(*Was once know as The Awakening*)


A Glimpse of
Dawn
A Blue Waters Series

By:
Kiana M. Leighty








Prologue: The Hollow Tree


I could hear the rain falling; caressing everything in its wake. The melody of its soft, sure, and steady gossamer rhythm slowly brought a wave of neutrality over me. The rain always calmed me, as well as thunderstorms and lightening. Everything about it all lifted the burdens off a weary back, cleared a cluttered mind, and brought peace to a troubled heart. It’s said somewhere far away that thunder dreamed; when it did, it dreamt of rainy nights slowly encasing the world back into its deep slumber to await the breaking of dawn.
Whether that was true or not, I didn’t know. All I knew was that today I’d need all the help I could get; it was my first day of school. I had just moved here from the Oregon Coast. Before that, we – my mother, Roslyn Thiel; Jack, our Mastive; and I – had lived in the hot, musty, and humid Vacaville, California. All that was within an eight-month time period; our moving. We were trying to find a place to call home because our old home didn’t feel as inviting, loving, or even welcoming anymore…now that it was missing one of its main occupants.
The bell rung for our fourth period class to be over; it shook off the bundle of nauseating feelings and horrific memorizes that wrapped themselves around my attentiveness. I slowly stood, waiting for the ache in my back to present its self, and when it did, I made a half-hearted attempt to pop it out. I only felt this way because I hadn’t slept very well the night before; nightmares mingling with a mild case of insomnia would do that to you.
I looked around the classroom while all its students quickly filled out through its doors. All the classrooms looked exactly alike; same tables, counters, set-up. Even the blue-prints were the same, but that wasn’t what had caught my attention. It was the two girls by the window. Slender, beautiful, and no doubt popular; in other words, they were perfect; they also had the valley-girl speech impediment that made you want to put a bag over your head. They’d stayed behind to get in some quick gossip while they sat on the window seats.
I pretended to start packing my things away while I eavesdropped on their conversation. “…so totally hot. He has bright green eyes and really dark black hair. Oh, and a really nice body,” said the blonde playing with her hair while a smile light up her face, accenting her pale pink lip gloss, strawberry highlights, and blue eye-shadow.
So, I’m not the only newbie in town. I thought only half-interested. Guys usually ignored me -if they even noticed me- now that I stopped going out of my way to talk to anyone anymore.
The other one, the brunette, jumped with Barbie like excitement, making her look all the more doll-like, “He just came here like Friday. Can you believe it? It’s October, like late October and he just started like three days ago and he’s already just as popular as us. Everyone has heard of him. Sam and Chloe said he’s from like Romania or something. He’s super gorgeous. They’re calling him the ‘foreign god.’ Oh, have you seen the way he…”
I grabbed my bag off the floor, carrying my stuff instead of putting them inside like I would have normally. These girls obviously didn’t have lives -just like all the other high school beauties- if they were going to just sit there and talk about some ‘foreign god’ that did or did not exist. Either way, they weren’t about to make me late my first day.
I had memorized my schedule before I had even gotten to the school and right now I was looking for my Pre-Calculus class. Although I was only 16 years old– a Junior- all my classes were advanced senior courses; classes I had already taken at my last school because there wasn’t anything else to take that I hadn’t already.
Where am I?
I looked around and realized I had walked in the wrong direction. Abruptly, I stopped and started to turn around when I bumped into someone who happened to be walking right behind me.
I looked up from my things now scattered along the floor to the boy who I just walked straight into. He was tall, muscular, with black hair. I sighed and squatted, beginning to pick up my various school items; books, binders, text books, and whatever else I happened to be carrying at that time.
The boy bent over with such a grace that it made me stop. He had to be about 6’ 5’’. He moved with such elegance it’d made a ballerinas heart break if they had been in the same room together. Most tall people were skinny, lengthy, and awkward; all their movements unbalanced or clumsy but not this one, not him. That’s when I finally realized who I was sitting next to; who was helping me pick up my things; who I ran into.
It was him.
The ‘Foreign God.’
I tried to stop staring at him like an idiot while we picked up the rest of my things because I knew he felt my eyes absorbing every little detail about him and what he did.
Suddenly, I felt less and less aware of my movements as I became more transfixed by his being.
Everything about him held my attention where it was; all his actions were graceful and fluid; his perfect skin and tan; and his scent, it was amazing. Its fragrance wrapped it’s self around your nose as if to bookmark it’s self into your memory and it was working. Only then did I realize I was leaning in to get a better whiff.
He laughed aloud, breaking the magical trance that he had made over me. I looked around and tried to remember where I was and how I got here.
What’s going on?
The boy I scarcely remembered running into put my things underneath his arm and grabbed both of my hands. His were large; quickly over-lapping around my wrists, warm and soft. Everywhere his skin came into contact with my own tingled like a current of electricity, sending waves of immense happiness over me.
He slowly pulled me up from the floor, as if to make sure not to startle me. While he did; I continued watching him.
I wonder what he felt towards me. Of course that was completely absurd for me to be thinking about when I met him not even forty-five seconds ago; he couldn’t possibly have any feelings for me just yet. What was I talking about, he probably just wanted to hurry up and give me my things so he could get away from the ‘weird new girl.’ He was pretty cute though.
I wonder what he’s thinking about right now.
I finally quit zoning out and met eyes with him. He gasped and I quickly looked down, hiding away my face and eyes with my blanket of hair as a shield.
“Why does that always happen?” I thought humorously.
I had bright green eyes. They looked almost neon green. It was some kind of genetic mutation because neither of my parents had green eyes; my father had light brown eyes and my mother had clear blue eyes almost like the color of water. I’d never met another being with the same color eyes as me; my color was rare and unique, a hot commodity at my last school.
He eagerly searched for words to speak as he got over my color, which also happened to be extremely close to his own but I think mine may have been a hint brighter.