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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–and Ruby lies, saying a move from a weak 2 to a strong 3 isn’t a big deal, which Brenton doesn’t correct.
Rekka wasn’t sure why Brenton had allowed Ruby to lie to her, but it was possible that he wasn’t aware of how big a lie it was. And she knew he put his company first, which he’d been more than honest about. His loyalty to her was true, but secondary.
Over time, she might earn more of his trust, but she’d never equal that of a lifetime of alliances and memories, not when every company child was told to put them first, and no others. Perhaps she could have the second largest share of Brenton’s heart, and that would be enough.
As they drove home, Brenton got a message, which he ignored, but as soon as he parked the car, he pulled his phone to check it. “Work,” he said.
“I understand,” Rekka smiled at him to show she meant it, “My job has confidential information, too.”
“I’ll just be a minute,” Brenton promised, dropping a kiss on her cheek before stepping into his home office.
* * *
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.