Eight-year-old Qweade laughed as she watched nine-year Kalen blow himself around in the air. He had weather powers. She made some plants grow up high, creating a soft cushion of grass just in case he fell. The sun ran down the little girl's face, warming her rosy cheeks, and making her eyes shine. Kalen clumsily landed on the cushion and panted. His power drained his energy if he used it too long. Qweade giggled and moved the tall grass away from him. "Kalen!" A soft, kind voice called. His mom was calling. He waved goodbye and ran over in quick obedience. "Qweade!" The little girl's mother called. She groaned quietly but trudged into her own house.
|:~:| How you say their names: (Qweade= Kweed) (Kalen= Kay-lin)|:~:|
"It's dinner time." Her mom announced, motioning for her to sit at the table. Qweade sat down and waited for her food. "Hey, baby." Her mom called from the kitchen. "Could you turn on the news? I need to see what the weather will be like tomorrow." Qweade nodded, getting up. She grabbed the remote and switched on the screen in the living room. After a few tries, she found the news channel. Then the girl went back to the table. It was the regular hero of the hour thing they did. Basically, the news anchor would talk for fifteen minutes straight about the person, play the clip that shows why they are the hero of the hour, then moves on. Personally, Qweade thought it was ridiculous. There were more important things to get information about than this hour's good Samaritan.
The savory aroma of meatloaf wafted from the kitchen. "Ok." Her mom said, heading in with some warm dinner. "The meatloaf is ready." Qweade picked up her plate and waited patiently for her meal. A soon as it was set down, she shoveled some onto her dish. Warm steam billowed up from the slice she cut, smelling amazing. "I cooked it as fast as I could." Her mother said, half laughing. She held up her hand and sent small flames dancing around her palm. Qweade snickered but then heard two words that snapped her attention to the TV, breaking news.
The two stared at the television as the anchor, sounding serious, announced the news.
"Breaking news, reports say that for the past week, all the babies born have not had any powers. Doctors are trying to solve this mystery, but so far, there is no explanation. Now please, there is no need for panic, they will figure this out. But for now, stay safe." Then the channel changed to a commercial break. "Mommy?" Qweade inquired, her eyes wide. "Does that mean those babies won't be like me?" She asked. A nod was all she got as an answer.
Qweade skipped outside. It had been ten years since the news about the babies, and so far, about one billion had been born, all without powers. The world of powers was diminishing. She jogged to the field her and Kalen loved to play in. It didn't have any trees, which was perfect for him. But Qweade would grow a huge oak tree if they ever got hot in the sun. She fell backward, growing a patch of grass as she fell, landing with a grunt. Then the content girl sighed and looked up at the clouds. "You are eighteen years old and you still dream of touching the sky," Kalen said gleefully, approaching her from the air. "I have told you many times, you can't touch clouds, they are practically clumps of mist." Qweade grinned, growing a small bush to lift herself. "A girl can dream." She said, stroking the limbs. Kalen landed and sat down between the leaves, basking in cool shadows. Qweade playfully scowled at him. "This is my bush!" She squealed, making it disappear into the ground. But Kalen had anticipated that move and suspended himself in the air. Qweade stomped her foot on the ground in a pretend tantrum. "Come on!" She chuckled. "You always do that!"
"Qweade!" The two heard a scream from the end of the field. It was Kalen's mom. She sprinted over to them, looking distressed. They exchanged glances as she neared. His mother hooked her arms around him in a huge embrace. Qweade patted her shoulder, growing a stick of cotton and handing a clump over as a tissue. The sobbing woman took one but shook so much she dropped it. "Qweade." She repeated, looking straight into the confused girl's eyes. "Your mother is missing!" Those words stung in her ears, sinking into her heart. Kalen hugged his mom again, trying to comfort her. "Are you sure?" He asked, wiping a tear from her cheek. She nodded vigorously, a sharp whimper escaping her lips. "I came over to hang out with her, but when I got there, the front door was open. I went inside, and found her phone broken on the floor! She wasn't anywhere! I think she was kidnapped!" Qweade went numb, letting the words sink in. As her grief intensified, all the plants around started to shake. "It can't be." She muttered, looking at her hands. Kalen came over to her and embraced her tight. "It'll be ok." He said, patting her back. "We will find your mom." But suddenly, Qweade slipped from his grasp and ran as fast as she could, stumbling over rocks and ditches as she neared the street she lived on.
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Action"We aren't dangerous like they say. We are just like everybody else, the only thing making us unique are the mutations. Some of us have an extra eye, others have a tail, but a very select few of us have an extra power. What has this world become? Th...
