August 14th, 2010

	"Indigo Children?"

	The Coyote and I sat across from each other in the cabin I called our hideout.  It was in surprisingly good condition, despite being deep in the woods and aside from a few cracks in the logs here and there.  Chette had erected a barrier around the place to prevent whoever owned it from ever reaching the cabin.

	"Yes, Indigo Children," he said.  "I read it in a book by some famous psychic.  It said that some people had the ability to control their own destiny, and those people are called Indigo Children."

	"Why Indigo Children?"  I asked puzzled.

	"Well," he started, a slightly snooty tone in his voice, "Every living thing has life energy, and that life energy comes in many different colors.  The highest form of energy is indigo in color.  This energy is very flexible and can be used for many things, though..." He scratched his head.  "The book also said the things the energy could be used for were mysteries.  It did say how to find out if you were an Indigo Child, however."

	"And how might one do that?"

	"Simple.  Close your eyes and note the color you see.  That is your energy.  That was the color of mine...until I transformed into...THIS."  He looked down at himself and frowned.  "Now it's sort of silver.  I'm certain yours used to be indigo as well, yet now it is blue."

	It was true, that was the color I saw when I closed my eyes.  It was now blue.  But something bothered me still.
	
	"What color is the lowest form of energy?"

	"Red."

	My face fell upon hearing this.

	"That is the lowest form, drawing upon pure animal instinct.  It is, however, supposed to be very powerful.  Or at least, so said the book.  But it's also very hard to control, and..."

	I was hardly listening to him now.  My energy...changed?  But why?  Why was I cursed with this red energy?

	A few hours passed.  I got to know the Coyote a little better.  His name is Max.  He was a top student in his class back in high school.  he was also very interested in the supernatural and paranormal, hence the psychic book reading he did.  But when he transformed on June 27 (the same date I did), things changed.  He immediately stopped showing up to school.  His parents became ashamed of him, comparing him to me and my unpopular actions in Guantanamo.  They kicked him out, and he had been surviving in these woods since then, since his new body, like mine, did not need food to live.

	We stayed another night in the cabin, Chette now regaining her courage to sleep inside with me, which she had not been doing for the past few days.  Tomorrow I will test Max to see what abilities, if any, he has.  They could prove useful to my quest.