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Mirela Estelle lives in a world where a certain percentage of people on the earth could create unseen things- emotion, sound, wind, light, and even taste or feel. but only 1,000 out of the 7,000 people who have these powers are the most extraordinary. Mirela was one of those 1,000. when the evil king of Kidron went crazy with need for the most special powers, he sent his henchmen to harvest the powers for himself- which required killing the gift holder. Mirela chooses to leave her only home, loved ones, and comfort in order to help save those more unfortunate than her. but when her secret 'undergroud railroad' is discovered, its up her and her new friends beside her to continue living. but not too late for her. for the world.

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Chapter 1Chapter One

"Miss Estelle? Are you sure you're alright?" Mirela's tutor, Miss Blair said.

"Yep, just peachy," Mirela muttered, rubbing her aching head. "just tell Arlo to cool his jets."

"Hah!" Arlo barked from the other side of the field. "you want ME to cool my jets? speak for yourself, puny."

Mirela scowled. "yeah, I do. now if you'll shut your trap, we can get on with our game."

Arlo growled. "what did you say to me?"

Mirela stood up, confidence lining her fear. if she had any fear left in stock, that is. "you heard me. or do I have to say it again in braille for you to understand better?"

Arlo's impatience snapped, and he ran across the field to her still-aching body. Mirela struggled to get up, to face her opponent, but a sharp pain made her hiss and fall back down.

"Okay, that's a no-no," she ground out. Arlo was getting closer. 20 feet. 15. 10. then Mirela remembered. she wove her hands into a ball, expanded her emotional energy, and threw the invisible ball at her incoming target. suddenly, it was as if her world was slowed down. his feet stopped. his face relaxed. and to finish it off, she flicked a bit more emotional energy. now, he stood grinning like a little boy.

"Estelle, what did you do to me?" he said in a cheery and peaceful voice.

the teenagers and kids around the yard erupted with laughter, and the tutors had to cover their laughs behind black-gloved hands.

Mirela grunted as she finally succeeded in standing. though her side kinda hurt. despite the pain, Mirela grinned. "well," she said cheerfully, "I think my work here is done." she flipped her long, dirty blond ponytail over her shoulder, Arlo's eyes watching it sway in obviously fake awe.

"see you in class, Arlo!" Mirela called over her shoulder. "ta-ta!"

"This isn't over yet, Estelle!" one of Arlo's friends yelled.

"Not by a longshot," Mirela murmured to herself.

Extra:

Name; Mirela Estelle

Ability; is able to make others feel peaceful, can make others see the pain in life, and expand it.

Power; 9.2

Name; Arlo Gaelic

Ability; can make others fearful of anything he would like.

Power; 5.4

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