Epsilon: "Shadow? Gregory? Anyone?"
Gregory: "Down here!"
She stepped to the banister and peered over. Well, that was unexpected. She knew this place had a downstairs, but hadn't it been empty?
Epsilon: "Was this table always down here?"
Gregory: "No. It wasn't here until we needed it, and then it was. Remember, this is a place of dreams."
Gregory: "Yes, and no. No, you can't dream whatever you want. At least not now. I've heard stories of those who can manipulate their dream realms at will, but that's more than any but the most talented can aspire to. Rather, your subconscious determines what manifests."
Epsilon: "This entire place is made from my subconscious?"
Gregory: "Yes. Clearly, you seek knowledge. This is common for many witches and wizards, libraries of some sort are almost always present in dream realms. This table...well, my best guess would be that you wanted to have a serious discussion. You need a place for that, and the aisles between bookshelves aren't the most suited to the task."
Epsilon: "It's true, I do want to talk. I made my wand, like you said, and...I felt it. The magic."
Gregory smiled broadly, leaning forward approvingly.
Gregory: "That's excellent! So, you believe me now? That this is true?"
Epsilon: "Yes. Part of me rejects all of it, says it can't be true. But I've seen it with my own eyes. How could it be a lie? Magic is real."
Gregory: "It is. Given your circumstances, if you were younger, I would provide what instruction I could. But at your age...to be honest, I'm at a loss. I was brought to you for a reason, but I'm not entirely certain what that reason is."
Epsilon: "You can't teach me how to use my magic?"
Gregory: "Well, that's the thing. The older you get, the less...intuitive, let's say...magic is to you. It's simply harder to learn to channel the power at your age, compared to if you were instructed as a child. That's not to say that you can't be a witch, but your potential will be limited."
Epsilon sat in silence, thinking.
Epsilon: "So you're stronger, as a child? I'm only asking because, once, I think I might have turned my hair white."
Epsilon: "I was. I wanted nothing more than to have normal hair, but I made it even more alien, if that's possible."
Gregory: "Usually, transmutation requires only focus and attention, but it is easy to err if you are young and untrained. I'm sure that you could reverse whatever you did, as a child."
She hadn't realized how much she really cared until she knew it was possible to reverse what she'd done. She didn't want her original hair back, but to be brunette, blonde, or even black-haired? She couldn't hope to salvage her life here in Sunset Valley, but if she moved away after school...she could be normal. In appearance, at least. She'd give anything for that chance.
Gregory: "Yes. In fact, I think you should try it. As your earliest identified manifestation, it might be a good starting point to focus your powers. As you cast without a wand the first time, I don't believe a focus will be necessary. Simply stand before a mirror, and will, with all your might, your appearance to be different. Recall the sensation you felt when you channeled through your wand, and let the magic flow through you."
Epsilon: "You really think I can do it?"
Gregory: "I know you can do it. After all, you've done it once before."
Epsilon: "Morning, Omi."
Omicron: "Hey, Epsi. How's it going?"
Epsilon: "I was promoted to Epitaph Writer last night. I guess I get to be creative now."
Omicron: "That's cool. So, do you want to work at the graveyard forever?"
Epsilon: "No, of course not! I want to be a doctor, one day. That's why I work there, so I can save up for university."
Epsilon: "You really think so? Thanks."
A bit pink from the compliment, she quickly changed the topic.
Epsilon: "Do you know what you want to do with your life?"
Omicron: "I'm not really sure yet, at least about the details. All I know is that I want to change the world, make it better. There's so much that's just messed up, you know?"
Epsilon: "Yeah, definitely. That's a good thing to work towards, and I think you're suited for it, Omi."
After breakfast, Omicron was headed out the door to enjoy the rare sunny day when he was intercepted.
James: "You, boy. I need to talk to you."
Sighing, he resigned himself to yet another one of those conversations before turning to face his father.
James: "What are you doing?"
Omicron: "I was going outside."
James snorted derisively.
James: "That's your plan for the weekend? Going outside? What's wrong with you? You have no goals, no direction."
Omicron: "I do have goals."
James waved his hand dismissively.
James: "None worth pursuing. I'm getting older, you know. I look at you, and I think to myself, 'This is the boy who will carry on the family name after I'm gone?' The more I watch you, the more I begin to realize that I'm probably never going to have grandchildren. The Woods family will end here, I'm sure of it."
Omicron: "What are you talking about? Al's pregnant."
James: "I said the Woods family, not the whatever-she-is family. She doesn't count."
At the tone of voice James used, something within the normally-quiet and nice-to-a-fault boy snapped, his eyes narrowing as he frowned at his father.
James: "Excuse me?"
Omicron: "You heard me. I try really, really hard to see the good in people, and I always can, eventually, but there must be something wrong with you. Because I can't, no matter how hard I try. Sorry."
James: "You dare to talk about what's wrong with me? How about what's wrong with you? I feed you, and clothe you, and you treat me with this lack of respect?"
Omicron cringed away, but James didn't get any closer.
Some weeks later, Alpha found herself in her dream world again. This time she appeared downstairs, on top of a soft rug, and she sat, pulling her legs up and burying her face in them. Nothing was working. No matter how hard she tried, her hair wouldn't change from the stubborn white that it had adopted all those years ago. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear Gregory come up behind her.
Gregory: "Epsilon? What's the matter?"
Epsilon: "What does it look like the matter is?"
Gregory: "Don't get discouraged. As I told you, it won't be easy. You have to know that you can do it, if you doubt yourself then you've just created a self-fulfilling prophecy."
Epsilon: "Thanks. Things have just been stressful around the house, and-well, you know, don't you."
He chuckled at that, nodding, and she couldn't help but join in a bit.
Gregory: "Just keep trying. I know you can do it."
Epsilon nodded and accepted the hug her mentor offered. She'd try again, and it would work. Eventually.
Epsilon: "How'd you know it would work this time?"
Omicron: "Did you dye your hair, Epsi?"
Epsilon: "Something like that, yeah. Do you like it?"
Omicron: "It looks good."
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Woo Epsi! That's a pretty bold hair color(wait until you see it in better lighting next chapter), compared to what she's had in the past - I think she might have overdone it just a bit. It's pretty, though.
And so the two teens declare their paths in life. Who should the heir be? The magical scientist doctor, or the optimist who wants to change the world through means that have yet to be determined? I already know, but you don't! *teases* ;)
James and Omicron fight all the time. I never see how they get started, I just turn the camera around and James is slapping Omicron in the face. It's awful. :( This is why you don't let good and evil sims live together in the same house.
I think I'm outgrowing the script-style dialogue I've been using. I don't usually write that way when I write fiction, but I adopted it in the early chapters because it made sense then, as I was mostly using dialogue as a caption of sorts. Now, though, long conversations just look silly. I haven't decided yet, but I might be switching to natural dialogue next chapter. Don't get weirded out and leave.