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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 they flirt and kiss, then Rekka tests for quantity of ignition points, then accuracy of targeting, range, and gets her results.
“This is unusual,” Ruby said, “Rekka, we’d labeled you as a strong two, but it looks as if you’re actually a weak three.”
“She is?” Brenton asked.
“I am?” Rekka asked at the same time, her words tangling with his.
“Yes, the better testing just put you over, but it’s nothing to worry over. You haven’t really gone from a two to a three, but just increased a small amount, that happens to have changed your numbers.”
“Okay, then,” Rekka let her shoulders sag just a little, but her mind was racing behind her relieved, polite smile. She knew that the difference between a ‘strong two’ and a ‘weak three’ wasn’t a small amount as Ruby had just claimed.
The distance between each level widened as you went, so there was a small distance between a one and a two, a fair amount from a two to a three, and a vast gulf between a four and a five. She didn’t know if she’d faced very poor testing and been badly mislabeled, or her power had grown since her last testing. All she knew for certain was that Ruby had lied to her, Brenton wasn’t protesting that lie, even though he had to know better, and she couldn’t trust the Sofias as well as she’d hoped.
* * *
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.