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.


9. Lessons

My form tutor gets the class to sing me happy birthday, as if the surrounding classes needed to know who else had transformed into something. When Miss Evens stops singing, the girl I’m sitting next to, one of the nice plastics Scarlet Dorman, tells me: “Oh my god, it’s so hard at first but it’s actually really easy to get used to the idea of being some creature. What’s harder is not being able to tell some of your friends. My birthday’s September 8th, so none of my friends knew yet and the only other two were Ashley Morgan and Lucy Lewis!” She pulls a face at the thought of those two. Ashley is a really geeky gamer and Lucy is one of the Goths. I pretend to agree on hating them too, although Lucy is actually one of my friends.  “It’s so hard to keep quiet about it!”

“Thanks for the heads up.” I say, and she immediately moves on to her ‘amazing’ boyfriend so I zone out pretty quickly.


Miss Evens tells me that I have to speak to her outside. It’s hard to talk to her properly because she is a Witch with a dancing light red aura that keeps flying dangerously close to my nose.

“Emily Lilac, budding Psychic. Wow. I said a very similar sentence to Nate when he came here you know. Similar, not the same. Anyway, this will be a very exciting time for you. Your schooling, however, will not change apart from PSHE. You will go to a lesson on being a Psychic with the only Psychic teacher in the school.”

I immediately know who she’s talking about and suddenly feel relieved I didn’t get anyone else. “Miss Gold.” Mrs Gold is my English teacher and she’s really kind to almost everyone. She especially likes me because I actually try and I don’t coast.

“Exactly. You will go to her classroom, E5 for your PSHE lessons.”

“Yes Miss.”

“Now, happy birthday Emily. I can’t tell you what becoming a Psychic is like but it can’t be much different from my transformation. Go and sit back down, and have a wonderful day.”


My first lesson is Biology. It seems quite odd because although according to my Dad we aren’t humans and we’re different species, my teacher Mr Clarke tells me that it’s more like we are breeds of human. Very, very different breeds of human. He also tells me to go outside for a minute and he eventually comes and talks to me holding a clipboard.

“Emily, happy birthday.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Now, what does it feel like to be a Psychic?”

“Um, it’s okay I guess. It’s still a bit weird because I’ve only been one for 2 hours now.”

“Okay. You don’t mind me asking you about it once in a while, do you? I’ve never met a Psychic before, and I am interested in knowing what it’s like. I mean, you can understand, right? I’m a Biology teacher after all.”

It’s a little creepy, but I accept. “Okay, but I might not answer every question if I don’t want to.”

“Very good, do you understand today’s work?” I nod, and he sends me back in. I take my seat next to Tina.

“What did Mr Clarke want?” She asks me.

“It was so creepy; he asked me what it was like to be a Psychic and then asked me if I could answer some more of his questions about it when he thinks of them.”

“Oh god, that’s really off!”

“I know right? Anyway, enough about me...”

“How can you say that? You’ve become one of the rarest species there is, gotten loads of awesome attention for it and you say ‘enough about me’? Come on, this is your day! I mean, I bet you could ask someone out right now and they’d say yes, providing they know you’re a Psychic, providing they’re 15.”

“But they’d only say yes because I’m a Psychic, not for who I am inside. Anyway, there’s no-one I really like, all the boys in our year are jerks.”

“That is so not true. You like someone!” She gives me a little, playful shove. Although I don’t actually like anyone, I change the subject because I am awful at denying things.

“What about you, it’s your boyfriend’s birthday tomorrow, what have you got him?” Lucky Tina, she has two birthdays in one week to pay out for.

“I got him a Beatles CD I know he doesn’t have...”

“I thought he had them all?”

“He will when I give him the ‘Yellow Submarine Soundtrack.’ I’m also getting him the newest Call of Duty game for the Playstation.”

“And this is why he loves you, Tina. If I was a boy I’d love ya.”

“That is such a lesbian thing to say, Emily!”

“And this is why you love me too!” I give her a big hug as a joke, and she squirms and groans and tries to shove me off when Mr Clarke walks past.


My second lesson is EPC which stands for...

“Epic pancake challenge!” Alice yells in the corridor making Bella cringe. I just laugh and join in. “Epic pancake challenge, February 18th 2010!”

EPC actually stands for ‘Ethics, Philosophy and Citizenship’, but me, Bella and Alice invented a game to play in the lesson. Our teacher, Mrs Dyson, is on maternity leave so we keep having supply teachers we can mess with. The aim of the game is to throw as many paper pancakes as we can at our teacher, and we get bonus points if it gets stuck to their clothes. We make the pancakes using a giant hole puncher Bella got from Switzerland and we write our initial on the front and the back so we know whose is whose. The one who gets the least points buys the one with the most points a chocolate bar worth 50p. The one in the middle gets nothing.

Today we have Mrs Godwin, our ‘Learning Manager’ who is basically the Head of Year’s second in command. She is a useless teacher because she never has any idea what she has to try and teach but she never tells anyone off either. She stands at the front not moving; we have a theory that she falls asleep standing up with her eyes open.

I get two pancakes stuck in her hair, but none of the others hit her because she keeps moving. When we count up the points at the end of the lesson, I’ve easily lost. I promise Alice a Mars Bar and we head off to our spot in Drama for break time.

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