This is part 3 of my new series The Secrets of Saltlake. I wrote part one as I was watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer one Friday night and published it instantly. The next day after tweeting about it Juliet Landau who played Drusilla followed me and I totally fangirled!
Inspired by supernatural and paranormal YA fiction I have been reading, I can’t wait to see where this series takes me and how many parts I can put it into before we reach its conclusion (currently up to 5 parts). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it and hopefully all parts will make complete and utter sense when you read them in whatever you order you come across them! After the Beach is part 2 if you would prefer to read them in order.
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Fiction: The Secrets of Saltlake. Ariel.
She had always known she was different. Not in the sense of knowing full facts but more just a feeling. She had no memories from before her 5th birthday. It was like she never existed before then. She knows why now but she held the memory of that party as the best birthday ever. Pink streamers hanging from the ceiling with little bells that jingled as you ran through them. Balloons and banners. Signs proclaiming ‘Happy 5th Birthday Ariel’ covered the white sash windows of the three storey house that her mum told her had been in the family for generations. She remembers marvelling at how they managed to get the sign standing proudly on the roof that day. A flag held in place by poles either end. Like a billboard on the roof. ‘Ariel is 5’ it read and was awash in all her favourite shades of pink.
She learnt soon after she had put it there. Her love for pink knew no bounds and as stereotypical as it was her favourite colours remained to this day pink and purple. All shades. Until yesterday she had no idea how significant purple was or why she felt drawn to it in some inexplicable way.
She remembers her parents sitting down with her when she was 7 and had just started second grade. Ariel had been caught colouring in her art project in her favourite pink. She was happy and had opted for a pale pastel pink that reminded her of the candyfloss she had on her first ever visit the fair on the pier. Light and fluffy and crazy sticky. She swore she had it in her hair for weeks afterwards. So she used this colour to finish off her art project. Only the teacher noticed something odd about the way Ariel was colouring in. How can someone command the pencil to move when their hands were nowhere near it? At the time Ariel was clapping along to the movement of the pencil.
She didn’t know back then it was her. She had thought she had received the magic pencils as a prize for her good behaviour all term. Ariel had no idea the other kids in the class couldn’t do what she was doing with her mind. It was only when her mum told her after school that day that she realised. Ariel wasn’t human like the other kids.
From that day on, Ariel’s parents kept a close watch on her growing up. Ariel had to keep her powers hidden from view until she was sure she was alone. Yet despite all the pains her parents went to ensure she never felt any different. They couldn’t stop the thoughts and the images in her head as she got older and aged. She may be ageing like a human child but she was already of age. Her home, her birth home, loomed large in her dreams when she went to sleep and no amount of protection from her parents could stop that.
Her eyes filled with tears as she remembered what her mother told her before the day she disappeared. They were too similar. Their powers were combining and becoming stronger and more powerful than anyone thought possible, as Ariel became of age. Their true strength meant she could no longer shield them from who they were hiding from. The prophecy was too close to becoming true and her mother did what she felt she had to do to protect Ariel until the time was right. The power had to be disconnected and there was only one way to make sure that happened.
4 long years had passed without a word, a message or a signal. Yet Ariel could still feel her energy. On this plane and beyond. She could feel the exhaustion and the power as her mother fought to shield herself from those seeking her out. It broke Ariel’s heart and each night before she went to sleep her only wish was that someday her mother could return home and their family would be a 3 again. On Earth or as rightful rulers of the Auragon Galaxy from where her parents had fled all those years ago.
Sitting in her room after today’s events brought all the feelings rushing back. She may look human and act human and until today she had forgotten she wasn’t. But the truth was she was anything but. It took all she had to protect Jonny from the storms that sought to take her back to Auragon’s capital. And she knew now more than ever before that without her dad by her side she was completely powerless. The time had come. Ariel needed to learn for once and for all exactly what she was made of.