I began to ride and headed into the forest. I once again was by myself. Well, I did have my horse now. While I was riding, I was thinking of a name.
"Flick!" I thought to myself.
It started to get dark, and I stopped by some trees. I used my powers to make a barrier of trees around me and flick. I fell asleep after tapping my hands. I woke up and looked around to make sure I was safe. I kicked the tape off of my hands. This caused blood to come from my hands.
"Isn't that ironic?" I laughed to myself.
I opened the first aid kit to address the blood. My hands made me look like a mess. I wrapped my hands in the second layer of an ace bandage. I grabbed my stuff and put it in my bag. I repeated this routine until early May. I did my usual way. Then I woke up in a small cottage. A little girl walked into the room.
"The person's up." She screamed.
Many stereotypical-looking villagers flooded my room.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Everlone." Someone answered.
"Everyone the saviors want to see them." Someone announced.
"Leave all of you!" A mysterious figure demanded.
The room quickly emptied to reveal familiar faces.
"Jerrica?" My mom asked.
Without any words, I ran and hugged both of them. I soon let them go.
"How did you get out?" I questioned.
"I know the way around my father's prison." Mom answered.
"I used my telekinesis to unlock the locks. Then we kicked some guard butt." My dad corrected.
"Elliot!" She continued. "I wanted to look cool to our daughter."
I fell over laughing.
"Where's Ezra?" Dad asked.
"He was captured by Peter," I answered.
"Oh."
"Where's Danny?" Mom asked.
"I don't know, I haven't seen him since the wedding," I responded.
"Neither have we."
"Shit!" I continued. "Why do they call you the savior?"
"Hmm..." Dad piped up. "When your mom and I ran away, we came across, well here. As a way to stay under the radar, we agreed to protect this town. As long as we could protect our identities."
"Oh, cool." I continued. "So what about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"What will I be known as?"
"Jerrica?" Mom questioned.
"Well to you, but what to them?"
"Oh." They both realized.
It took a moment for us to figure out my new name.
"Jay!" I shouted.
"Okay!" My mom responded.
"Let's go get food." My dad suggested.
We caught up over dinner. Things felt normal. I knew it couldn't last. I had to fix the problem. Little did I know the issue would come to me.
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13 Crowns
FantasíaPrologue I used to have a nightmare when I was younger. It was always the same order and the same impact. It started with the warmth of sand consuming my feet. I looked up to see a warzone. There were flashes of fire, water, and lightning. I...
