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Fire and Water
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She was dumbfounded. As a matter of fact, she was probably going crazy. That, or Zoya had actually fallen sleep at home and was dreaming. The woman tried to tell herself that only her imagination could come up with something so ridiculous. But, everything was too solid and clear to be a dream. This was no vivid concoction of her mind. Bewildering as it was, what she was seeing and hearing was real.

She had dried the boy? There were more people that could do these things? For a moment, Zoya felt a little faint. In less than ten minutes what she knew about the world was being conveniently turned upside down… again. She still shuddered at any thoughts of that creature in the factory. It had been unsettling to find out that things like the Boogieman were real. Now magic and people with built in special effects were real too? Not only that, but she was one of them.

The children began to look less shaken by what had happened and more enthralled but what Ayden was saying, as well as the glowing fireball ball that had been near them until it disappeared. That helped Zoya relax a little and get a hold of herself. There was no need to panic, and the other woman was right. The children needed to be taken back.

After nodding at Ayden, Zo looked down at the child with her and asked where he lived. Thankfully, Zoya knew the area well enough to know they wouldn’t have to go far. “That’s just at the other side of the park, we can drop all of them off at one place and let the parents handle the rest. “
Picking up the boy's wet jacket, she looked at Ayden once more. “I don’t know how I did what you said, but can you dry his jacket too? I'm sorry, but I just don’t understand how any of this is possible.”

Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jul 18 2014, 03:18 PM.
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[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-07-2014, 01:39 PM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 07-11-2014, 06:54 PM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-14-2014, 10:49 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 07-15-2014, 12:09 AM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-15-2014, 08:04 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 07-15-2014, 02:52 PM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-16-2014, 07:48 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 07-18-2014, 02:12 PM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-21-2014, 07:58 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 07-21-2014, 11:27 PM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-22-2014, 05:31 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 07-29-2014, 04:59 PM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 07-30-2014, 09:07 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 08-16-2014, 02:05 AM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 08-18-2014, 10:18 AM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 08-20-2014, 09:54 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 08-25-2014, 01:15 AM
[No subject] - by Ayden - 08-25-2014, 07:42 AM
[No subject] - by Zoya Bocharov - 09-01-2014, 01:29 AM

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