Before I jump into the story with some fantastic, mind-blowing scene that makes you want to divulge into my life like it was the secret to existence itself, let me just say that it wasn’t always like this; I didn’t always have this so-called “gift.” I wasn’t raised to be…whatever I am. I was a normal teenage girl with crushes on boys that would never like me (Tyler Romsen, Steve Orle, Ryan Tanorisa, to name a few heart-breakers), and emotions that could only be described as unpredictable as the rain, to be cliché. The thing is, I thought I was normal. Heck, most teenage girls think they’re normal, and there was nothing particularly spectacular about me that drew people in. I didn’t repel my peers either, but I wasn’t popular or well-known. Mention the name “Elysia Lorcane” to anybody at John Marcus High School and the form of response received would be a mere blinking of the eyes in incomprehension.
 
So, I haven’t made a name for myself yet, so what? Like I said, I’m nothing special. Well, I was nothing special, but things changed. The only thing interesting about me, in my opinion, is my appearance. I look like a pixie that’s had a little too much magical juice with my slightly upturned, tiny nose, triangle-shaped face, tiny pout and eyes that can’t decide whether they’re blue or green. Too bad my figure is willowy though, otherwise I could have pulled off the whole fantasy forest creature look. Oh well, it wasn’t like it was a personal goal of mine or anything. Never mind all this talk of my appearance, what am I? Conceited? Heh, maybe a little, but who isn’t?
 
Back to the story. You know the one; girl gets magical powers, girl fights world, girl restores peace to the universe, and so forth. It’s like every other story you’ve read, right? Wrong. There’s too much glamorization going on when writers record events, making people like me with “talent” seem invincible and greatly desired. No wonder why everyone wants to read about people like us! Listen up, because I’m only going to say this once: if people in the world had magical powers, then it would be pretty obvious. Not behind-the-scenes headquarters in official, indestructible buildings where everything is hush-hush. We have to survive just like you do. We have to live just like you have to live every day and act normal about it. Because, if we don’t….things could get pretty nasty.