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She was a 15 years old, the actual definiation of reckless youth. Wild and untamable she saw what she never conquoned. That water tower. Burning in the Navada sun, dried up and broken just like the world she emcompassed. It started with a dare. “You can’t climb that. You’ll die. “Will not. “Do it then. I dare you.” Three words the danger dame could not resist. She grinned wickedly, tied up and marched up to the latter. It was rickety, decreptited, rusty but she spit on her hands and started climbing. The gasps started, some just stared in awe. She climbed up that water tower with such ease, she was made for death defying moments. Until the cops came. They knew her by name( who didn’t though) and they called for her. Bea heard them, shouting for her to get down, to listen and for a moment Bea ignored them. She inhaled that dry air, looked out to see a storm somewhere far, far away. If only she could reach it. Sound clouded her ears and she looked down, “I’mma coming!” She yelled, tossing her hand to wave off the ruckus. She climbed down only to be met with handcuff. The silver metal was cool against her wrists and she grinned that wicked smile. It was the first time she was actually arrested, always in trouble before but never arrested. She didn’t care. It proved her point. That boy thought he would decrown the desert queen, ragged and filled with the sun. It was worth that ride to the jail.

James Dean was the only man who would ever hold the danger dame down. She vowed that when she was five years old. A rebel with a cheeky grin and a daring outlook. Her life in that desert town, miles off from the sparkling oasis that was Vegas, her life was pure, it was wild, she didn’t have to change it. The golden boys with their pearly grins and bravado, their sweet nothings words she’s heard before, she could make them fall to their knees, she would get what she wanted and toss them aside. It was so easy. Except once. A queen has to fall to find the power to stand up straighter, to harden herself and be okay with her choices. And the queen fell. He was a golden boy, but James Dean’s spirited resided in him. His family a portiat, he was the shattered glass. They were their for awhile, a broken RV will do that. And Bea did everything to get him to bend to her. But he was persistan, he was just as fierce as she. “Wanna see something?” She asked coyly. He took her hand and grinned. She pulled him to a car and drove out to the abandoned pastel motels. “My kingdom.” She would tell him. “Who made you queen?” “I did.” Into that old honeymoon suite they went. Bea would have enjoyed leaving him there, just as she normally did and in a moment of lunacy(her words) She stood up and watched him sleep. For a moment she understood that feeling of being tied down. It was...haunting. Strange. It went as quickly as it appeared. She would shake him. “There’s another room, wanna see it?” She would drive him back and watch him leave. She never did that again. That feeling disappeared.

She arrived at the hollow grove  in her frayed jean shorts, crop top, dark hair in curls framing her face. The bomber jacket that sat on her shoulders was from years ago, stolen from a rode side thrift store.

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Emmeline Darce was born in Grants Pass, Oregon right on the Rogue River. She was surrounded by friends and family the moment she was born, doused in love, brought up in joy. Her grandmother owned a large house with a small dock and  one of the best views on the river bank. Her earliest memories was that of being strapped into a floaty every saturday to watch the boats fly by and wave to the tourists  She grew up in the woods and on the riverbank learning to hike and swim so much so it became second nature. It was a simple life. Her mother and father were young when she was born seventeen and eighteen respectively. But with a support system mixed with family and friends  things weren’t too hard for the little family. Her grandmother took care of her while her parents had school and they could usually be found in the garden or on the dock. On the weekends she accompanied her parents to work, either on the boat tours or at the restaurant that sat at the river’s edge. When they weren’t working they were camping, hiking, rafting, anything to be outdoors and from those moments she grew an appreciation for nature, for what it meant to be a caretaker of nature and it became an early passion of her’s. Once when she was about five years Emme announced one day that she would live in the woods and take care of animals and plants. SHe would build a shelter or live in the trees but she would often visit. Her parents of course went along with it. They encouraged her passions, never once questioning her joy.  Her childhood was simple, she was a bright child who loved school because it was repeated over and over that if she wanted to take care of nature she needed an education. So she always tried hard in class but daydreamed about classes outside, recess was always her favourite time of the days. Some Days she simply didn’t come in and stayed in the tree she climbed drawing birds or talking to the leaves. Friday nights in her house were spent around a campfire with other families, stories falling easily from her mother’s lips. Sometimes the fire moved as if images could be conjured. Emmeline never thought twice about this, it was just childhood imagination. It was around her tenth birthday that she noticed maybe it just wasn’t her imagination as when she was alone the earth seemed to move around her, kicking rocks and flowers growing underfoot. Again maybe it was just her mind thinking of amazing things. She told her parents her story but rather than the usual laughter concener fell on their features. Emmeline was utterly confused.

Then in the summer of July, scorching heat taking over the normally beautiful town she and was sat down on the riverbank the blue boats speeding by and she waving to every single one, however her parents quiet and unsure. She was told to move the rock. Her father’s voice never sounded so demanding and it frightened the girl. Emmeline didn’t understand what they were asking, and so she simply pushed the rock with her hand. Her mother shook her head and sighed. She was again told to move the rock and again Emmeline pushed it. Once more she was asked this time her father waved his hand and the rock moved. She furrowed her brows in confusion unsure, maybe this was a dream, maybe this was her imagination. For the last time she was told to move the rock. Emmeline stared at the rock thinking how on earth she was going to move this rock without touching it but it shifted and other one did and another. Emmeline looked up at her mother and father and they looked scared and maybe it wasn’t the best place out in the open to test her.  Panicking only made things worse. Emotional flooded the young girl and below her the ground shifted and the rocks rose around her and she was scared. In order to make it stop her father picked her and carried her all the way home.  It was then that they told her of who they were, what power they had. They ask why the ground didn’t  burn her, despite the heat( her parents had been standing in the water) and it was then they realized what needed to happen. Oregon was their safe haven but there were whispers and with Emmeline still so new to her powers people would surely find out.. They heard of Summerdale Arizona and maybe it was best for the family if they lived there. Her grandmother refused to leave though, her family owned the house for years and nothing happened why should she leave the beauty of her home. Even when Emmeline cried for her grandmother she refused, telling Emme she would understand when she was older.

The family packed up and left for Arizona. The red haired girl waved goodbye to the river, to the trees, to the birds, to her home, to her life. She was heartbroken, and in that childish heartbreak the ground cracked. It was best they go. And go quickly they did. When they arrived in Summerdale, welcomed by friendly faces Emmeline didn’t feel scared like she thought she might, the people weren’t so bad. One woman asked what she like best about Oregon and when she answered the hikes, the woman smiled and showed her a map of trails. It was the first of the many instance of kindness she would engage with. On the first night they were there her mother presented her with a necklace, a pebble from her beloved river, a moon pendant surrounding it, she’d always have a piece of home with her. She could live here, make this place her new home. The older she got the more she realized that things could always look up. And it wasn’t all that bad, she made friends, her bright red hair always making her stand out. Summerdale simply became her new home and her parents were right, it was a haven. She often wrote to her grandmother about the view and the heat and the people but she never complained or tried not to. She sketched constantly, the landscape she mastered, sunsets were much harder for her. Emmeline adapted pretty well to the new terrain pretty quickly. It was better to help her with her powers anyways. It wasn’t her lush green home, river singing her to sleep home but new sights and sounds comforted her. She begged her parents constantly to take her all over, the national parks and forest, the grand canyon. In this town she thrived. But everything was a distraction, her parents wanted to keep her distracted from the ever growing threat to the supernatural beings of the community. Rose coloured glasses was the way in which she viewed the world, everything hidden from her, talk was paranoia, incidents a coincidence, she was told so little, just enough to never make her raise too many questions. She was so sheltered even into her late teens. It was like her parents felt she couldn’t handle whatever the world threw at her.

Everything was fine. Until it wasn’t. Kissing her parents goodbye she was heading out for an excursion on the grand canyon, hiking and rafting and climbing it was going to be great Two weeks of her enjoying the splendor of her home. She looked out the window and like a child she waved goodbye to her smiling parents. Emmeline was a rest stop when she heard what happened. The world stopped and she had a drink in her hand and feel, her heart skipping beats until she finally broke down. The destruction of her home, the death of her parents, it was all too much. Her powers started to act up, the ground shaking beneath her, rocks floating around her and she ran. Instinct told her to run home thinking it was some sort of mistake that all this didn’t happen. The ruble engulfed her, her house a pile of bricks and memories burned to the ground. Her life was ruined. Too make matters worse her grandmother wouldn’t let her come home. SHe feared she would be next and wouldn’t have Emmeline surrounded by more death. It was better if she was on her own. The families she grew up with scattered, leaving her with no one. The rose coloured glasses crushed and her world turning into such bleak colours. She was crying when she heard the noises. The people coming to clean up the mess, to wipe them off the map. In her pocket a piece of rubble, a piece of her home, the red haired girl felt an overwhelming sadness and anger take over. One of the men saw her, she refused to let him take anymore of her and with palms down towards the ground she felt the ground shift, just like when she was little, emotions overtaking her. The ground swallowed him. Until the realization hit her. She ran. Everything she had left in her car. She drove and drove and drove. Until she couldn’t. Her car broke down in the middle of one of those southern states where the signs read Repent” “God will strike his mighty wrath upon your soul.” She felt like it was happening now. Light encroached upon her and she was scared but a friendly face smiled at her. A helping hand was what he offered her. Just a stranger on the road, who helped her with her car. He asked where she was going but she wasn’t sure. His hand curled against hers, “I hear Hollow Grove is pretty nice for folks like us.” He smiled, knowing. He looked down at their hands and smiled again. “Folks like us gotta have friends.” Tears fell down her cheeks because for the first time since everything crumbled she had help. She’d write, waved goodbye to him and drove away once more.

Getting to Hollow Grove was her mission now. And whens she arrived Emmeline felt like she could breathe again, familiar faces flooded her vision and she felt safe. She’d start over here, make it her new home like she did when she was a child. She found peace as a guide, the trails so much like her first home, she felt a sort of peace. Emme is still scared to call it home, she hasn’t unpacked yet, despite being there for almost three months, she’s afraid once she lets herself settle things will go bad. It doesn’t help that through all her trauma her powers are still unpredictable and it seems to be that her telekinesis manifested and she has little control over it. Emmeline just wants to live her life, she’s never bothered anyone and while she can’t say she’s never hurt anyone she still just put those rose coloured glasses back on. But they are cracked and she can’t fix them.