I went to go pack my spoon.
I felt little queasy, keeping secrets from Knox and Melody. I replayed the scene from earlier in my head.
What is his problem? One minute he’s happy and the next-
Do you mind not telling Knox and Melody? I think Taris will kill me if I told them.
I shook my head a couple times and entered my room. The walls and bed sheets were all yellow, but the floor was black and the ceiling was a pure white. An odd set up. The Libra’s really needed a new designer. I knelt down to find my spoon (odd. I think I grew an attachment with it.)
Don’t go.
I stood up so quickly I bumped my head on the top bunk, “Hello? Anyone there?”
Rescue her!
I was looking back and forth from top bunk to bottom bunk, but the source of the voice seemed to be coming from the whole room.
Don’t go.
You must restore it!
Ressscueeee
I felt my hand close around my spoon and held it an arm’s length in front of me, “Ok, whoever you are, either get your mood swings down straight and tell me who you are, or get the hell out of here.” I said, menacingly holding my spoon in front of me.
Leave.
Come.
Restore it.
The whispers were getting louder, becoming screams inside my head.
Leave.
Come.
RESTORE IT.
“Restore what?” I screamed as the world flashed black and white.
Not what
Don’t listen
RESTORE HER.
“Shut up!” I screamed at the top of my lungs wanting it to just end. Wanting the whispers to end, “Shut up!” and I flung my spoon at the black floor, expecting it to just bounce. Instead, it hit the ground like a mountain and yellow light flashed from the crack it made as the whole room began to crumble, but the whispers did not go away.
Stay there.
Run.
Resstoree.
I ran and ran until I finally came to the end of the glowing yellow hallway and stayed there panting. The whispers I my head stopped, but now the Libra kids were looking at me with an odd look on their face.
Awkwardness?
Oddness?
Awe?
One of the older kids came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder, “She has contacted you.”
I just nodded my head because I knew who she was talking about.
Libra just gave me a very clear message.
I must restore the balance.
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Not fifteen minutes later, I was standing in the middle of the store front with Semba and waiting for the rest of our little “group.”
“Are you ok Sunny? You look like you had a run in with a ghost” he said, only slightly joking.
“I did.” I said, not joking at all, but made it seem like I was. He laughed a small shy laugh and we continued to wait for the others. Knox and Taris came together and Melody came strolling along after about five minutes. Melody looked distraught. I wondered why. Over the past two days, the people in my dorm showed me how to master “the vision” which can show me the good and bad in people, but can also show me if and sometimes why they’re stressed. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing on my leg (odd place, yes) where my Libra mark was.
When I opened them again, the world was black and white.
Well, not exactly. It was more like everything was in colour, but someone took a paint brush and put black and white light in odd places.
When I looked I saw a white light back light around all five of us, brighter where our zodiac marks were. Melody’s fish on her back, Blond boy’s arrow on his arm, and I learned that Semba’s sign that looked like a circle with a whip attached to it.
It was in the space between his third and fourth left rib, but unlike my mark, or Knox’s, or Melody’s, both Blond boy’s and Semba’s marks were much bigger, and brighter. I shifted my gaze to Knox and was surprised to see that in addition to the mark on her arm, there was a second extremely bright light around her eyes as well. When I released the “vision” I saw her eyes had specks of blue in them, “That’s odd.” I muttered, Semba laughed thinking that I was talking to him, “Yeah, I wonder why Taris takes so long to pack, he’s like a women!” he said happily and ushered the rest of the group to the very middle of the store. He raised his eyebrow at me and said, “Are you ready for another trip via air Semba?” he asked utterly serious. Knox groaned, and Melody laughed.
“Let’s just hope I don’t get sick of fig newtons.” I said as the tornado suddenly whisked us off the ground.
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Flame Touch
Genç KurguThe zodiac is a lot more than some random symbols and stories about stars as sixteen year-olds Knox, Melody, and Sunny soon find out. Join these three heroes as they go on a crazy adventure filled with tears, and triumphs as they try to keep the hu...
