Just to be sure, I had one last look at the heading “ Subset 178: Conversion of Non-colored to colored.” I immediately closed the book. I was the only non-colored I knew… Could it be possible that there are others like me? But mom and dad...They didn’t say anything.

Confused, I headed towards the auraica section. I remembered a book dad read to me once when I was just 4 months old thinking I wouldn’t understand it. It should be here. I have seen it before. “God, where is it?”....”OUCH”. A book fell on my head from one of the top shelves. It was as if God had actually heard me complain and responded accordingly. "not sooo harsh next time. Okay?" I said mockingly.

I grabbed the book and ran back to my secret spot. Going through the pages as fast as I could, and paused as soon as I saw the "aura intensification training" heading.

I started reading: "it has never been recorded in the history of mankind that an individual is able to move from one color to another. Therefore all one can do to empower oneself is to increase its auras' intensity and ease its' path to the darker tones of that color…. the higher frequency ones' color is, the harder it is to intensify that color…. there have been occasions in which one's body was not ready to tolerate the intensity of one's aura….. one must first open up its' body to welcome the change…. Depending on the color of ones’ aura the training varies.... Red colored aura holders must first perform these ten steps…. Warning: if training is discontinued, an individual may feel feverish, drowsy, suffer from joint pain, amnesia, and extreme tachycardia. These symptoms may last for the rest of an individual’s life, depending on the level of self vs environmental exposure to auras.”

"I don't think that neither Mia nor me focused on any aura training tactics any more recently than before. Then why now? Why us?" As I was contemplating and reviewing our recent activities, I heard the library door open.

I tried to curl up as much as possible and hide in my spot. It was Mia. If she is seen in this room alone, she will be in trouble. Why is she here?

I should have touched base with her this morning. She must have gone crazy over what happened last night. Damn you, Homer! She looks pale and worried. Could she have experienced the attack again?

I tried to follow her through different shelves and aisles. After a while, I found her in the psychologia section. Why here? She was looking for something specific. Suddenly, she looked as if the whole world was handed to her. She grabbed a very thick, old, used book. I could barely make out the title, “the art of aura manipulation for telepathic communication.”

I was shocked. Only a handful of individuals could have this book and even fewer were able to use the techniques mentioned in it. How I knew this fact, baffled me. I watched as she read through the same page over and over again.

Suddenly out of frustration, she mumbled, “but we don’t have auras, let alone magic.” I watched her as she read over that page a couple more times and then as if she has decided to throw a dart in the dark, she said, “okay let’s give it a try!”

She started inhaling and exhaling five to six times. She, then, sat in a cross-legged from with her hand extended outwardly on her knees. Her index finger bending over to touch her thumb and palms facing upward as if she was doing yoga trying to find her inner peace. She spent a good minute and a half in that position.

As time passed, she was getting more and more frustrated. “OUCH”. Out of nowhere, I felt a sharp pain in my head followed by a familiar voice.

“…. stop by this morning? What happened last night? Meany Homer! Why didn’t you stop by this morning? What happened last night?” It was Mia.

“Jesus Mia. What are you doing?” I shouted.

“Oh My God! Did it worked?” she asked surprisingly.

“Oh NO. This is sooooo weird” I replied.