You probably know that I’ve been writing a book for a while now; it’s kind of my other baby. I shared a few chapters here on the blog last year, but I figured it might be better to start putting somewhere else. If you’re interested in reading The Spectrum of Velaea, you can do so on Wattpad.
Energy pumped through my nerves like the blood that ran through my veins, but we didn’t call it magic or spirit or any of the things you may know it as. To us it was eaura, that raw kinetic strength that gave us the ability to deceive our way to beauty and force us into power. We held that innate potential as a currency, used it to barter our way into a caste system formed by a combination of luck and privilege. What those outside of our community didn’t know, however, was that everyone held at least some of that potential within us.
Or almost everyone, at least.
You can look at the wrong side of history and see one thing that intertwines every story with another. That is, the refusal to acknowledge the truth. The claim that some are better than others. And in our case, the fact that the one empty of eaura can be the most powerful of all.