Chapter 22: Smoke

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I woke up with a start, and found the sun blaring in my eyes. The seat I was in had been clawed out of, and I felt something ruffle beside me. It was the lady. She woke next to me, and I watched as she yawned. It scared me, but at the same time was intriguing, seeing each feather move differently. She saw I was awake, and quickly asked me a question. "Did you see him again?" I was shocked, both that she knew I had seen him, and still from what he had told me. "Y-yeah... though I don't really know why." she looked at me, then the brother. He was driving, and only looked back through the mirror. She nodded, and he slowed down. She stood up, then said in a loud voice, "Begin!" A low hum could then be heard all around. It was so odd, yet satisfyingly beautiful. "What did he say?" she said, and without even thinking, I told her what he said to me. "You didn't give me the entire story behind the Scattler king." She looked at me, and I looked back at her, whispering one word. "Peter..." I shook my head, quickly rising. My eyes were changing, but this time another color, the only primary I hadn't seen yet.

                                        ...Blue...

   
    They grabbed me and quickly threw me out of the bus, and just in time as well, because clouds were growing above us, big, cumulonimbus clouds. Lightning struck where I was, and I could feel it run through me, burning through my skin, and pacing in my muscles, waiting to be used. I could barely control myself, and found myself running, almost fast enough to cross the world in seconds, but instead, I found myself back with the Reapers children, now covered in water and dust, with no shoes. My eyes went back to normal, and I could feel the gust of wind behind me. "DUST STORM!" I heard one of them yell, and I saw in behind me. There was now multiple dust clouds growing larger on the horizon, with tornadoes made purely from the wind speed i brought. They quickly grabbed the tops of the busses and pulled them down, showing that they were actually fakes. They covered the sides, and quickly ran in the buses. I could hear the dunes coming, and ran in with them, sitting down, waiting for the dust to clear. Everybody had been able to get in, and the brother closed the door. He spoke to all of us, which caught me off guard. But I learned that day something important. These people worship him in fear, but because it's all they have left from their past, their only reason to stay around. I felt useless then, where I was the great reaper, yet felt I could do nothing. So I listened, and waited. "Have the great Reaper take our souls to the homeland." the only words he spoke, the only words I ever heard him say. And now, with these words going through my mind, I felt something touch my shoulder. A young disciple was bending over, trying to get my attention. He quickly pointed at the seat, and gestured whether they could sit there. I nodded my head, and watched as this person sat down. There was nothing out of ordinary at first, but then i saw them.

    Eyes filled with smoke, slowly rotating inside.

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