About Me

"Traitor."
"Aww, Ember, you're too kind. How about something more like 'back-stabber'. It has a nice ring to it don't you think?"
~ Cellie and Ember, book 1


"She's a homicidal idiot that needs to be stopped."
"But she's a pretty good spy."
- Agent 1 & 2 Before the books.

Cellie was like regular girls.
Well...maybe a bit different.
She could control air.
When she was one, she had to leave her home.
To the cave with her cousin, Ember.
She didn't know what had happened and grew up with him most of his life.
She had loved going to the stores to search for agents.
Maybe she could go in the music store and play a violin.
Then one day, the agents found her in the store.
She was scared but it turned out,
Cellie was chosen to be a spy.
She thought it was an honor as she did.
she gave them everything, not knowing the lies.
She had then found out the truth.
What had happened?
She didn't really care.
The demented little girl she turned into....

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


STORY TIME.
Reality was a fickle thing for Cellie here. So once, she had escaped from all the agents and went out. It was for a mission to more Gifteds because our their recent failure at getting the group. It was all the way in the Arctic. Cellie was seriously about to doubt that there were Gifted. Unless they were real idiots. Of course, it was possible. Back to our little story, Cellie wandered off, a tazer and many weapons in the bag she had. Wandering and wandering. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. Then, she was the edge watching penguins waddling around. The ice was melting and they drowned. Drowning. Noise and screams. Flails. Sobs had slowly erupted from Cellie as she turned away. There were three Gifted in front of her. "Oh, hi!" "ARE YOU A GIFTED TOO?" The second yelled.
Cellie was taken aback and smiled. "Yep." "Oh." "Come to my house!" The group followed Cellie easily. There was no one to trust. Soon, the Agents' little cottage was still there. Smoke puffed out of the fireplace. She opened the door and yelled into the room. "Guys, I found some."
"What?" An agent turned. The gifted group froze.
"WHAT?!"
"GRAB THEM!"
Cellie tackled them and send all of them tumbled to the ground and the male yelled out. "WHY? YOU WERE ONE OF US!" Cellie muttered, "You wouldn't understand dear."
The Gifteds died along with the softness in Cellie's heart.
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