Life Passed

A Transgender Paranormal Fantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter Fourteen: Girl 201

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Can Laura and Minuet be helped through the exponential increase in their magical abilities?
Should Minuet risk everything to go back in time to rescue Ruth from becoming submerged into Elias?

Copyright 2008, 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

I looked down at myself and saw that she was right. My body was beginning the natural transition that every girl experiences, but more than that, I could sense magical abilities awakening within me that I'd never imagined possible. The Celtic Triquetra necklace around my neck pulsed with brilliant light, and suddenly I could see the spiritual threads connecting every person in Cedar Hollow—the bonds of love and hate, fear and hope, that wove through the community like an invisible web.

"Laura," I breathed, my voice trembling with the magnitude of what I was experiencing, "I think we're becoming something new. Something that's never existed before."

Through our enhanced connection, I felt her powers awakening in harmony with mine. Where I seemed to be developing abilities related to healing and transformation, she was manifesting skills in protection and binding—complementary forces that together created something greater than the sum of their parts.

"The power of three," Helen's voice whispered in our minds, though her spiritual form was nowhere to be seen. "But not the same three that bound us together. This is the next generation—the guardians who will face what's coming. I've found my long lost sister Zibela and I'm guiding her to you Minuet. She'll take my physical place in the original circle with you and Michelle."

"How will I know her, Helen?" I asked.

Helen's whisper in our minds continued, "Her necklace is identical to mine and when you all meet then you three will be one as you and Michelle were one with me."

As Crane's followers began moving through the streets toward their targets, Laura and I stood together in my backyard, a pause in our journey to find a place of safety in my room. A place where we could fully

Our necklaces were blazing with ancient light, our bodies and minds transforming into something that could stand against the hatred that threatened to consume our community. The harassment campaign had pushed us to our breaking point, but instead of breaking, we had awakened.

But as the immediate intensity of our transformation began to settle into something more manageable, I realized that Michelle and Gladys would need to guide us through what was happening. This wasn't just the normal onset of adolescence—this was something unprecedented in the magical community, and we would need their wisdom to understand and control the abilities that were manifesting within us.

Girl 201 Begins
Michelle appeared in my doorway, her expression a mixture of maternal concern and wonder. "Girls, I felt the energy shift from downstairs. Are you both alright?"

"We're changing, Momma," I said, my voice already sounding slightly different—more mature, more confident. "Our powers are awakening."

Jubilee and Gladys arrived shortly after, having sensed the same magical disturbance through their connection to Laura. The three mothers exchanged knowing glances as they observed their daughters undergoing the most natural transition in a girl's life, enhanced by supernatural abilities that were awakening in tandem.

"This is Girl 201," Gladys explained, settling into my bedroom chair while Michelle sat on the edge of my bed. "When young practitioners enter puberty, their magical abilities expand exponentially. But for it to happen simultaneously to both of you..." She shook her head in amazement. "I've never seen anything like it."

Laura reached over and took my hand, and immediately I felt our magical energies synchronizing. Where our skin touched, a soft golden light emanated, and I could sense her thoughts and emotions as clearly as my own.

Can you feel that? Laura's voice echoed in my mind, though her lips hadn't moved.

Yes, I responded telepathically. It's like we're becoming two halves of the same magical entity.

"The bond between you is deepening," Michelle observed, her own Celtic Triquetra necklace glowing in response to our connection. "Helen mentioned this might happen—that your friendship would evolve into something unprecedented."

Power Development
Over the following days, as our bodies began the gradual changes of early adolescence, Laura and I discovered that our magical abilities were expanding in ways that complemented each other perfectly. Where I seemed to have an intuitive understanding of healing and transformation magic, Laura demonstrated remarkable skill with binding and protective spells.

"It's your bloodlines," Jubilee explained as she watched us practice in our backyard. "Minuet carries the power Helen passed to her—magic focused on love and redemption. Laura inherited the abilities of our ancestors who built the original altar—magic designed to contain and control elemental forces."

The practical applications were astounding. When Laura created a protective barrier around our practice area, I could enhance it with healing energy that would not only deflect attacks but actually restore anyone within its bounds. When I attempted to channel transformative magic, Laura could help me focus and direct it with precision that prevented the energy from becoming chaotic or dangerous.

"You're learning to work as a unit," Michelle noted with pride. "Two practitioners whose abilities are perfectly balanced."

But with our growing power came growing responsibility. The Celtic Triquetra necklaces around our necks had begun to change, their simple knotwork becoming more intricate as new symbols appeared along the edges. The Triskelion spirals that had manifested on the reverse side were now clearly visible even when we weren't actively using magic.

New Possibilities and Dangers
As our abilities developed, we began to sense things that had been hidden from us before. The ancient altar in the forest called to us with increasing intensity, and we could feel the fire elemental's presence there—still twisted by centuries of imprisonment, still seeking a host to channel its destructive rage.

"Elias is growing stronger," Laura said during one of our practice sessions, her hand pressed to her necklace as visions flowed through our shared connection. "The elemental is teaching him to internalize its power, to appear normal while building his congregation."

Through our enhanced perception, we could see the supernatural threads connecting Elias to his followers, the way his charismatic sermons were literally binding them to his will through elemental magic they didn't understand. Deacon Crane had become his primary lieutenant, organizing the persecution of the circles with military precision.

"They're planning something big," I said, my own magical sight revealing the growing network of hatred and fear that Elias was weaving throughout Cedar Hollow. "Not just harassment this time—something that will force all the practitioners to either flee or fight."

Michelle and Gladys exchanged worried glances. "Your powers are developing faster than we expected," Michelle said. "But you're still children. This level of magical awareness usually doesn't manifest until practitioners are much older."

"Maybe that's because we're not ordinary children," Laura replied, her voice carrying new authority. "We're the guardians Helen spoke of. The ones who will face what's coming."

Zibela Arrives
Just when Michelle and Minuet needed her most, Zibela arrived hand in hand with the spiritual manifestation of Helen with both wearing the same design Celtic Triquetra necklaces. Michelle grabbed Zibela's free hand, and I gripped Helen's. We bask in family for a moment when Helen guided my hand to Zibela's now empty hand as Helen herself dissipated to only a voice in our minds.

"This is my sister Zibela. It is my wish that she takes my physical place in our circle. In time you both will be able to take the same solace from her as you have done with me. My time with you is almost over but the circle lives on."

"We love you, Helen" the three of us cried out.

"And I you, my darlings!" Helen mind whispered to us.

"Minuet, Helen tells me that you and Laura may need to do something dangerous. Promise me that you will do so in the power of three with Michelle and I so that you be safely anchored." Zibela urged.

"Of course." I responded. Now that you are here, I don't want to be parted from either of you."

"Very good, Minuet. Zibela, I leave you to care for my darlings and I take my leave for now." Helen mind whispered. The presence of Helen faded once again.

The Spirit Walking Discovery
It was during our most advanced training session that I made the discovery that would change everything we thought we knew about our enemy. Gladys had been teaching us about spirit walking—the ability to project our consciousness beyond our physical bodies while remaining safely anchored to the present.

Zibela and Michele each touched one of my shoulders as they also joined hands. Similarly, Jubilee and Gladys did the same with Laura. In this way we were eached preserved in our fmaily circles.

"Remember, "Gladys instructed as Laura and I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, our hands joined and our necklaces glowing softly, "you're observers only. Don't try to interact with anything you see, and don't go further back than you can safely return from."

But as our consciousness expanded and we began to drift through the layers of time, I felt an irresistible pull toward a specific moment—a trauma so profound it had created ripples through decades of subsequent events.

Laura, do you feel that? I asked through our mental connection.

The pain? Yes. It's coming from... oh, Minuet. It's coming from Elias.

We found ourselves drawn not to the recent past, but to something much older—a scene that would explain everything about the broken soul that had become our enemy.

The Growing Threat
But even as we formulated our new understanding of the conflict, the immediate danger continued to escalate. Through our enhanced magical perception, we could sense Elias's power growing stronger with each passing day. The fire elemental was teaching him to channel its abilities more effectively, and his congregation was expanding as fear and hatred spread through Cedar Hollow.

"He's planning something for the new moon," Laura said, her hand pressed to her necklace as dark visions flowed through our connection. "Something at the ancient altar that will give him access to power we can't imagine."

The implications were terrifying. If Elias could tap into the accumulated magical energy at the altar site, he wouldn't need to work through human followers anymore. He could manifest the fire elemental's power directly, burning away everything he saw as corruption in a supernatural conflagration that would consume the entire mountain community.

"How long do we have?" Michelle asked, her voice tight with maternal fear.

"Days, maybe hours," I replied, feeling the weight of destiny settling around my shoulders like a cloak. "But now we know what we have to do. We don't fight Elias—we save Ruth."

The Revelation
As the day progressed and our magical abilities continued to develop, I made one final discovery that would change everything about our approaching confrontation. During a particularly deep meditation joined with Michelle and Zibela, I found that my spirit walking ability had evolved beyond simple observation—I could actually travel back in time spiritually, not just to witness events, but to understand them from within.

The realization hit me like lightning. If I could travel back to the moment of Ruth's greatest trauma, if I could somehow reach through time itself to offer her the love and acceptance she had been denied...

"Laura," I said, my voice trembling with the magnitude of what I was contemplating, "I think I can do more than just observe the past. I think I can interact with it."

Her eyes widened with understanding and fear. "Minuet, that's incredibly dangerous. If you change something in the past..."

"I might be able to heal the wound that created Elias in the first place," I finished. "I might be able to save Ruth before she becomes lost."

The Celtic Triquetra necklace around my neck pulsed with warm light, and I felt Helen's presence beside me, stronger than ever.

"The power to heal across time itself," Helen whispered, her voice filled with wonder and concern. "But sprite, such magic comes with a price. Are you prepared to risk everything to save someone who has caused so much pain?"

I looked at Laura, saw my own determination reflected in her eyes, and felt the ancient magic of the Celtic sisterhood flowing through our joined hands.

"Yes," I said, my twelve-year-old voice steady with purpose. "Love is always stronger than hate, even when hate has had decades to grow. It's time to bring Ruth home."

Zibela responded for both her and Michelle, "If you must do this, you do it with us so that we can help empower and anchor you and bring you home, Minuet."

I told them, "I am truly loved and blessed. Thank you both. Thank you, Helen."