It all started on the morning of the Awakening.
Vali woke up from a restless sleep, remembering what day it was. The Awakening! She would either have water powers or fire powers, along with a new hair color, at the end of this day.
The ache in her hands that had been there since she was ten, which her father believed to be a sign of powers wishing to be Awakened, seemed to be worse than it was last night, as if they knew they would be released this very day.
The tradition for Awakenings was to wear the color of the power you thought you would get. Vali opened her closet, pondering what color she should wear: red or blue? She finally decided on red, knowing that her father wouldn’t be pleased for her to wear the color of her mother’s powers.
She wondered about her mother, whom she hadn’t seen since she was two. Vali didn’t really remembered her, and her whole life there had been a hole in her heart where a mother belonged. Where was she? Was she alive? Did she know that her own daughter was going to the Awakening today?
Vali pulled out a frilly red dress that reminded her of a rose. She pulled it over her head and brushed her teeth and hair.
Vali jumped to her door. It opened with a long creaking sound. “Good morning, Valerine,” her father called from the kitchen.
Vali entered the kitchen. Her father was sipping a cup of jasmine tea. “Are you ready to go to your Awakening?” he asked Vali, turning and looking at her. His intelligent golden eyes smiled.
“Oh, yes. I’m so excited!” Vali exclaimed. She held up a lock of her jet-black hair. “Can you believe that my hair will be red or blue by the end of this day?”
“Quiet down, Valerine,” her father gently scolded, though he still had a shadow of a smile settled on his angular features.
“Sorry,” Vali whispered. She wondered what she would be: a flame or an aquatic? Her mother had been an aquatic, and her dad was a flame, so there was no telling what she could be.
Vali heated up a pastry in the kitchen. She set it on a plate and joined her father at the table.
Vali started eating, deep in thought about the awakening. She found herself staring at her father’s deep crimson hair. Her hands suddenly burned.
“Ouch!” Vali exclaimed.
“What is it?” her father asked.
“It’s my hands,” she explained. “They really hurt.”
“Interesting,” her father mused. “I guess your powers really want to escape from you.”
“Wow,” Vali breathed. “I guess that means we should go to Diamond Square so we can get to the Awakening soon.”
“I always knew you’d be powerful,” her father whispered, getting a faraway look in his eyes. “I mean . . . good idea,” he said abruptly. “Let’s go.”
Her father slipped his dress shoes on at the front door, looking very dignified in his black suit.
Vali went to the door and quickly pulled on her black flats.
Her father opened up the door for her and they were off, walking down the glittering sidewalk to Diamond Square.
They soon arrived at the square, the gargantuan pavilion (which was more like a stadium because of its titanic size) located in the middle, which Vali marveled at. It was constructed out of shining diamond, hence the name of the square, with silver accents along the bottom and top.
Vali and her father joined the long line of people, dwarves, elves, fairies and dragons heading into the pavilion.
Vali felt another jolt of excitement and a jab of pain in her hands in unison.
As soon as they entered the pavilion, a woman with a clipboard noticed them. “Are you one of the children whose powers are being Awakened?” Vali noted that the woman addressed her and not her father. Vali nodded.
“This way, please,” the woman said, taking a step. “And please seat yourself,” she told Vali’s father.