JInxed

<p><strong><span>?</span>Fitting in has never been in the cards. Not part of the hand Fate dealt me. </strong></p><p><br></p><p>My superpower is animals magical and otherwise. They adore me. Birds and insects too. Back when the Celts still roamed the Highlands I begged them to shed light on how I came to be since my power is unique.</p><p>You can guess how well that went. They're a taciturn entitled lot. I didn't shed a single tear when they packed up and left Earth.</p><p>Other mages don't care for me. They don't trust my one-of-a-kind magic. On my more generous days I don't blame them. For now I run a tiny private investigator shop in the Scottish Highlands. Mortals are quick to hire me because I always solve their problems. Using magic is cheating but they'll never find out.</p><p>Most days it's a delicate dance. If I get lucky no other mage has it in for me. But I'm still stuck hanging onto enough of a glamour to fool mortals. Occasionally I want to pack it all in and vanish to...well to somewhere else.</p><p>No one to blame but myself when my life skids off the rails.</p>