Impossible becomes Possible

Impossibles becomes Possible: chapter 4

It's been minutes, maybe hours since my new-found power has shown itself, but my head still doesn't believe it. It's impossible! How can someone possess such an unnatural force within them? It's crazy! And how am I going to control it, keep it hidden from everyone and everything else? I feel the sudden urge to tell Cassie as we have never kept secrets from each other before, but how will she respond, knowing that her best friend now has scary magic powers which she cannot control and is humanly impossible? No, it will stay hidden and nobody will know.

A tap on my door drags me out of my messed up head. Lynn walks in holding a mug of hot chocolate with five marshmallows on the top; my favourite.

"Where have you been missy? I've been calling downstairs for you but you didn't reply, what's up?" she asks in her best comforting voice she can possibly muster.

Oh nothing, just I have some freaky power running through my veins that I can't control and now everything someone wishes for can come true.

"Nothing, just school, you know, exams, homework and things" I lie.

"Okay honey, just call me of you need me" she replies before walking out my room and gently closing the door behind her.

I've got to admit, she does have her sweet side, but rarely.

However, the blissful escape from my current situation is wearing off and the questions and worries start coming back to me. I have to get out. I need some fresh air, to clear my head. I need my park.

When I was little, I always asked my father to take me to this park down the road to us. It's a small circular field with yellow dandelions and tulips springing up from the grass every known and again. Tall trees line the edge of the grass and a walkway with grass intwined arches going over your head takes one part of the circle. I always imagined being here when I was upset or angry, and right now, I'm both. So to have the comfort of my sacred haven around me, I can feel myself starting to relax.

In no time at all, I'm looking out over my saviour. I spread myself over the crisp green grass and look up at the sky. It's a cloudless day today and the sun feels brighter and hotter than ever. I'm glad that something good has come my way today. The birds chirp their usual song and the butterflies flutter from flower to flower, soaking in the rays of light. What I would do to just let my wings go and let myself be free. But I am far from free now.

The memories come flooding back, vivid and scary all the same.

But something else is there now, something I didn't see before: I can get whatever I want from a wish.

I imagine one thing I would love right now. Whispering it to myself whilst closing my eyes, I can feel the tingling running through my body, right to my finger tips. I see the blue light flash, even from under my eyelids and everything goes silent. I open one eye to a slit and see what I was hoping to see: a blanket full of luscious food, from perfectly triangular sandwiches filled with a variety of different fillings, to sausage rolls with the heat still spiralling in the air in wafts of steam. My mouth waters from the sight, eager to rip through ever morse of edible substance in front of me.

I'm reaching for one of the triangular chicken sandwiches when I feel eyes looking at me. Nobody ever comes here, but I can definitely feel the stare burning my neck. I shift slightly so the arch way behind me is in my peripheral vision, and notice a tall, muscular - yet slender at the same time, somehow - figure blocking the archway. I look closer and realise the eyes staring at me belong to a boy, possibly my age or maybe a little older. He wears normal denim jeans with a tight white top that hugs his toned chest with a leather jacket over the top. His hair is blond, flicked up at the front and reaching just to the top of his ear. His jaw line looks tensed, or it's just the way it sits normally. But it's his eyes that demand the attention. They are perfectly fitted to his face, not too big or too small. They are a shade lighter than my eyes (which is a very light blue) with a circle of darker blue around the outside of his pupil. However, when he blinks, they change into a light green with gold specks flicking from the centre of his eye to the outside. I blink then, and they are back to normal. It must have been my imagination.

He takes a step forward and stops, waiting for me to object. But I'm in a trance, unable to move or speak. Taking that as a cue, he walks over to me, standing a few feet away.

"Elsa, we finally meet," he says with his dreamy voice. It's a deep voice but not too deep that it makes him sound like he has a bad throat. It's perfection.

An awkward silence descends between us until I realise I was supposed to reply.

Shaking my head, I say, " sorry, do I know you?"

His mouth tilts up at the side in a half smile. "You don't, but you will."

"Excuse me?" I reply. However cute this boy looks, he sure does have a creepy way to talk to people.

"I'm Charlie." At my confused look he continues, " I know your mother."

Just those four words mess me up. The mention of my mother always sends me into a whirlwind of emotions, but his time, it just confuses me. He said he 'knows' my mother, like she is alive.

"Sorry, but you must have me confused with someone else. My mother died when I was younger," I say, a little more shakily than intended.

"Now that is where you are wrong. Your mother isn't dead, Elsa, she is alive and well, and she wishes to see you."

"Wait, what? You expect me to believe you? My mother isn't here, dammit, she died, she's dead!" I scream, the flood barrier about to burst.

The smile drops from his face and a look of utter sadness crosses his face.

"Elsa, please, you need to come with m-"

He is cut off by a sudden temperature drop that leaves me shivering. The grass frosts over and the trees stop it's normal swaying, coated in ice.

"Dammit", whispers Charlie. His face is blank, hard and scary. "Elsa, please come with me. It's dangerous here, we need to get you away, now!"

Without further discussion, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the tree line. Seconds later, a short man with dark brown hair appears from nowhere, surfacing right where Charlie was standing. He turns in a slow circle, scanning the area around him.

"Oh princess, where are you? Come out, come out wherever you are," his croaky voice sings. He turns towards us and I am struck speechless at his eyes. They glow red like blood, oozing evilness and bloodthirst. Before he can take a proper look at me, the field disappears, replaced with a huge room filled with thousands upon thousands of people. They stop dead, all eyes turned to me and Charlie.

A women stands from a throne and beams at me, pride shining from her face.

"Welcome home, my girl. I'm so glad that my daughter has finally come to see me," she says.