His sudden change in demeanour surprised her.
May let him help her up though she didn't let her guard down. She wondered why he'd thought sharing the same hair color as Wesley Miles would make her his associate in crime. Perhaps he knew about the Griever's prophecy?
There is no way he would know.
May ran her fingers through her short curls. Memories of her childhood flashed through her mind. Her white hair had been a constant source of ridicule. As a child, she'd always been feared and reviled. At one point, her mother had shaved her hair off in the hopes of sparing her the humiliation and the pain of social rejection. At ten years old, May had been forced to wear a turban around her head. Even so, the bullying didn't stop. After all, everyone knew everybody because her home village had been small.
She'd lived in Yama, a long stretch of hidden land beneath the Yuntai Mountain. Her people had been deeply rooted in their culture. They'd believed the gods sometimes breathed heavenly fire into the souls of humans, granting them immense power, the dragons still flew the skies and swam in the great rivers, and the spirits roamed the forest that bordered their village and therefore, twice a year, the elders left offerings—little pieces of goat meat, fruits freshly taken from farms and vegetables that glistened with the morning dew—as a sign of peace and to ward off the evil entities. Above all, they'd believed every prophecy made by the Griever. Even though half of them were a whole load of bull.
It wasn't until she was twelve when the men and women in colorful tight costumes came to take her. Their leader had been an old man in a grey trench coat. His back had been crooked, his face covered by a huge pair of gold-rimmed glasses that made his eyes seem bigger than a frog's. Later, she would find out he was Charles Johansson, owner of Benny's House, an orphanage for gifted children. He'd spoken to her mother in private and by the time they were done, she'd been convinced May would have a better life with them.
A jolt of lightning surged through her body, drawing her out of her memories. Her own power rushed to engulf his and though it wasn't much, she felt a little bit stronger.
May also noticed they had company.
A blonde woman materialized behind the man and judging by the tone of her voice, she didn't seem particularly happy to be seen.
"Whoah! Who are you?" Considering May wasn't superstitious, any thoughts of ghosts didn't cross her mind. She suspected the woman may be a Super with the powers of invisibility but something about her felt off. With an incredulous look, May turned her gaze to the man. "And who are you?"
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