she was alive and went to my school I’m sure we would be best friends.

“You should get up and get ready. We don’t have time to talk right now.” She’s right. I get up, look at her and she turns away. I begin to change into my clothes I set out and try not to feel awkward. She’s not looking, its fine I guess? After I’m done, she wishes me luck.

“I would say I wish I could have lived to get some training and see my transformation, but then that means I would have lived two years longer with my Dad. Two months was enough, seriously. What I will say is that I wish my mum didn’t disappear. That would have been great; I could have lost complete contact with my Dad.”

“I get what you mean. I’m so sorry that things happened the way that they did.” She launches herself back into her story.

“You know, I wasn’t the only one that my Dad murdered. I say that my mum vanished, but really my Dad murdered her too. He told me when he was drunk one day. I never told a soul in fear of the same fate. It wouldn’t have mattered; it happened anyway. Maybe I wouldn’t have met you though.”

“Thanks for that, thanks for telling me just before I go to train!” I say to lighten the mood. She laughs a little bit.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I was joking! I don’t mind hearing your story.”

“I shouldn’t have to plague you with it, Emily. It’s my tale, not yours.” I look over at the time. Shoot. I’m going to be late. Why didn’t Dad wake me up? Was he even awake himself? Tia notices too. “Go, quickly.” I smile at her and rush out of the room.


“Today, Emily, I’m finally going to give you some peace of mind. I’m going to teach you how to turn your ghost power off.” My father says as he paces in front of me. Just like last week we are in the back corner of the training room, trying to be as antisocial as we can. Thankfully, the dummy has been fixed since my last episode where I ripped a hole in it. “Again, you’ll need to warm up to get you to concentrate on your powers better. Do you want to still warm up using the dummy? Do you think it would be wise? Can you handle it?” Can I handle it? I don’t know. Last time was bad, and I don’t know if this time would be better or worse.

“I’ll try Dad. I don’t know how I’ll react to it, but it can’t be as bad as last time.” He smiles as me weakly, afraid of what I’ll do this time. He steps to the side and points at the dummy, and I stare at it briefly. Come on Emily, don’t be scared. It can’t hurt you, and if you damage it, it will be okay.

“Go on Em, or you can do something else.” I throw my best punch at the dummy. The way he said that sounded to me like he thought I couldn’t do it. I began to challenge him in my mind. He thinks little of me? I’m a Psychic. I’m a Lilac. I’m Emily. Of course I can do it! I started to punch harder and faster and I started to block the world out. A voice comes from far away. “Emily...  Emily...stop ...” I don’t care. I am the best. I can do this.

“Emily, stop!” My Dad’s voice cuts into my head and brings me back to reality. I’ve done it again. My fingers are crooked and bleeding, while the dummy is bloody and the stuffing was all over the floor. What had come over me? I don’t know why I would ever do that, it’s so unlike me.


“Emily, why?”

“Dad, I, I don’t know. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry Emily, right now we need to bandage your hands again.”


“So now, we can begin. Do you remember how to turn your power on?” I think for a second. Do I? That lesson was such a blur, what with hurting my hands and throwing up. What did I do again?

“To be honest, I can’t.”

“That’s okay, I didn’t think you would. The first step is to be at inner peace. Breathe slowly and comfortably.” I remember vaguely doing this, so I close my eyes and focus on the air around me. Be at peace. Be still. Breathe. “Now, remember when you thought about ghosts to activate the power?” I slowly nod, so as not to lose track of my concentration. “Good. Now you have to do the opposite. Think of a world without ghosts. Pretty simple, you’ve lived that way your entire life! Just concentrate solely on this thought.” I decide to remember my childhood; a time when none of this mattered or existed. A peaceful time. A beautiful time. But as I think of this my mind strays to the first part of my recurring nightmare. Me as a child, alone, in a never ending field. To anyone else it is a nice image, yet to me it brings bad feelings along with it. Just as I am about to force myself to think of something else, my mind eye opens with no prior warning. Instead of light, the feeling of a shadow whooshes through me, from my head to my toes. I shudder, and then it’s gone. It’s over. I open my eyes, and I am me again. I am at peace. The ghosts have gone. I breathe a sigh of relief; hopefully things will get better for me. This time I feel my breakfast come back through my body – this time it’s not such a surprise – and this time it comes just as I think of Tia. My Dad steps back as my insides reach the air again.

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