MyStory Extras: Shorts

When The Dark Won't Let Me Sleep

A girl sat at the computer on her second desk, her long brown hair braided and pulled onto her left shoulder. Shadows were prominent under her brownish-red eyes, and she stared intently at the dim screen, typing away as if her life depended on it. Every once in a while, she would stop and create a new document, glancing at the clock at the bottom of the screen.
8:40 pm
9:58 pm
10:25 pm
11:16 pm
12:35 am
A knock came on her door, and the girl looked up, only now realizing how bright her screen must've been in the dead of night. Her eyes glowed white for a second, before a click was heard. Someone pushed open the door, and a grey dog-like robot bounded onto her bed, and curled up beside her.
"You should really get some rest, Grey. You're not full robot." He said, giving her a strange look, as the purple metal of his suit and helmet glinted in the dim light. She sighed, and ran her hand across the dog's back.
"I'm not tired." She replied flatly, not letting much emotion go across her face.
"Well... if you're sure. Make sure it doesn't ruin you, though." He said, before calling his dog, who bounded up immediately, and left the room. Immediately, the girl's eyes, again, glowed white, and the door gently shut and locked behind them. She then turned back to her computer and continued to type away hurridly.

~Next morning~

"Oh Grey~ It's time to get up and train~" Quinn sang as she swept past the door to said brunette's room. She was about to walk back down the hall, but stopped when she didn't hear the girl stirring inside. The blonde teen walked back to her door.
"Grey? You don't want to be late. You know what happens then." She said, all song gone from her tone. Still, there was no sound. She tried the handle, and to her surprise, it was open.
"Grey, you need to get up n-" Quinn stopped when she saw that the room was empty. She walked into the room. It looked completely normal, besides the lack of computer, blueprints, and anything that might've deemed useful to their side. Quinn walked towards the main desk, upon seeing the stack of letters on it. Immediately, she knew what had happened. She swept the letters into her book bag, and bolted out of the room.
"Benny!" She yelled, pounding on his door. A groan was heard inside.
"What? I was woke up at four this morning by something unknown, and I'm rather irritable right now." He said tiredly, opening the door, his hair askew.
"Grey's not here." Was all Quinn needed to say before he slammed the door, yelling "I'll be five minutes! Round all the experts up and meet in the main hall!" Quinn wasted no time in racing off to gather them. Everyone knew who they were, even if Quinn had forgotten most of their names.

"Was their anything in her room?" One demanded. As soon as Benny had gotten there, there was an onslaught of questions being thrown at the teens. Quinn froze.
"Well... there were these letters on her main desk." She said, dumping the contents of her normally empty bag on the floor.

After the Majors' of the base left, Quinn walked back to her room, slightly sad that one of her best friends had left. She sat on her bed in the room covered with pictures and posters of friends, animals, things that don't make sense, and funny things. The blonde sighed as her crayon blue eyes eventually wandered to the envelope in her pale grasp. There was only one word on the front.
Lena
Grey was the one person who knew her real name, and now she was gone, probably never to be found. But then again, Grey did make sure that no one would recognize the name except for her. She replayed the earlier events in her head.

"What is this?" Benny said, picking up one of the letters. He read the front, then tossed it over to her.
"Throw this away. I know for sure that there isn't a 'Lena' in our base." He instructed. She nodded, and picked up the letter, before scurrying off. Once out of sight, she stuffed it in her bag.

It made her angry that Benny didn't already know her real name. He's a mind reader, for crying out loud! She made a firm decision, before tearing open the envelope, and allowing her depressed gaze read the careful words printed on it.

Dear Lena,
By the time you get this letter, I'll be long gone. You're the second person to have a letter written to. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that I was leaving, but I didn't trust the barriers of your mind, no offense. When I looked at the plan that Benny had for the Side of Peace, I realized just how gullible I was, for not looking at the situation from both sides. It was definitely hard, making the decision to run away from the place I grew up in, but they restrained me from happiness and contentment. If there's one thing I've learned, it's to never let anyone hold you back from your dreams. Mine was to learn more about the universes, and travel. Guess what I did? Sit in my room all day, designing robots. Not exactly in my best interests, but I'll probably continue doing it over time.
What I'm thinking of doing is something I can't tell you, but I have a feeling you'll figure it out over time. Like I said earlier, I want to learn more about the universes, and OneGod's creations. If you think this through, you might figure it out, but no promises.
The last thing I want to tell you how to do is sorcery. It won't be any complicated stuff where you have to recite Eschostive or something. Basic stuff.
The first step is like meditation. You find a place where you can sit and use noise as white noise. You have to be as calm as possible, and sort through yourself. At the very center of your being is an energy core. You have to reach inside it, and pull out a little bit of the magic that is easiest to pull out. Don't strain yourself until you're good at doing it. If the ball of energy in your hand seems to have sparks or electricity coming from it, you use concentrated magic easily, which is the most common. If it resembles a ball of flame, however, you use raw magic easily, which is extremely hard to control, and far more powerful than concentrated energy.
Please, don't choose a wrong path in life, just because others are. Choose what your heart tells you, and I'll stand by you no matter what.
-Bethany "Grey" Turner

Quinn's eyes widened, because now she knew the truth. She guessed that Grey had hidden her secrets as well, but they were for a far greater reason.

~COMPLETED~