It all started with a simple day at the park. It started with Alex and her little sister Arianna.
Yet that simple day would change everything.
Only a week later she is standing on the surface of an alien planet, ten million light years away.
The school of Triann is friendly and Alex is welcomed with open arms, her talents fully understood and even normal in the school. Yet things are brewing in Triann, things that Alex couldn’t have protected against, things that somehow have a mysterious connection with her. The people around her are being frozen, helpless to a power beyond their own. It seems that as welcoming as Triann seems, there are people inside of Triann that would rather Alex not be...
Claudia Geib is a young author living on Long Island, New York, with her parents and younger sister, plus a dog, a bird, and a hamster. She enjoys swimming, reading, traveling, and being with her friends. She is currenly writing another book called Cherry Eyes. (www.freewebs.com/claudiageibbooks)
For every person you are likely to meet in your life, space is a place that nobody but astronauts have ventured very far into. Magic is a thing of bedtime stories. Evil villains with plans to destroy the balance of the universe only come in sci-fi movies.
Well, that is, if you don’t meet me along your path of life.
You’d probably snort with indignation or frown with confusion if I told you what I am going to tell you straight out. No, if I did that, it wouldn’t make enough sense. It would purely be a fiction novel with no explanation of how things happened. Plus, I’m putting this book out because I want people to understand. People need to know what happened to me, so if anything like my experiences ever happens to you, you will be ready. So I’m going to have to start at the very beginning, when the Power came to life on earth.
It all starts about five centuries after earth came to be. Animals- they were small, microscopic or simple creatures, living in the oceans. There was nothing too evolved. But something was about to arise. Almost every educated person knows that life first came from the ocean. But something else came from the ocean as well. A sort of Power. Nobody really knows where the first Power came from- it arose with the ocean, but it wasn’t created there. Was It from space, an alternate universe, some sort of heaven? Yet no matter where It came from, It was the first traces of magic that ever appeared along history. Soon, when the creatures came out of the ocean and began to evolve, this, magic- it began to be offered to certain ones. It passed on to some humans when they came to evolution. These special magical People were originally honored as sorcerers and wizards- but suspicion began to creep among others, mortals as they are sometimes called. And then, prosecution. Execution. All kinds of terrible things were happening to anyone who possessed this power. Things such as the Salem witch hunts began, forcing Gifted Ones to go into hiding or flee from those they thought were friends. Thus forth, the Diaspora of magic People began to happen- except that instead of spreading across different countries of the world, the magic People of earth began to spread themselves across the galaxy. Then into other galaxies. Then to the other side of the universe. Soon only a few magical families were left on earth- and coincidentally, and possibly fortunately, one of them was ancestors to me.
My name’s Alex, Alex Girvada. At thirteen years old, I’m one of the relatives to the original power- possessing humans. My mom has the Gift, but my dad- well, I’ve never really met him in particular, but my dad’s side of the family has no relation to original powered ones, and my five year old sister, Arianna, has shown negative results of power, probably because Mom claims she looks a lot like him. Oh, well. At least I’ll be able to have some control over her. Mom’s Gift is fading, but ever since we discovered my own Gift she’s been expressing herself magically a lot more often. And that’s where it starts- with me discovering my Gift. It happened on a cold day in April, the eighth, I think it was. I was at the nearby park, watching Arianna on the swings...
I hugged my arms around myself, trying to keep warm. Though my coat was heavy, bitter wind bit at my face. This is too cold, I thought. This is way too cold for just a Friday in April! But this small thought did nothing to the bitter wind pulling at my clothes. It actually seemed to increase in cold. Heavy jeans, a sweater, and a heavy coat, and the stupid wind still drove through me hard. My dark brown hair whipped in front of my face and obscured the vision through my green eyes. One of the things I’d always loved about myself was my eyes. They were pale green flecked with dark bits of brown, courtesy of the father I had never met. They were currently one of the few parts of my face that could be seen under the heavy scarf wrapped around most of it, warding off the wind. Yet even in such stinging cold weather the then three- year- old Arianna swung on across from me in the wood- chip covered playground. I sighed. Little kids didn’t care about cold, or catching pneumonia, or frostbite. If Arianna didn’t get out of the stinking park pretty soon I was sur