GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
Danielle screwed her eyes shut as her breakfast threatened to make an unwelcome reappearance. The ground loomed fifteen feet below. Funny, she'd never had vertigo before. Then again, she'd never contemplated jumping out a two-story building before.
Her hand sought the comfort of her mother's bracelet. She twisted it around her wrist. At her touch, the runes etched on the metal lit up, green and familiar. Sparks of warmth shot through her arm. The magic stored inside - her mother's magic - felt different, though. On edge. Like a knife balanced on its point, about to tip over.
Much like the way she was teetering on the edge of her room's balcony.
Once the clock struck midnight, she'd be eighteen. Her body would have reached magical maturity. She'd be ordinary.
No one over the age of eighteen had ever received their powers. She doubted she'd be the exception.
Her mother's bracelet would be the only spark of magic left to her. And what use was a shield against sorcerers, who could make the elements do their bidding?
Who would avenge her mother's memory then?
No, this was the only way. Her last chance to awaken her magic before the dreaded deadline.
Danielle blew out her breath and held the image of a shield in her mind. The metal slowly warmed against her skin - reluctant, a warning. The shield obediently appeared around her, encasing her in a bubble of green-tinted energy.
Danielle took a deep breath, and let her hold on the handrail slacken.