Yarma's Destiny

It was 421 years after the Year of Death, when humans became divided into two branches.

Yarma knew she was different. She lived in the village of Oakhedge but tried to keep it secret. One incident led most folks in her village to become afraid of her; their children would not even say hi. Except for five friends… Margie, the twins, Jordan and Evan. They never feared her and, since she was an only child, they became part of her family.

That morning the day of her 17th birthday, she woke up feeling trapped among her sheets. Once again calling to her were a pair of piercing azure blue eyes staring from a dark void. It was her mysterious man! Breathing hard, air filling her lungs by leaving her gasping, she shot up in her bed. Her heartbeat pounded… not again. Damn it!

Once she relaxed, Yarma decided to take ripe tomatoes from their garden to Elder Andrew, who was kind of a surrogate father. As she walked up the path to the Sanctuary, glanced up and Immediately stopped in her tracks. She felt a gentle pull towards whoever the Elder was talking to; then the visitor turned to see her. Yarma's heart began racing. She held no fear. She knew him. As his face turned to look in her direction… it was her imaginary man.

Her surrogate father turned to see her face as she spotted his visitor. She looked like she recognized the young man standing there. He watched Quinn as the young man looked at her; all Andrew could do was mutter under his breath, "it's too soon for them to meet."

Then Quinn asked, "who is she?" Andrew knew he had no choice but to say, "today is her 17th birthday and her name is Yarma." His friend didn't miss how brusque his voice sounded. Why?