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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 after work takes her to the testing center, where he kisses her briefly then less briefly, then Rekka begins the test.
They moved to the frame didn’t have targets, but a large stretch of wood strips, squeezed tightly side by side to form a square.
“I’m sure you know how to use this, but just a reminder, if you’ll humor me–concentrate, visualize, create,” the test guide, Ruby, said, “and let the energy flow out of you until I say ‘stop.’”
“Understood,” Rekka said, and closed her eyes obediently. In her thoughts, she constructed her favorite image—a field of grass, long and gently waving, stretching out of her field of view, and on the end of each blade of grass, a cheerfully bright firefly. Blanketing the air above the glowing grass, wave upon wave of fireflies flickering against the darkness, a sea of stars.
“Igniting,” she said, opening her eyes, aware that Ruby would be starting a timer, but not letting the thought distract her from casting her sea of fireflies out into the world. A whole swarm of them, twinkling into view as sparks over the target, more and more winking into view until Ruby said, “Stop.”
Rekka let the power go.
The sparks drifted downward, scorching the wood, and Ruby flicked a switch, sending a fine mist arching across the wood before it could catch fire and burn away the scorch marks.
“Under the table behind you, there’s a cooler with some snacks,” Ruby said, pulling over a step ladder to the square, and holding her tablet over the wood frame to scan and total the scorch marks.
* * *
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.