What am I supposed to say to people I only know from my unusual magic?
I don't know where to start. My name is Belle Bowman. I came here from my home on Earth because I was afraid of the government snooping on me. They pretended to be on my side, but what if it wasn't me they were watching?
My father was a man of deep faith. He took me to church as a child every Sunday and every day of the week. As I grew up, I started to see the same things he saw. The same deep faith. The same talent in prayer. I spent all my days and nights praying for people like me.
But one day, my prayers started to be answered.
I prayed to whatever god shone through my window to bring a dream to me. I could see people and places that were not real. At first I thought my sleep was just me being crazy, until my prayers started coming true.
My father had just died, and I was sad, but there was something missing in my life. I was determined, through prayer and training all my life, to be able to control my powers. My powers seemed to have a mind of their own, but now I would be strong enough to wield them. I would be able to do the things my father always knew I was born to do.
I prayed to the gods to help me be able to control my powers. I was finally rewarded.
The gods came to me in a dream. They granted me the power I wished for. I was able to use magic now like my father did. I could bend it to my will.
The gods assigned me to my inheritance. I was chosen to be a part of the rediscovered Heavenly Secret Order of Wizards. I was chosen to be a powerful practitioner of the Art of Magic. I was chosen to lead my people out of the darkness and back into the light.
My parents were believers, but even their faith could not prepare me for the chance to finally serve the gods I had been praying to my whole life. I was sent to the place were every good man, woman, and child should go. I came here to Earth, using what my parents only dreamed of.
My head is spinning. Earth is a place so vastly different than the planet I was born on. It is so technologically advanced that it is hard for me to make sense of my mission here.
Magic is real, but the Earth still thinks it is a myth. We have been taught since we were born that the gods have powers that we do not have ourselves. We have known that magic exists. We could see it if we chose to. We have heard of it in our stories. We have read books on it and know it is there. We just have never seen it, and that's OK.
We have always been able to see our magic as a rare gift. We are an important part of the balance of the Earth, but we have always known that we were not a necessary part of the tapestry of life on this planet. We have clung to our teachings and our mythology, but we have kept our god to ourselves. It has kept us safe and kept the humans safe, but it has kept us in the darkness.
My imagination is running wild now. There are no new experiences here. There never will be. I will never get to know the thrill of learning magic for the first time. No one here gets to experience that. It will only fall to those babies born of the gods and their human partners.
I am not a child of the gods in that regard. I am no one's child. I am a loner and an orphan. I was born of my human mother and human father. I have no interest in being with him, or anyone for that matter. I only have interest in serving the gods and preserving my own existence.
My parents helped me discover my magic but they had too much pride to teach me the languages of the gods I was brought up with. My magic is a language made up of symbols and the mind of a man's mind. It is not human or woman's magic. It is ancient magic that these people find in ancient texts and learn from.
The language of the gods is ancient and powerful, but it is not what I want to learn to understand. The languages and symbols that I was raised around are a start to understanding the symbols of the gods. I am more afraid of the language of the gods.
I must be very polite and follow the correct protocols. I must show respect to the leaders and people who come to me seeking my help. I am to accept people and help them with whatever problems they need help with. I have to think of my old life, which is one of the few I ever knew.
I looked out my window and saw a spaceship flying at insanely high speeds. A road runs under the spaceship, which is moving far faster than the speed limit on the road. This is a real spacecraft. It is a spaceship in its most real form.
No one here knows that it is even there, but I saw with my very eyes. It was a blue-green spaceship that was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was the size of a bus and the speed it was moving with was insane.
I reached for the phone to call for help, but before I could use it to call for help, the phone in my hand had been broken. So much for telepathy. I was too slow in reaching for the phone, I guess. I can see how someone would think it was crazy for me to be so observant of things happening around me.
I use magic to make my phone ring by thinking the right words. If a person only knew what I thought of those who use their magic in this way.
Did they know they were doing it?
I didn't have time to dwell on it.
I saw the outline of a person who was next to the ship. Their outline started to look like a person. I could see their outline join up with the spaceship.
They had used magic to make the spaceship land. I saw the people in the spaceship walk off the spaceship and into my kindergarten playground.
I watched as they scanned the playground and took data. The little kids looked like they were scared. The little kids looked like they didn't know what was happening.
The people in the spaceship then created a gadget and picked up one little girl. They lifted her up and carried her off with them.
This has governments' written all over it.
