Chapter 2
BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! My alarm clock screamed the next morning. I groaned an rolled over, looking straight at
it. Inwardly, I threatened to smash it
against the wall. I did this every
morning. I’m not really a morning
person. BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! The alarm was still going
off. Ugh! That annoying thing. I guess I should get up. I turned the alarm off and threw the
covers off me, much to my dismay.
Without getting out of bed, I opened my closet doors (with my mind of
course) and picked out an outfit. I
turned on the light and got dressed.
“Morning, Dad!” I ran down the
stairs and into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Eira,” he continued
scrambling eggs. Dad looked up, “I
forgot to ask you how your testing was.”
I stiffened. The doctor person
had told us not to tell anyone…but Dad knew I was a half-blood. Did he know about my abilities?
“Yah. It was good,” I commented shortly. I looked down at the table I was sitting
at. Dad set a plate of eggs and toast in
front of me and I ate in silence.
Fortunately, Dad didn’t question me further.
Dad drove me to school and I went
straight to my special class. I liked to
call it “The Half-blood Society of the Round Table”. We did sit at a round table...
Once outside the door of the
classroom, I paused, taking a deep breath before turning the handle and walking
into the room. The doctor was the only
one in the room. He looked very
different, though. He had lost his lab
coat that he had been wearing the day before.
He had replaced the coat with a t-shirt that said, “How did we let the
elves die off like the dinosaurs?”
“Good morning…doctor…umm…” I
trailed off, having absolutely no clue what to say.
“Sir Donovan,” he corrected. Sir?
Was this guy a knight or something?
“I’m not really a doctor. I’m the
founder and president of the Half-blood training and protection division of the
government.” I tilted my head sideways,
trying to comprehend what he was saying.
“All half-bloods have special abilities.
My job is to teach you to use them for the benefit of the world. If one turns evil, the world will be in
trouble.” My eyes went wide at the
thought. Were half-bloods really that
powerful? All we could do was move stuff
with our minds…right?
At that moment, the boy with the
blue eyes walked into the room. Sir
Donovan welcomed him and offered him a seat at the table. Both of us accepted the invitation and sat
down. Just before the bell rang, the
other two students walked in. They were
also boys.
“Please take your-“ Sir Donovan was
interrupted by the rather obnoxious bell.
“…seats, gentlemen,” he finished.
Much to my surprise, the two boys obeyed and sat down. “Now that you are all aware that you are
half-bloods, I need to educate you on how powerful you truly are. But first, are there any questions?”
The boy with the rainbow eyes spoke
up first, “Can only half-bloods move things with their mind, or can elves do
that also?” Sir Donovan seemed pleased
at the young man’s question.
“Only half-bloods.”
“Why only people like us?” I
asked. Sir Donovan seemed to ponder this
for a moment.
“I don’t know. Are there any more questions?” No one answered, so Sir Donovan started his
lecture. “Half-bloods are the most
powerful beings on Earth. Their only
threats…” he paused, “are other half-bloods.
If one stops a bullet from hitting them, the other can force the bullet
back towards the one who stopped the bullet.”
Silence filled the room. No one
spoke, no one blinked. A sense of
urgency hung in the air. A chill crept
up my spine.
I looked at the person to my right, then my
left. “So…the government is trying to
train us so that we are all on their side?”
