Victoria woke up in a rush. There was a wired red light in the room. She got up and got ready in record time. She ran out the door and over the small street. She hammered on the door and yelled "Francisco! Francisco!" The door opened. A man was stood in the door. "Calm down Victoria. You know Francisco. He needs time to get up." He said. "Thanks onkel Ferdinand" She said. "I am here now " Francisco said as he rounded the corner. "Hi onkel. My triangle is shining bright red and spinning like a compass needle. But it doesn't even point north" She said now more relaxed." It is time. Go to the stable. I will be there in a minute" Francisco said. She said thanks and ran off to the stable.
A little later Francisco came with a wired saddle and a knife. "I have both sword, knife and saddle" She said . "The knife here I have is clean and the 'saddle' is too hang things and hold on too" He said and put the 'saddle' on the horse. "Go find your weapons. Bow, arrows and knife" He told her. Her response was a simple okay. She walked home. He took the knife and slide his palm. The blood from the wound was used to paint a triangle on the horse's head. He band cloth around the hand. Two seconds later Victoria was back armed too the teeth. "Now I think it is time you tell me what this madness is" She said. "Your sign is calling you. You are supposed to find one of us. The reason you were chosen is you are close in blood. Your sign will lead the way. Now take off. We are short on time" He answered. Whit this words he helped her up and she took of.
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One sign
General FictionPeople don't like people who is not like them. In fact in this world people are hunted down for being different and spate on for trying to fit in.
