Ziana’s POV
We make our way to the looming house and the closer we get the more Marissa fidgets. Climbing on the creaky porch, Marissa hammers the door knocker and we wait. After a few minutes the door cracks open, revealing a hazel eye that is looking at us skeptically.
“Hey Mikey.” Marissa says nervously from beside me.
“Marissa.” Calls the voice from behind the door. The eye softens on her, then shifts on me. It narrows on me as Marissa clears her throat.
“Mikey, this is Luna Ziana. She wanted to come and meet the children.” Marissa explains and the eye widens, then the door opens just enough to reveal a young man. One of his eyes is hazel, while the other is dark yellow with brown flecks.
“Mistress Beryl is not here.” He says, looking at us warrily.
“Well. She wouldn’t mind for Luna Ziana to come in. Would she?” Marissa presses and he turns rigid looking back and forth between us.
“Uh. No. I. I guess not.” He says, opening the door fully and slowly moving his body to allow us inside. I stick out my hand and I don’t miss the minute flinch he has at the abrupt action.
“Mikey, it’s nice to meet you. I appreciate you allowing us in.” I say kindly. He grabs my hand and shakes it, then gestures toward the inside of the house. It is dark and dreary and I frown.
He walks us over to the left and opens the sliding doors, revealing a crafts room with kids silently whispering to each other.
“It’s the exact same layout as my house.” Marissa tells me and I nod. All of the kids go quiet and stare at us. “Everyone. You’all know Miss Marissa, she brought our new Luna to meet everyone. This is Luna Ziana.” Mikey says and I smile as I look at all the young faces. Some are bright, others are shy and afraid. Something is going on here and it is making my skin tingle.
“Hi everyone. I am Ziana and I like to bake and dance.” I introduce myself, and look to the girl sitting at the table next to me.
“1. I’m Katie. I’m 11 and I like to read.” She says and I smile, turning my eyes to the next kid. One by one they begin to introduce themselves. All the kids are shy and the majority of them like to read, telling me they need an escape or that they are not allowed to do much else. I pull up a chair and sit in the middle of the kids who are coloring. Mikey is standing at the corner with his arms crossed, watching me with a narrowed, calculating, gaze. Marissa has joined him in the coroner and is trying to talk to him,
“OW!” One of the girls yells and pulls her hand away. The little boy sitting next to her is shaking.
“Mikey! He’s doing it again!” Another kid yells, and points to the young boy. All the kids in the room get up and rush to the other room. Mikey stiffens and stares at the dirty blonde
boy.
“Leo. Leo, you need to calm down buddy.” Mikey says, putting his hands up in a non threatening manner I
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take a deep breath and make my way towards the boy. I remember now, he didn’t talk, but one of the other
and he is 4 years old.
kids introduced him. His name is /
“Luna. He can’t control it, he’ll hurt you.” Mikey says warrily, and I shake my head, squatting in front of the cute little boy with purple eyes.
“Leo honey, look at me.” I say gently and his eyes meet mine and I see the frustration there. I raise my hands and he flinches.
“Watch me.” I say, looking pointedly at my flat palms, then take a deep breath, bringing small flickers of lightning bolts to my hands. I continue to take deep breaths as his eyes widen and he brings up his shaky hands.
“Place your hands in mine.” I say and he does as he’s told. Shocks tingle around my arms, but I block them with my own.
His eyes meet mine again and I watch as a smile begins to form on his face. A few of his teeth are missing, which has me grinning back at him. He is calm now.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” A shrill voice shrieks. He jerks his hands from mine and hides behind me. I dart my gaze to the older woman standing in the doorway. Her anger is palpable from here. Her glare confuses me.
“Mistress Beryl, this is Luna Ziana.” Mikey quickly supplies. Her glare doesn’t fade and she crosses her arms.
“Well. It was nice of you to stop by. Luna. But the kids need to get to bed.” She says and I nod, looking at
Marissa and Mikey curiously. They are both rigid, while Mikey slightly flinches at the woman’s words. I turn
back to the older lady. Her dark green eyes hold mine. I stand and clear my throat, walking towards her and
standing tall in front of this woman. My skin is still tingling and I know that it is something about her that is setting my radar off.
I reach out my hand and she curls her lip. Hesitantly she raises her hand, but my irritation has turned to anger and I drop my hand before she can touch it. The last thing I need is to fry the orphanage mistress for a feeling I have. Granted my feelings are never off and neither is my read of people, but that isn’t reason enough. She growls, but quickly catches herself.
“It’s nice to meet you.” I say walking towards the door.
“Luna.” Mistress Beryl says as I open the door. I look over my shoulder.
“Yes?” I ask as her eyes narrow.
“Next time, please ask me before you come here. The children are sensitive and it would be a hindrance on their strict schedule if they are not prepared for you to come. It may even be disastrous for the ones who cannot control their gifts.” She says and I nod curtly.
“Of course.” I mock sweetly. Her lip snarls as I leave, Marissa following me through.
I don’t know what is going on here, but I am going to find out..
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