Stacey swings herself around as she realizes she’s having the nightmare about her parents again. This time she doesn’t take the time to look over her parents instead her heart starts to pound. She’s always had this dream from a normal human’s view. But now she knows nothing about this day is normal, she’s a caster and her parents are keepers. All the words her father said to her that day make sense now. Stacey walks over to her mother and takes a hard look at the book. A Comfortable Home to Raise a Caster, Stacey balls her fist at her side. They were always trying to be the best parents I could ever hope to have.
She looks around the small park, but is this just a memory and she can’t see past the swing and bench. It doesn’t take long and the sound and color get sucked away. She concentra
