The one time of year when Magicary Month took place, basically gave everyone who lived in the town of Gemena the allowance to go ballistic and have unlimited freedom at their own risk. Rain Logos believed in morals and respect for her mind, and body more than the people who she lived with as a community. Not being covered in globs of multicolored glow in the dark paint, which would soon appear in a few hours when the sun went down consisted of having moral respect for her own self. She preferred looking at shades of black, white, and occasionally grey, but nothing more as far as every color in the rainbow goes and then some, aside from the community below whom she could only deal with for so much longer. Gemena consisted of everything but the natural lifestyle of the reality that’s actually lived in today. All human beings and immortal creatures survived off of trades instead of regular jobs, magic, power, and hope. Gifted humans could produce heat and ice with the willpower of their minds, turn painted portraits to life with the snap of a finger just as easily as talented humans could bake, cook and create various portions of potions for spells, tricks and solutions for personal and magical needs. Rain could sit there all day and think of everyone’s special talents but her envious and jealous thoughts would drive her insane. She wanted no part of the sharing lifestyle but only to live independently. She’s practically grew up alone and on her own since she was a child with all immature children, so why have friends and join the community of the same type of adults?

Looking down from a steep hill of green waves of grass she had a perfect view of the mixed matched blankets sprawled out of the early crowd, concession stands filled with greasy foods, random talent shows surrounded by amazed children, electronica rides for all ages, and tying everything together filled loud blaring instrumental beats of music. How pathetic. When would people of this town grow up? She continued to sit in silence picking around her home- made fruit salad in a plastic container filled with bananas, green grapes, orange slices, and cut up pears smothered in a heavy pulp orange juice. She merely played with a grape, yet refused to take a bite. The only good thing about Magicary Month meant she didn’t have to worry about a curfew for a few weeks as no one really paid attention to the rules or time frame. It was a free land. On a sunny day in the spring of May she placed herself on a crimson red old rusted wheelbarrow that interfered with the usual pathway that kept her from the city of mayhem and chaos.

It bothered Rain to the fullest that she felt nothing special or...