Beautiful Creatures

As I watched the numbers on Lena’s wall and hand get smaller and smaller, the possibility became more real. What if we couldn’t stop it? What if Lena had been right all along, and after her birthday the girl I knew disappeared? Like she had never been here at all.

 

All we had was The Book of Moons. And more and more, there was one thought I was trying to keep out of Lena’s head and mine.

 

I wasn’t sure the Book was enough.

 

“AMONGST PERSONNES OF POWERE, THERE BEING TWINNE FORCES FROM WHYCHE SPRING ALL

 

MAGICK, THE DARKNESSE & THE LIGHT.”

 

“I think we’ve got the whole Darkness and Light thing worked out. You think we could get to the good part? The part called, Loopholes for Your Claiming Day? How to Vanquish a Rogue Cataclyst? How to Reverse the Passage of Time?” I was frustrated, and Lena wasn’t talking.

 

From where we sat on the cold bleachers, the school looked deserted. We were supposed to be at the science fair, watching Alice Milkhouse soak an egg in vinegar, listening to Jackson Freeman argue there was no such thing as global warming, and Annie Honeycutt counter with how to make Jackson a green school. Maybe the Angels were going to have to start recycling their flyers.

 

I stared at the Algebra II book hanging out of my backpack. It didn’t seem like there was anything worth learning at this place anymore. I’d learned enough in the last few months. Lena was a million miles away, still buried in the Book. I had started carrying it around in my backpack, out of fear Amma would find it if I left it in my room.

 

“Here’s more about Cataclysts.

 

“THE GREATEST OF THE DARKNESSE BEING THE POWERE CLOSEST TO THE WOLD & THE UNDYRWOLD, THE CATA-CLYSTE. THE GREATEST OF THE LIGHT BEING THE POWERE CLOSEST TO THE WOLD & THE

 

UNDYRWOLD, THE NATURAL. WHERE THERE IS NOT ONNE THERE CANNOT BE THE OTHERE, AS

 

WITHOUTE DARKNESSE THERE CAN BE NO LIGHT.”

 

“See? You’re not going Dark. You’re Light because you’re the Natural.”

 

Lena shook her head and pointed at the next paragraph. “Not necessarily. That’s what my uncle thinks.

 

But listen to this—

 

“AT THE TYME OF CLAIMING, THE TRUTHE WILL BE MADE MANIFESTE. WHAT APPEARS DARKNESSE

 

MAYE BE THE GREATEST LIGHT, WHAT APPEARS LIGHT MAYE BE THE GREATEST DARKNESSE.”

 

She was right, there was no way to be sure.

 

“Then it gets really complicated. I’m not even sure I understand the words.

 

“FOR THE DARKE MATTERE MAYDE THE DARKE FYRE, & THE DARKE FYRE MAYDE THE POWERES OF

 

ALL LILUM IN THE DAEMON WOLD & CASTERS OF DARKNESSE & LIGHT. WITHOUT ALL POWERE THERE

 

CAN BE NO POWERE. THE DARKE FYRE MAYDE THE GREAT DARKNESSE & THE GREAT LIGHT. ALL

 

POWERE IS DARKE POWERE, AS DARKE POWERE IS EVEN THE LIGHT.”

 

“Dark Matter? Dark Fire? What is this, the Big Bang for Casters?”

 

“What about Lilum? I’ve never heard of any of this, but then again, nobody tells me anything. I didn’t even know my own mother was alive.” She tried to sound sarcastic, but I could hear the pain in her voice.

 

“Maybe Lilum is an old word for Casters, or something.”

 

“The more I find out, the less I understand.”

 

And the less time we have.

 

Don’t say that.

 

The bell rang and I stood up. “You coming?”

 

She shook her head. “I’m going to stay out here a while longer.” Alone, in the cold. More and more, it was like that; she hadn’t even looked me in the eye since the Disciplinary Committee meeting, almost as if I were one of them. I couldn’t really blame her, considering the whole school and half the town had basically decided she was the institutionalized, bipolar child of a murderer.

 

“You better show up in class sooner or later. Don’t give Principal Harper any more ammunition.”

 

She looked back toward the building. “I don’t see how it matters now.”

 

For the rest of the afternoon, she was nowhere to be found. At least, if she was, she wasn’t listening. In chemistry, she wasn’t there for our quiz on the periodic table.

 

You’re not Dark, L. I would know.

 

In history, she wasn’t there while we reenacted the Lincoln-Douglas Debate, and Mr. Lee tried to make me argue the Pro-Slavery side, most likely as punishment for some future “liberally minded” paper I was bound to write.

 

Don’t let them get to you like this. They don’t matter.

 

In ASL, she wasn’t there while I had to stand up in front of the class and sign “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” while the rest of the basketball team just sat there, smirking.

 

I’m not going anywhere, L. You can’t shut me out.

 

That’s when I realized she could.

 

By lunch, I couldn’t take it anymore. I waited for her to come out of Trig and I pulled her over to the side of the hall, dropping my backpack to the floor. I took her face in my hands, and drew her in to me.

 

Ethan, what are you doing?

 

This.

 

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