Soul Thought

Ella Green has a secret - when she thinks hard enough about something, it comes true. Whatever she draws, or writes or makes, works and comes to life.
She is a modern day superhero - and she hates it.
All she wants is to survive, meet her soul-mate and live a long happy life.
But some people have very different plans for her.


8. Different types of soul

 Different types of soul


“Are you sure?”

The question was posed at Celeste, and she turned to look at me, eyebrows high and amusement in her eyes. I knew she wouldn’t take that kind of question from anyone other than me, so I felt the need to ask for all of us.

“Yes.” She answered curtly, and I nodded shrugging – it wasn’t my place to judge.

We were stationed across the road from some little rest-stop café/restaurant in the middle of the high way. We had been driving for over two hours, following Celeste’s instincts as to where her soul-mate would be found.

Celeste stared at a young girl in a purple shirt with the café logo imprinted over the left breast, and a knee length black skirt. She smiled and seemed to be flirting with all the customers – in return getting a larger than normal tip.

“I wonder.” Celeste muttered and I chose to ignore the fact that she was starting to chant.

 I had discovered a lot of harder spells required words instead of the wave of the hand or thought. For the past few days Celeste had been concentrating hard, and her power was waning because of it, meaning even a simple spell like the one she was performing required her to speak.

We had been sitting in the car for half an hour – we were the only ones left. The others had all gotten out as soon as they saw the rest-stop. It was easy enough to spot them in the crowd, because even without meaning too they stuck close together. Celeste had been saying she was going to get out, go over and introduce herself for the last twenty minutes, though we both knew she wouldn’t do that.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind Belladonna appeared on the hood of the car, staring at Celeste for a moment before jumping off of the car. The cat walked through traffic, and my heart rate jumped erratically – but it seemed even when a car came seriously close to hitting her, she just appeared on the other-side, none-the wiser.

“Jesus” Celeste cursed, opening the car door and hesitantly following her cat across the traffic.

I watched from the car as Belladonna made her way up to the waitress – who I assumed was Celeste’s soul-mate by the way the cat weaved its way between her legs. The waitress smiled, bending down to scoop up the cat in her arms, laughing as Belladonna planted a kiss on her cheek.

The two of them turned as Celeste finally made her way across the road, blushing furiously. After a brief conversation the woman turned Belladonna over to Celeste, who was shaking her head at the cat. But instead of walking away like I expected the waitress too, she smiled at Celeste, her hand lingering on her arm a moment longer than what I knew was normal protocol.

I straightened in my seat as they both came over, and I cleared my throat nervously, unsure of how to act around my best friends soul-mate.

“Ella, this is Dolly.” Celeste introduced calmly, though I could see the excitement and pure joy in her expression.

“Hi” I said meekly, before repeating the word a little louder, trying to make myself comfortable.

“Is she in?” I turned the question towards Celeste, who opened her mouth before closing it, turning towards Dolly, who stepped closer, taking a deep breath before looking me in the eye.

“I finish in twenty minutes; I’ll be ready to leave then.”

I stared at her agape and she seemed to relish in the fact she had surprised me. She planted a quick kiss on Celeste’s cheek before sauntering back over to the café, easily slipping back into her waitressing role.

“She’s brilliant.” Celeste spoke with awe and I had to resist a giggle.

“What can she do?” I asked, watching Dolly with curiosity.

“She can make people do whatever she wants. She has to be in close contact with them of course, but that’s how she gets such good tips. She can also talk to animals.” Celeste smiled briefly, and I was more than happy knowing she was happy.   

“Belladonna?” I questioned, and Celeste blushed deeper, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Belladonna told her about me before I could even get there.”

I laughed lightly, before becoming more serious.

“I guess it’s time to round up the troops.” I motioned towards where Dolly had grabbed her bag and was talking animatedly with what I assumed was her boss.

I concentrated on the little group of my people, constructing an illusion of me sitting at their table. This was their hint from me that it was time to go, I didn’t know if it had worked until I opened my eyes and saw an exact replica of me sitting at an empty table, and the group of kids walking across the road as one unit.

Dolly looked over at the table uncertainly, and I erased the image from the table, adding an extra bill to the table. I wasn’t sure if my money was real, or whether we would get in trouble for leaving it, but I figured it was better than stealing.

The back door opened and people started filing in one after another. I wonder how it looked to the people across the road – considering there were definitely more people than would seem able to fit in a single car. I wasn’t even sure how I did it, I just drew a normal looking sedan but made sure that within it I imagined an extra area with more than enough seats. Somehow the car came out ok, and everyone was able to fit in the one car – which I figured was better than having to try to follow one-another across country.

“So where to boss?” One of the guys asked, leaning into the gap between chairs and I scowled, I had no idea where to even start with trying to find Karter.


Kaleb whispered in my mind and I smiled – he always had an idea. Sometimes I hated it, but at times like these, it was better than nothing.

“Uh. Just give me a minute.” I stammered, looking at Celeste for help.

Celeste put the car intro drive, and I was glad in that moment that I had decided to let her drive. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the connection I had once held WITH Karter. I could feel Kaleb drifting towards me, lending me his help with reaching him.


“Karter?” I asked, and the figure in front of me turned, worry etching his features.

Karter looked older than when I had last seen him, sadness seemed more a part of him; as though he had suffered a loss no-one could ever understand.

“Ella?” He asked, as though unsure if I was really there.

“Yeah, hey” I waved stupidly, and hated myself for it instantly.

“What’s going on?” Karter asked, finally guarding his eyes from the pain I knew was there.

“Where are you?” I asked, and I wondered briefly if he could hear me, every moment he seemed to be getting further and further away from me.

“I followed the connection to California” He stated, but I had a feeling that wasn’t where he was now. 

“And?” I asked hesitantly, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear this, but at the same time I knew I had to.

“I found her. I was going to bring her back home, try to find you. I know you would need help eventually, and… she died Ells.” Karter’s voice broke and he fell to his knees, I tried to cross the distance between us, but the ground at my feet became like wet cement and every step seemed to take an eternity.

“Where are you now?” I asked, my voice almost screaming so that he could hear me.

“I went home.” Karter explained, and then the dream dissolved.


“Turn around!” I practically screamed and Celeste slammed her foot on the brake hard and we all jolted forward breathing hard.

“We have to go back.” I answered their silent question, knowing none of them would ask it aloud.

“Karter went home to Miss Hilary’s.” I explained slowly, and though I knew none of them knew who Karter was or what Miss Hilary’s was, I knew they were all nodding, agreeing with whatever I said.

I settled back into my seat breathing hard – wondering if the pain I now felt in my heart was my soul, or a remnant’s of Karter’s which was shattering beyond help. I felt someone squeeze my shoulder and I closed my eyes, knowing if I let them open I would start bawling like a baby.

It is his pain you feel. His mate is dead, and his soul is dying because of it.

Kaleb explained what I already knew and it hit my core hard. Kaleb removed his hand from my shoulder and I relaxed slightly, my mind still running wild with the things that might happen, could happen.

One of the youngest kids found her way to the middle console, in that moment I couldn’t remember her name, or her power, but I was almost relieved it was her sitting there, there was darkness about her, and I had the feeling she saw more than what I, or anyone else in the car did.

“Don’t worry Ella, you’re fate is not like his. You and your mate are bound to live long lives…”

I wondered in that moment if she was going to say more, but she quietly slipped from the console and back to her seat in the very back part of the car. I watched in my peripheral vision as her mate grabbed her hand, sending an upset glance in Kaleb’s direction. The fortune teller’s mate patted her hand slowly, whispering that everything would be alright, even as her eyes rolled back in her head.

After that we drove in silence, I kept trying to reach Karter in a dream with Kaleb’s help, but every time I tried I got nothing – just a kind of static, like I had tuned into the wrong channel. Kaleb suggested that since Karter knew I would try to reach him, he could block it.

It made sense since Karter was immune to all powers – which I knew was essential if we were going to save the world. It almost made me laugh – a week ago I didn’t even want to deal with having powers of any sort, I just wanted to survive my testing and find my soul-mate and live happily ever after. But between now and then, I realised I’ve changed beyond anything I could have dreamed.

I’ve accepted the fact that I have gifts, that I was a genetic anomaly. Maybe my powers were a heaven send, or a hell send, who was I to assume whether my powers were innately good or evil? All I know is that it mattered what I chose to do with them that made them good or evil.

I guess I still want to know who my soul-mate is; it’s hard knowing he’s so close but not knowing who he is. I wish I was like Celeste who with one look, knew instantly. But maybe my soul had been broken a little by Karter, and now I wouldn’t be able to recognise him unless there was a neon sign pointing him out.

Maybe. But that wasn’t what was important any more – I’ve come to the realisation that there’s more to life than love. Maybe that’s what I need in the end, but until then we had to save the world – not an easy task if you ask me.

But nobody asks me.

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