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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 he returns,makes breakfast, and promises to take her to testing after work–she’s on break when Johansen demands she light a candle on a cupcake, many people shout ‘happy birthday’ at a woman (Hatori), who tells Johansen she didn’t need to do anything.
But Hatori crossed over, paused for a moment, then closed her eyes and blew out the candle. She took the plate from Johansen, pulled out the candle, and took a bite, “Chocolate cherry, my favorite!”
“Oh, of course,” Johansen said, “And I didn’t get you a gift, so I did what you wanted–basically.”
“You’re a big softy, aren’t you?” Rekka asked, amused.
“No,” Johansen shook her head violently.
Behind her, Hatori laughed, “Don’t listen to Jo bluster, she likes to act tough. You must be a new translator–I’m Hatori.”
“Lang,” Rekka offered a wave, since Hatori had frosting and crumbs smudged on her hand, “Happy birthday, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” Hatori took another bite of the cupcake and sighed, “Bliss. Sugar I’ll be regretting later, but bliss.”
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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.