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Maybe I should explain how I got into this mess in the first place. It all started on a bright, Saturday morning. I had just opened my eyes, when I hit my head against the ceiling. I had been lying on the top bunk of my bed, I started tilting off the side, and when I finally got up, I found myself on the floor.
“Mom!” I screamed. “I fell off my bunk again.” I ran into the bathroom but found no bruises, bumps or scratches. I washed my face, put on my green dress, white stockings and brown ballet flats, and finally headed downstairs for breakfast.
“You’re going to be late for your orientation, Lena. You know how important it is for the council to assign you to your job.”
“I understand. Something has just been bugging me lately.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I had a dream last night. All around me there were dark, murky clouds. But everywhere I walked, small beams of golden light peeking through the clouds followed me.”
“You probably were just dreaming. Although, I had that dream when I was your age. Oh, well. Probably just a coincidence.”
I brushed my long, golden locks and headed for the door. I was still bugged about the dream, but I didn’t let it bug me during the orientation. I was beaming with excitement.
At first I was asked easy questions, like what three words best describe me, but then I got a bunch of bizarre ones. I felt very awkward, especially when the head of the council asked me to show me my writing hand. I wasn’t surprised about it that much. I was the only lefty of my grade.
Then as she told me to take my hand back, she gazed onto it. Her eyes scanned back and forth across the back of my hand. Without hesitation, she locked her fingers around my wrist as if it were a precious gem.
I felt nothing at first. But then her nails seemed to shoot a fiery inferno through my very nerves. I tried to pull my hand back, but her fingertips dug further into my skin. I let out a loud scream of pain.
Then the pain seemed to move away from my body and I felt electricity run down my left arm. A wave of static went through the lady, and then I found her dead on the floor.
The council smirked at me. “What the hell? Why are you all smiling when I just killed someone?” I yelled.
A dark ominous voice surrounded everyone in the room. Everything became darker except for me. “She’s the one we’re after. Take it from the girl and dispose of the body.”
I screamed as several people started the chase after me. I ran all the way to the city outskirts, the council in hot pursuit. I stopped at the edge of a cliff. My own conscience told me that I wouldn’t survive the fall, but somewhere within me I heard a soft voice. “You can do it. Trust the courage within.”
I was very uncertain whether the strange voice was telling me to jump, or to face the crowd of homicidal adults. I chose not to deal with the latter option, because I spied a root along the edge of the cliff. “Hey!” I screamed. I dropped off the edge.
I grabbed the root as I fell. All of the council fell to the ground, but they got back up as soon as they regained consciousness. Parts of their skin peeled off to show a metallic gray. “Robots?” I screamed.
By the time I got home I started explaining everything that happened, in short, choppy intakes of breath, at the orientation. Mom sighed. “I think that it’s time to tell you the truth.”
“What truth?” I asked.
“A long time ago, an ancestor of ours saved the world. His legacy was passed down through generations of our family. And now-“
“What legacy?”
“The power of him is within you, Lena. I had it, but I didn’t know it was there. And now that it has appeared before Their eyes, you MUST protect it. If it is taken, everyone will die.”
“What is it? How do I protect it?”
“Run. Run and find your ancestor. The fate of the whole world is now on your shoulders.”
I packed for about 15 minutes, only taking what I needed most. My Mom brought in a sword, a shield, and a small sack.
“What is all this for?” I asked.
“All I know is that you’ll need it on your journey.”
“What journey?”
“Lena. Listen to me. You are in grave danger. VERY grave danger. If you do not run away, they will find you and take the-“
A loud, violent knock came to our door. Mom hurried me into a closet, where she said I would be safe. As soon as I closed the door, I heard a click and realized she had locked me in. I heard screaming, but it soon faded away just like my calmness did. My silvery tears stained my face. I heard nothing but the sound of my own mourning.
I heard the mysterious voice again. “Do not cry. There is no time. If you do not stop Them, the world shall fall.
“Use your past selves to awaken your inner strength. We are all counting on you. Time is running low.”
 monochroMayhem · Fri May 08, 2009 @ 01:36pm · 0 Comments |
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