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Prologue The father was a demon; the mother had been an angel of destiny. It wouldhave been the strangest duo the magical world would have ever seen, if they had known. The relationship was kept secret with the only way theyknew how; they disappeared into the mortal world. Acting as normal mortalsmay have been difficult but they managed for over eight years, before theywere found. It seemed like a home invasion to anyone else, but it was amagical interference. The two were never meant to meet, never meant tomate. The intruders murdered the parents, but never found the child.Concealed by her loving parents the child had hid, out of sight but thesounds of her mothers’ screams could be heard from her hiding spot. Thosesounds would haunt her for a long, long time.Chapter OneElsa twirled the dagger in her hand gracefully; her eyes darted aroundthe crowded pub methodically. Taking in every detail. The man at the barhad the ability to throw fireballs, the woman drunkenly leaning on thebathroom door was telekinetic, and another near the exit was a vampireeyeing men as well as necks. One punk hitting on an older lady was proneto uncontrollable electro-kinetic spasms. A slow night. Elsa stashed herweapon away; it was more for show anyway. Not that she didn’t know howto use it.
 
She started to make the rounds, noting that there were more than afew eyes that followed her movements. No matter how many times she hadproven herself, most of the clientele who walked in thought she was part of the show. That she was there to entertain, to please, to serve even. She wastaller than most women with the body of a ballerina dancer. Not that she’dever tried to dance, but she was more agile then most. The pub consisted of two large rooms connected by an archway. One room, the one she was inwas open to anyone and everyone off the streets. The other was for thechosen few, the archway always blocked by a burly man. At least that’swhat he looked like. Elsa knew that he was actually a demon; she didn’tknow which species only that no one could get by him if he didn’t allow it.She hadn’t yet seen just
how
he would stop anyone but she didn’t reallyhave the urge to find out either.She remembered from her one-time tour of the place that there wasalso stairs up to the second floor from the VIP room. She could guess whatwent on above stairs. As long as the clientele didn't think her that type of entertainment she would turn a blind eye. She worked sorely in the mainroom, her talents at sensing dangerous and threatening people wasted onthe other room. If they were there, they were invited. She got rid of theyoung punk first, explaining that he had to get his powers under controlbefore coming back. He stared abash at her, his cheeks filling with color. Heleft quickly. The regulars to the pub knew her and stayed under her radar.
 
She let them. Most wouldn’t start any trouble on her nights anyway, notsince the first and last time.She had worked at the pub for barely a week when some men decidedto try to persuade her to dance for them. Their type of persuasion was theheavy fisted, pinching kind. Elsa hated pinches. There had been four aroundher, practically cornering her in the far back of the pub. She hadn’t moved,simply looked up. Her usually foggy grey eyes seemed to be licked by fire;her skin glowed as she focused. They were thrown back from the force of the energy released. No burns, no cuts. She had laid them low on poweralone, and that was just the power she kept under tap all the time. Her eyeswere the only tell, if she relaxed her will on her power they were clear solidgrey; no one saw them that way however. She dimmed her power, holding itin. There weren’t many who could truly gauge power within a person, but if there was; she didn’t want it to be known.The energy needed to hold the power within her body blurred her eyes,until even the iris looked fogged over and blind. She had perfect visionhowever. She was an outcast no matter where she went; everyone seemedto know, on some level, that she was different. She had become used to thelooks as some of them felt the brush of power as she passed them, fromfear to awe. She had started to hold her power closer to herself from thenon. Reining it in so she didn’t appear on anyone’s radars.She didn’t know what she was. She had some telepathy, at least onsome level. She could know the power of everyone in the room, but no
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