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.


30. Tia

“I mention you when I say my prayers

I wrap you around all of my thoughts

Boy you're my temporary high
I wish that when I wake up you're there

To wrap your arms around me for real

And tell me you'll stay by side
Clouds filled with stars cover the skies

And I hope it rains ‘cos you're my perfect lullaby...”

I’m singing Beyonce in my room as my first ghostly roommate strolls in.

“You’ve got a really nice room.” The voice makes me jump. It’s light and airy, and sounds young. I turn off the music from my iPhone and turn to look at her. She is pale; not only because she’s a ghost but her skin tone would have been in life too. Her hair is a grey blonde and she is shorter than my 11 year old brother. Despite her young appearance in the face, her build makes her look about 13. I open my mouth to say hello, but then I remember that I can’t speak to ghosts yet. I close my gaping jaw and stare at her awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

“Oh dear. I was warned in the advert that you’ve only had one lesson of Psychic training. Don’t worry, I’ve heard there is a way to get you to be able to talk to just me. Hand on a second...” She takes a step towards me and my body temperature drops immediately. She thrusts her hand at me; at first I think she’s trying to shove it down my top so I flinch, but then I realise she’s actually trying to touch the amulet. To my surprise, I actually feel protective over it already, despite me only having it attached to me for a week and a bit. She touches it lightly with her finger and it lets out a light glow. I briefly close my eyes, and after I open them she’s glowing too, but a lilac colour. She is completely lilac instead of grey. Lilac. It’s like she belongs to me. I shudder.

“So, I hear your name is Emily Lilac. You seem nice. You know, even though I haven’t heard you speak yet.” I look at her with confused eyes. “Don’t worry; you can talk to me now! I’ll be able to understand you.”

“Um, hi there. I’m Emily, but of course, you already know that somehow...” I say awkwardly.

“Yeah, I do. It was on the advert that was released about you. Apparently I’m your first ghostly roommate and you won’t be able to send me on next week, so your Dad will have to do that instead. I don’t mind though.  The description of you on the advert was nice.” A description of me? How do the ghosts know what I’m like? Are they watching me..?

“What did the advert say about me?” I ask nervously.

“It said that you were called Emily Julia Lilac.” I blush at the sound of my middle name. “Your birthday is the 15th of February and you are 15 years old. You are new to the whole Psychic thing but you are really enjoying it. You like the fact that you are different because you’ve never really stood out before, and you also like that you are a powerful being because you secretly desire a bit more control over your life and some of the lives around you.” I gape as she looks straight through me like I am made of glass. “Don’t worry; we all have flaws. I won’t avoid you for it. Wanting control isn’t that bad, you know. You also feel a bit alone because you hardly know anyone like you. That’s okay, you have me now.”  I blink a couple times before speaking, shocked at all that she knows about me.

“Well, I have nothing to hide! I don’t need to introduce myself, so let’s hear about you. What’s your name?” She giggles when I speak.

“My name is Tia Rosetta. I was 13 when I died, so 13 I’ll remain forever.” Rosetta, what a beautiful name! I cringe as I ask her the next question. Dad said it with no problem, but I still worry about saying it to her.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but can you tell me about your death?” She laughs at me; completely the opposite reaction I was expecting.

“Not at all! It’s not rude to ask a ghost that you know, unless you’ve just seen them die. If they come to you then you can ask. I died on January 19th. Pretty recently, actually. I’m lucky I found you so soon! I lived in Leicester, even though you wouldn’t have thought it from looking at me. My Mum and Dad got divorced and they fought for custody of me. I hated my Dad and was close to living with my Mum, but then my Mum ‘disappeared’ mysteriously the day before it was confirmed, so my Dad had to take me in instead. It was hell. He was an alcoholic and he abused me often. He hit me, cut me, starved me, and he even purposely undercooked my food which gave me food poisoning. This was affecting my grades at school, amongst other things, and I came home one day with bad news. They had moved me down to the bottom set for everything and they were threatening to get me a tutor for after-school sessions. My Dad was furious and...” Tia becomes to look distant and sad. I find a lone tear sliding down my face, so I quickly wipe it away before she sees. “Well, let’s just say the day I brought home the bad news was January 19th.”

“Oh.” I say. That’s it brain? Say something else you moron! Nothing comes out of my mouth, even when I try to speak. Her story... is so... I don’t know. The ending is still shrouded in mystery. What happened? Murder? Suicide? Something completely unrelated to him? That seems unlikely though, the way that she tells her story. She smiles at me weakly.

“It’s okay; I know it was a sad story. Most ghosts you see will have depressing stories like mine so be prepared.” I nod sadly. Every roommate of mine is going to have a difficult past. “Anyway, to change the subject, can I ask you a favour?”

“Sure thing. Ask away.” I’m unsure of what she’s going to request.

“Can you look up my father’s name on Facebook? I know he has it. I want to know what species I would have been.” Fair enough. That’s a do-able request.

“Sure.” I say turning to my computer. My Facebook is already on. I have 8 messages, but they can wait until later; I have a job to do. I have been more popular on Facebook since my transformation: I have 50 more friends, 28 more people messaging me on a daily basis, and over 10 times the amount of likes on my photos and statuses. I get that being a Psychic is rare, but do I need this much new attention? “What’s your Dad’s name?” Tia closes her eyes and tenses, struggling to bring herself to say it.

“Matthew... Matthew Rosetta.” I type it into the search bar next to my name. She points to a picture of a muscular man with big, bushy facial hair and spiky brown hair. He’s wearing black shades that mask his eyes and frame his face. “That’s him, my Dad. My murderer.” So it was murder. God. I hope that it was a relatively painless death. I look at him again. The species is really easy to spot, and it seems obvious when I look at Tia again. She really would suit it.

“So what is he? What would I have transformed into?” She seems to get desperate.

“You would have been a...”

“Dinner Emily!” My mother shouts up the stairs at me. Tia looks at me.

“I’m really sorry, I have to go now. I’ll be back soon, okay?” I stand and walk towards the door.

“What would I have been Emily? Please, tell me before you go.” I turn towards her when I reach the door.

“Tia Rosetta, you would have been an Eternal.” The last thing I see of her before I leave the room is her massive grin.

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