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whenever she focused, she could see the imprint of the emotions around her. They were like colors that bled through the individual, an aura that was always twisting and changing depending on the heart’s cry. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, Omari’s sadness leaked from him, polluting Skye’s atmosphere.
“No. It was us who stole from him...it wouldn’t have been right,” Omari responded before returning his eyes to the contraband he held in his soiled hands. He was playing with it. Slowly twirling it between his fingertips as his weary eyes measured the merits of his coming meal. His appetite had left him, though his body craved the sustenance. As he eyed his meal, a warm embrace engulfed him even though his body was soaked from the rain.
“Don’t be sad,” Skye said as she squeezed him tight. “Things will get better.”
“Yeah, I know,” Omari whispered as he looked to Skye, who was now resting her head on his shoulder. As Skye’s hands held steadfast around him, he felt the aches and pains he harbored slowly begin to melt away. It was Skye and her embrace. Through her touch, she willingly released a small portion of her energy to nurse her wounded brother. “Skye…”
Skye lifted her head from her brother’s shoulder, seemingly confused at her brother’s remark. “What?” Omari studied the gleam in her eyes as she looked to him. They were innocent and unassuming. Omari knew she meant no harm with her actions. She simply wanted to help as much as possible.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t laugh. You know thunderstorms scare me!”
“Yeah, I know…it’ll be okay. Get some sleep.” Skye nestled her head into her brother’s shoulder once more before closing her eyes. He could tell she was genuinely tired. A long day on a young body can tear down even the strongest of souls. Skye leaking her energy would tire her out more so. He knew her plan, but he wasn’t going to detest it if it gave her peace of mind. Ever since her powers began to manifest, lighting and thunder had been the least of her fears. As Omari watched the rain fall from their tent, his mind ran blank as he struggled to remember the last moment that storms had actually been an issue for her. A chuckle slipped from his lips when he realized it was at least two years ago. Clever. Omari’s smile widened further at the revelation that his side no longer bothered him. She’s a sneaky one, Omari thought as he turned his head to look at his sister who was now sleeping peacefully. Don’t worry, Skye. You’re right…things will get better. I promise. Just hang in there a little bit longer.
Chapter 7: Omari’s Heart Part Two-- A Prayer in the Wind
12 Years Ago
Before he knew it, the rain stopped and it was morning. As Skye gently slept, Omari kept watch periodically through the night, fighting the fatigue that constantly clawed at his back. But alas, it was sunrise. From the opening of their makeshift home, Omari saw the beams of soft sunlight graze the rooftops of the slums. There was comfort in the light. At least he knew people would be around —the good kind. Soon the slums would come alive just like he saw everyday for as long as he could remember. The city, brimming with energy while people were making their way through life.
“Skye.” Omari nudged his sister gently, waking her from her sound slumber. “Sleep okay? It’s morning now.”
“Already?” Skye sleepily responded as she sat up from her brother and rubbed her eyes.
“Gloves,” Omari said dully. “Don’t forget to put them on before the people show up. Hand me the cup while you’re at it.”
“Do I have to?” Skye whined as she groggily reached for the worn cup from their weathered supply bag and placed it at her brother’s feet.
“Yes. If something happens, you know it could mean trouble. Not until you’ve got a better grasp on your abilities. When things settle down, you can take them off again. I know it sucks but it’s better to be safe than
“No. It was us who stole from him...it wouldn’t have been right,” Omari responded before returning his eyes to the contraband he held in his soiled hands. He was playing with it. Slowly twirling it between his fingertips as his weary eyes measured the merits of his coming meal. His appetite had left him, though his body craved the sustenance. As he eyed his meal, a warm embrace engulfed him even though his body was soaked from the rain.
“Don’t be sad,” Skye said as she squeezed him tight. “Things will get better.”
“Yeah, I know,” Omari whispered as he looked to Skye, who was now resting her head on his shoulder. As Skye’s hands held steadfast around him, he felt the aches and pains he harbored slowly begin to melt away. It was Skye and her embrace. Through her touch, she willingly released a small portion of her energy to nurse her wounded brother. “Skye…”
Skye lifted her head from her brother’s shoulder, seemingly confused at her brother’s remark. “What?” Omari studied the gleam in her eyes as she looked to him. They were innocent and unassuming. Omari knew she meant no harm with her actions. She simply wanted to help as much as possible.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t laugh. You know thunderstorms scare me!”
“Yeah, I know…it’ll be okay. Get some sleep.” Skye nestled her head into her brother’s shoulder once more before closing her eyes. He could tell she was genuinely tired. A long day on a young body can tear down even the strongest of souls. Skye leaking her energy would tire her out more so. He knew her plan, but he wasn’t going to detest it if it gave her peace of mind. Ever since her powers began to manifest, lighting and thunder had been the least of her fears. As Omari watched the rain fall from their tent, his mind ran blank as he struggled to remember the last moment that storms had actually been an issue for her. A chuckle slipped from his lips when he realized it was at least two years ago. Clever. Omari’s smile widened further at the revelation that his side no longer bothered him. She’s a sneaky one, Omari thought as he turned his head to look at his sister who was now sleeping peacefully. Don’t worry, Skye. You’re right…things will get better. I promise. Just hang in there a little bit longer.
Chapter 7: Omari’s Heart Part Two-- A Prayer in the Wind
12 Years Ago
Before he knew it, the rain stopped and it was morning. As Skye gently slept, Omari kept watch periodically through the night, fighting the fatigue that constantly clawed at his back. But alas, it was sunrise. From the opening of their makeshift home, Omari saw the beams of soft sunlight graze the rooftops of the slums. There was comfort in the light. At least he knew people would be around —the good kind. Soon the slums would come alive just like he saw everyday for as long as he could remember. The city, brimming with energy while people were making their way through life.
“Skye.” Omari nudged his sister gently, waking her from her sound slumber. “Sleep okay? It’s morning now.”
“Already?” Skye sleepily responded as she sat up from her brother and rubbed her eyes.
“Gloves,” Omari said dully. “Don’t forget to put them on before the people show up. Hand me the cup while you’re at it.”
“Do I have to?” Skye whined as she groggily reached for the worn cup from their weathered supply bag and placed it at her brother’s feet.
“Yes. If something happens, you know it could mean trouble. Not until you’ve got a better grasp on your abilities. When things settle down, you can take them off again. I know it sucks but it’s better to be safe than
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