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Soul Fires Flame
Chapter 1
Soul Fires Flame-
Chapter 1
Andromeda was not a girl, a boy, a human, an alien. None of that. Andromeda was simply a being of light. Her energy radiated. She could feel it but no one said a thing. Did the disguise she had given herself back home fool the humans? She could not tell. People kept their distance from her, but she had no idea if that was because she looked busy or because the beaming gold light was radiating from within because her disguise was slightly torn somewhere. Everything seemed fine. She took a deep breath. She was sitting in the coffee shop reading a thick book. The smells of the strong coffee inside and the rain outside mixed and danced in the air. It was calm. Perhaps everyone was keeping their distance because she was reading, she thought.
“Hey, your hair has been in your coffee for like 5 minutes…”
“Oh!” Andromeda jumped this was her first time talking to a human.
“I didn’t want to… make you nervous or anything but yeah” This small man was the first human she ever talked to. He was skinny and his muscles were defined but he didn’t seem very strong. In fact, he looked kind of scared, scared of everything. He was interesting, to say the least.
“Thank you. You didn’t make me nervous, I’m just very clumsy. It’s like my body doesn’t agree with my brain.” She giggled at first then slowly stopped because she realized that may sound weird. Did it? She didn’t know. Maybe she should have paid attention in communication between worlds class but no she didn’t.
“Mine doesn’t either.” He showed her the scrape on his knee.
“I want to learn how to skateboard but I’m constantly falling, Practice makes perfect right?” He asked.
“Right.” She answered
“I have to go,” Andromeda hurried off fearing one more minute and she’d say something even more stupid.
“Oh, well I hope to see you again. I’m at the coffee shop every morning.”
“Okay.” She said as she grabbed her book.
She darted out the door and hurried down the street toward her temporary home. The hustle and bustle of the city is insane. Why did they have to place her in Chicago? Sure at home, she is great at communicating with large crowds. But she barely knew the human language, let alone what “sarcasm” is? A big city is not the place for someone’s first task. But her light was the strongest the council had seen in years, she was the only one that could manage to keep her disguise long enough to lurk in a big city.
She turned left and went down four brick steps. Her temporary home. She sighed with relief and entered. It was dark, she clicked on the lamp with two turns of the knob. It lit the room with an orange haze. She took her disguise off in front of the mirror. She found it fascinating that her light didn’t show in human mirrors. She took the disguise off and floated, unseen. Only existing because of her consciousness. There is no physical body for soul fires like her. They were identified by their color, and the frequency they communicated at. She was a golden fire soul, the rarest kind. This put pressure on her since her creation, something she never asked for. She often was annoyed at the thought all this responsibility was presented to her as” a gift from the universe.”
She knew her task and she planned to complete it quickly so she could return home. Her task was a young boy. One without any confidence as of now. Her job was to ignite his fire. Every human has a little soul fire inside of them. They’re supposed to light at 10 years old but some of them take longer and humans can’t do it alone. That’s where Andromeda and the other soul fires come in. They light the fires.
She a golden soul fire, was assigned to light the flames of entrepreneurs, of the next president, of the next Albert Einstein. Her friend Peri is a navy soul fire. Navy soul fires are assigned to light the flames of singers, artists, and poets. The deep navy fire releases the creative steam they use to make their wonderful art. She missed her friend Peri; they had been inseparable since their creation. Her mind wandered she felt at home for a moment. Andromeda thought of the other two kinds of soul fires. Maroon soul fires and grey soul fires. The Maroon ones inspired dancers, mothers, and caregivers. Maroon was the compassion color of soul fires. They’re a beautiful sight to see and very hard to look away from. They draw you in with their motherly comfort.
The grey soul fires are not something Andromeda knows much about. She avoids them when she does see them and has never spoken to one. Just the thought sent shivers down her spine. She closed the curtains in the bedroom and plopped down on the big dusty bed. A cat that had come in when she opened the door this morning climbed into the bed.
“Almost forgot about you,” she said stroking the cat’s head.
It began to purr; she could see the maroon light emanating from inside its ribcage. “Tomorrow is going to be a long day,” she said with a yawn as she drifted off to sleep.
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