Don’t you walk away from me, Amber. You going to stop me, Father Jon? This is your destiny you’re trying to escape. White feathered wings flapped gently against the crystal blue sky, the breeze waving through her blonde ponytail. Freedom flowing through the fabric of her plain, light blue dress. His voice vanishes from her ...

Both of them stand at a precipice. Neither of them dares to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing- or perhaps the right thing. He stands with arms outstretched, magic crackling up and down their tanned skin. At his fingertips, the magic is lightning. She doesn’t move because if she does, he’ll react. Instead, ...