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This is a WIP, NaNoWriMo 2016, currently called River, Tree, Mountain. It’s science fiction, set on a colony planet, six generations in–with about 10% of the population born “marvels,” who have special abilities like dowsing, healing, or creating fire. The protagonist, Rekka, is a spark (fire), signed a contract with Brenton to provide him a child, and traveled to be met with an empty apartment and a message saying he’s away on business–a few days later she’s at her first day of work, and returns home to an empty apartment.
“Where are you, Brenton?” Rekka stared at his frozen face on the message, then shook her head and stomped off to the sofa.
She flopped down and stared out the high window on the wall, though all she could see from her angle was the sky and the clouds skimming across it. Watching the clouds, she wondered about her future for a while, and then shook off her melancholy, and crossed over to the kitchen to toss together a quick curry, and ate at the dinner table with a little music for company.
The next morning, she woke before her alarm went off to the sounds of someone moving around. She slid a robe on, and tied it before venturing out into the common area, where she found Brenton making breakfast.
“You’re back!” she said, feeling relieved and awkward at the same time.
“Sorry about that–duty calls, you know. I’ve set up an appointment for testing after you get off work. Here, I’ll send you the invite. Come home and we’ll go together, and then we can go out to dinner and talk,” he smiled at her, and she relaxed a little from his calm demeanor.
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Life on the colony planet of Kaibou was going uneventfully until the second generation of colonists was born on the planet, at some, at a young age, began showing various psychic abilities. When those people, called marvels, grew up, many of them formed companies, building compounds to live in and raise their children. Due to population diversity issues, many colonists have children using genetic bank material, or choose a succession of partners. Now on the seventh generation, marvels are born both within and without company walls, and all must work together to use their gifts and make a living on a still wild land. Some of these outsider marvels sign contracts with company marvels, agreeing to give them a child raised within the company, in return for a permanent home in the company compound, a stipend, and other concessions.