Era of Ezri

Dismissed

My body felt light, like I was floating but somehow still anchored, the idea of moving was unimaginable as I tried to wake myself from slumber.

The memory of the events that took place in the Grand Square slowly began to emerge and a part of me was stunned at the level of drama and violence that surrounded the event.

Surely none of it could've been real, everything seemed too theatrical.

Before my world went dark, I recalled seeing an overly tall figure appear from the mist and approach me, everything about the man was familiar; from his build, to his walk and the only thing preventing me from identifying him was the strange mask he wore.

I tried my hardest to put a name to the figure but I was coming up blank. Then again, I only knew a limited number of people and just one matched said description.

Jordan.

I jolted upward and found myself in an unusually abstract bedroom in a king-sized bed, the room mainly consisted of shades of beige and brown and every piece of furniture was either circular or round.

"J-Jordan?" I whispered, searching the room with my eyes.

A series of beeps sounded beside me belonging to a blue futuristic box with electricals running through it which I remembered as the power source I'd been attached to in the attic. A green light flashed from the cube and I could only assume that meant it was safe to unplug myself from it.

I removed the wire from my arm and jumped down from the bed, I was prepared for my body to roar in pain, but unusually enough, it didn't.

It also seemed I was no longer plastered in dirt and blood and instead of the torn and battered outfit from before I was now wearing a plain grey tracksuit, utterly confused I lifted the legs of my pants to find no cuts or bruises in sight.

Shocked beyond words, I even brushed my fingertips along my forehead and found no trace of a cut or gash.

"The charge healed you." I jumped at the sound of Cynthia's voice, I was too busy inspecting the state of my body to even hear her come in.

I nodded my head, not knowing what to say.

"You know, you should've never run away like that, especially considering your 'circumstances'. It was foolish of you." Cynthia stated, bluntly.

"Mmm hmm." I nodded distractedly, still prodding at my once broken body.

"Are you even listening to me?" Cynthia sighed, hitting her cane against the ground.

"Yes," I mumbled back, inspecting the veins on my arms.

"I don't think you understand the severity of what you've done, if Blaze or any of his Hybrids had gotten their hands on you and found out what you are... we would've lost everything!" Cynthia expressed in anger.

My head jerked up at her statement.

"You mean what your uncle made me into." I snapped, furious she was upset with me over something that was hardly my fault. "And what do you mean 'you would've lost everything'?"

"Listen, what I meant to say was-"

"No, don't tell me what you meant to say, tell me what I need to hear; which is the truth, not your interpretation of it."

Cynthia's mouth fell open like she hadn't seen my outburst coming and in truth neither had I, but I felt this sternness was another part of me that had been lost along with my memory and buried deep inside my mind, but, it had chosen the perfect moment to make an appearance.

What I also hadn't expected was for Cynthia's expression to contort from shock to fury but before she could get a word out, the bedroom door opened.

"Cynthia it's okay." Jordan interrupted. "I'll explain everything." He spoke as he stood in the doorway.

Cynthia gave him a look that a child would give their parent if they were about to be sent to their room, it was clear Jordan had stepped up as the father figure in their uncle's absence.

Giving her brother one last vexed glance, Cynthia grabbed her cane and stormed out of the room.

"I guess you have a right to know what's going on because things might have taken a turn for the worse due to your trip through Gloria Bridge, but I don't blame you for running. I should've eased you into the truth and if I were you, I probably would've reacted the same way."

"Enough of the apologies and on with the answers," I replied eagerly.

"Okay, okay." Jordan came over and took a seat on the bed, I also joined him. "Hmm, where to start?" He murmurs to himself, playing with his non-existent beard.

"Hey, stop teasing," I laughed, pinching his cheek.

He chuckled, brushing my hand away.

"Okay fine, I'll start. First off, I'll tell you about what you are or in better terms, how my uncle managed to keep you alive, but,  we have to start at the very beginning.

As you know there are twelve factions and from the very beginning, each of them was home to these mystical objects called Mirrors, floating crystals small enough to fit into the palm of your hand and each coming in various shapes and colours. But most importantly, what the Mirrors did was maintain and stabilise the natural energy of each faction.

The crystals played an integral role in upholding structure so each of them shared a unique connection with its faction leader. If a new leader came into power who was somehow unfit, the mirrors would fade from their original colour to grey, but that was rare.

Also, besides sharing a connection with each Commander, the crystals could pull energy from a person or faction if their leader willed it to.

Now, around twenty years ago a war broke out between the Commanders when all of the natural energy was stolen from every faction, starting with Gloria Bridge and ending with Travis Tower.  

After the war, every crystal had been snatched and no faction was ever the same, each Commander had witches create borders preventing anyone from the outside coming in, particularly Hybrids."

"Hybrids?" I asked. 

Author's note 

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