Free Eternity by M.E. Timmons

asked.
    “It is
certainly a possibility, but one that cannot be predicted. There is
also the possibility of gods having children, but they can only
reproduce with each other, and our current gods have never had that
kind of a relationship. They have always only been friends.”
    “What do they
look like?” Melissa asked.
    Ms. Coleman
laughed. “They certainly don’t look like you and I. They are said
to be incredibly beautiful, though I’ve never met either of them,
so I couldn’t promise you that.”
    “Hey, maybe
you’re a goddess!” Jack whispered to me. “You’re definitely the
most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
    I rolled my
eyes at him. “I’m sure that if I was a goddess I would know
it.”
    People asked a
few more questions, and then it was time to go. I said goodbye to
Jack and hurried off with Heather to our next class, which was
Skills Development. I thought that name was actually quite telling
as to what we would be learning, and I can’t say I was looking
forward to the class. I felt like I knew everything there was to
know about my ability.
    My hypothesis
turned out to be right. The class was centered on helping us
develop and control our individual abilities. Mr. Ramirez, our
teacher, explained to us that we would be doing a lot of individual
work and also working in partners. We didn’t get to do anything on
that day because Mr. Ramirez liked to talk, and didn’t stop until
the class was over. During most of this time I was wondering what I
would be doing during the class, since I already knew how to use my
ability well enough.
    When I was on
my way out of the room at the end of class, Mr. Ramirez held me
back a moment to tell me that Omeye, the ability reader, had agreed
to meet with me, and he was coming later in the day. He said I
should be able to talk to him before supper time. I still didn’t
think that there was anything he could discover, but I agreed to
give it a try.
     

Chapter
11

    Physical
Defence sounded like a really fun class, so I was excited for it.
Of course, since it was the first day, and only an hour, we didn’t
get to do anything. The teacher, whose name was Victor, was young,
very fit and tall, and he had long brown hair that was pulled back
in a ponytail. He told us that we would be learning how to defend
ourselves from attackers, so it would be a very physical class. We
would learn aspects of different types of martial arts. Victor said
it would be difficult and tiring, but the school thought it was a
necessary class because “people fear what they don’t understand,
and if someone sees you use your powers, they probably won’t
understand”.
    I wasn’t
summoned to meet with Omeye until I was in psychology, which wasn’t
nearly as interesting as I’d hoped. It was Mr. Ramirez who came to
get me, and he led me to an empty classroom on the second floor.
Inside, already seated, was an ancient looking man with dark,
leathery skin and thick glasses that magnified his beady little
brown eyes. When he turned his eyes on me I was rather surprised by
how strong and deep his gaze was.
    “Come, sit,” he
said to me. His voice was very quiet, yet clear. I sat in the chair
that he indicated, and Mr. Ramirez sat beside Omeye, who was across
from me.
    Omeye held out
his palms and asked for my hands, which I placed in his. His skin
felt soft and delicate. He closed his eyes, and sat there for a few
minutes like that, just holding my hands. Finally, his eyes
opened.
    “I sense a lot
of power hidden deep within you, but it is too deep for you or me
to reach, so I will not dwell on it. I also sense that you have
three distinct abilities, which is very rare. Most heroes only have
one. Do you know what any of them are?”
    “Yes, sir, I
can see auras,” I told him.
    “Yes, and I
don’t doubt that you understand their meaning well. You do not know
of your other abilities?”
    “I know of
other things that I am good at, but I wouldn’t call any of