The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

This story was written for meeks.

Aurora stared into the flames, wondering how other people felt on their eighteenth birthday. It was a day that would define the rest of their lives but no one ever talked about it. She knew why. Talking about it would make the possibility of it happening more real. Being a user of magic could be a death sentence and that was enough to terrify everyone. Parents dreaded the thought of losing their child while her generation was worried that they would never fulfil their potential. They all had plans for their future, which was something she'd never been able to do. After spending several days poring over the family trees of everyone in town she knew that she was the only person who had two magic users for parents. Her fate was inevitable.

Based on the prompt the greatest gift of all from ariestess.

This was another difficult one because I couldn't decide what it was to begin with and kind of wanted to go for irony, but then I chose to work with something that I think is a real gift.


“I trust you,” Aurora said, her eyes locking with Harrison's.