Moon Light Tale

Aria Flynn's eyes fluttered open, her mind feeling unclear from the remains of her restless sleep, she lay still, her breathing rising and falling in a calculated motion. The silence of her apartment was her peace and quietness.

But the peace was short _lived.

Aria's gaze drifted to the window, where the first shadow of dawn came fourth. The sky was a great shade of indigo, with hues of crimson and gold bleeding into the darkness. It was a beautiful sight, one that usually takes Aria into the world of wonders and awe.

Today, however, it was different, it rather filled with horror and sense of dread.

Aria uncovered herself from the blanket and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the hovering deeziness.

It had just been three days since her last horrible nightmare.

Three days since her world turned upside down form the predictions and manifestation of her unexplainable supernatural powers.

Her memories of her childhood were hazy, something difficult to figuratively remember,. The only thing she could recall was the feeling of always being different, and how her family magically vanished into thin air.

She remembered, years back when she was just six years old, playing in the back yard of her family's old Victorian home, the sun was shining and the without warning, flames erupted. It began to consume they belongings, Aria blew a gentle breath into the air and the fire vanished.

It wasn't until she was twelve that Aria began to experience the full range of her supernatural powers. At first, it had been small things: moving objects with her mind, sensing changes in the weather, and hearing whispers in the darkness.

But as she grew older, Aria's powers had become stronger, more unpredictable, and more terrifying.she began to disassociate herself from humans and found herself more drawn to the supernatural world.

She could summon the winds, conjure fire from thin air, and even manipulate the shadows to do her bidding. But with each use of her powers, Aria felt herself losing a little more control.

It was as if the supernatural forces that coursed through her veins were alive, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Aria stood up, tired of having memories of her childhood to get ready for the day. Her apartment was small and cozy with cream colored wall and dark hardwood floors. It was the best she could afford at that time. The furniture was minimal, with almost worn out couch, small coffee table and a tiny bed.

She scanned through the room, as though searching for something, then the symbol on the wall caught her attention. The symbol was an intricate swirling patterns that she drew by herself using a mixture of salt, herbs and her blood.

She called it a protection spell, one she believes it will always protect her from her own uncontrollable supernatural powers.

Done with her daily morning spell of the symbol, she began to get ready for the day. Aria had her shower, got dressed in a pair of Jean and black top and then she headed to the kitchen for some coffee.

She went back to get her things ready, waiting for her brew to finish, her eyes went back again to the symbol and she felt a shiver run through her body. Just then, she knew something was definitely coming.

Aria could feel it.

And she knew that she would have to be ready.

The coffee maker beeped, signaling that the brew was complete. Aria poured herself a cup, adding a dash of cream and sugar to the dark liquid.

She sat down and began to sip her coffee, suddenly she felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, the room began to get darker like there was a sudden cast of shadow.

Aria's heart raced, her mind telling her the implications of the sudden change.

It was happening again, she thought.