I gazed off across the floating lights on the pool of ink shimmering under the full moon. Along the beach, voices lifted up into the sky. The ancient language of our people caused the lights to intensify and as the voices reached the pinnacle of the song the light streamed up toward the moon.
My body seemed to lift with the light as power seeped into my being. I glanced over to see my grandmother staring at me with shocked eyes, but her face still looked stone cold. I looked down to see what she saw. I was glowing.
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