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.


22. Preparation

The school week went quicker than I thought. Soon enough it was Sunday morning and I woke to the sight of my father shaking me.

“Get up Emily! It’s time to learn something. We have to go somewhere cool! But it’s an hour drive away so please wake up.” I sit up drowsily and stare at my father.

“I’m going to learn how to use my powers aren’t I?” He nods his head.

“That is correct. Now, I’m going to need you to get dressed and get ready, while I make a breakfast you can eat in the car. We need to be there in one hour and thirty minutes. By the way, I took into account how long it takes girls to get ready.” I scowl at my father, but I know that he's just trying to help and make things good for me.

“Thanks Dad, we do need quite a bit of time normally so thank you.” I stick my tongue out at him, and he does it back to me. “What sort of thing should I wear to this?” I ask.

“You should probably wear something comfy that you can move around easily in. It has to be something you would wear to the gym. Does that sound easy enough? That came out wrong; do you have something like that?”

“Yes thanks, I think I have something like that in mind. Who will be teaching me?”

“I will be. I will be teaching you how to use your powers.” He says proudly. “Now, your brothers and sister think you are going to jump up and down on trampolines. Do you think you could pretend to do that?”

“That sounds easy enough.” I yawn. I’m still incredibly tired; I have just woken up after all! “How long will we be there?”

“We will be there for an hour and a half. Come on there, slow poke! Hurry up! I’m going to go make you breakfast now, so you need to start getting ready!” He gives me his hand to pull me out of bed and I take it. He leaves the room and I start to change out of my pyjamas and into my gym clothes: a pair of black jogging bottoms and a pale red short, elastic top with a picture of a bird on it. I’ve always liked the image of birds. I guess I’ve always liked the idea of flying, too. It seems like something that could make you so free...

I slap on some dull, natural make up to cover my spots and make me look somewhat decent. I have finally got used to the idea of me not looking like I used to, and I’m finally beginning to accept the changes. I quite like being different, but I still get odd looks wherever I go. I guess that will never go away; that will never stop. I also keep getting the nightmares. Really, it’s the same one over and over again, and I never expect the end. I always argue the same way, the sky reacts the same way, and my lava burning experience is always a surprise. And the sheer terror I get in those last few’s not getting any better; in fact it’s getting worse.

After twenty minutes of getting ready, I stumble down my staircase like a drunken sloth. My dad just laughs at me as I flop and trip and end up sliding on my bottom when I stand on Natasha’s favourite toy train. I stand up and brush myself off while my dad stands still wetting himself. I scowl at him again, for the second time in the morning.

“Thank you, my caring father, for helping me in my time of need. I applaud you for your success.” I say really sarcastically. He tries to stop laughing but he fails and ends up spluttering all over the carpet and crouched up against the wall. “Seriously dad, it wasn’t that funny, was it? You should have stopped by now. Surely you must be stopping soon?” He sniffs and does manage to stop himself.

“I’m sorry Emily, that just was a perfect fall; it belongs on You’ve Been Framed.”

“How can a fall be perfect? It really hurt!”

“I’m sorry that it hurt, it just was comedy gold! It was a fall that I wish I could have been responsible for!”

“I’ll just reposition the toy train and you can get to it.” I get very sarcastic at the worst of times. Luckily my dad doesn’t really mind.

“You mind your language Emily!” He says slightly jokingly, but means it too. “Anyway, your breakfast is made, have you got all your stuff together?” I nod, and thrust my favourite handbag in his face. I always keep everything I could ever need in there. Pain killers, plasters, spare earrings, extra foundation, lip gloss, a mirror, a tampon, a fiver, a pen, an AA battery, a pencil, a notebook...

“Emily, isn’t that bag a little bit big for...” He pauses and looks around before carrying on. “...trampoline practise?”

“Yes dad, it’ll be fine! It has everything I could ever need in it and I’m prepared for any circumstance! Apart from being dehydrated, I haven’t got a bottle of water. Can I go get some?”

“Sure.” My dad says. “Once you have it then we can leave. I’ve got my Sat Nav so at some points in the journey you’ll have to be a bit quiet. I don’t really know where we are going, but according to the inter-web...” I cringe as he says this. He can be such a dad! “...this one is the closest to us and it is one of the better chains too. Now, go and grab your water and we will be off!” I run past him to the kitchen and grab the first bottle I can see. Suddenly I realise I’m jumping up and down in excitement. I’m going to learn how to use magic! Is that awesome or what?

“Woo woo hoo ho hoooo!” I yell as I run out to my dad’s rusty old car. For once, me being embarrassed in it is not the first thing I think of when I climb in.

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