These were her only possessions now, even though her parents had thrown her a big birthday party just a few weeks ago.
Because Telmarra wanted to join the Galactic Union with Kaldoa.
Now her parents were both dead.
Her twelth birthday was not likely to be any fun next year.
Her heart beat faster, Why did they do this?! How could those stupid jerks--!
In her vision, and only her vision, she saw a faint olive hue slowly rise up, above the steel ceiling were golden lines of electricity flowing between lights and switches, air vent fans and who knows what else. She was surging. She could feel her magic inside. Sheyla shut her eyes and buried her face in Tala. She could still see in olive vision with her eyes closed, but she could distance herself from reality too. Anger was an easy way to emp, and she didn't want to do that in the bunker. Other people were in it.
She was going to stay away from them.
Okay, so I didn't start the story with the TV debate, but oh well, I'm starting to blog my story (kinda the condensed version, it will only have Sheyla and Desmond's point of view) and my plan is to try to post a segment each Friday, however long or short, and just make this story happen at last. It'll be imperfect and not a final draft, but it'll be something. I'll edit it into a real book later on.
Might try posting segments on more days, but Friday for sure I want to become consistent with.
Man, this is gonna be such a roughdraft. XD