Forgotten Truths (Book One of the Forgotten Truths Series)

Prologue

It was dark— and damp. The room ranked of rotten fish. Rain's head throbbed slightly. Roles were tightly secured around her mouth, waist, and legs. Her round eyes scattered the room in terror.

  'What— where am I?' She thought; fear making her head spin.

  'How'd this happen? Am I dreaming?'

"Wait.. Rain.. you're here too?" A familiar voice spoke up.

  Rain's head whipped around towards the voice. It was Cordelia, her sister.

  She shook her head. The rope around her mouth easily slipped off— whoever had done this sucked at kidnapping people. "Cordelia?" She called out. Rain couldn't make out anything besides... well darkness.

  "I'm here, with you." Cordelia replied.

  "Er— where are we?" Rain's voice shook with fear. Her mind fleeted to her son, Drought. He was only a couple years old.

  "Drought?" She called out into the dark room again; her voice seemingly echoed around the walls.

  It bounced back to her. What was happening—? She couldn't remember anything besides going to bed what must've been yesterday. It felt like years ago.

  "There's no one around. I tried to find an exit as well, but there was nothing." Cordelia sighed.

  "Are you tied up too?" She asked.

  "Yes." Cordelia nodded, but she was hardly visible.

  "Do you know why this is happening—?" Rain would've scowled at herself in, well, basically any other situation. She sounded like some scared kid.

  "No, I don't. I- never mind. How's Drought?" Cordelia tried to change the topic to get her mind off the terrifying situation they were in.

  "I— I haven't seen him since last night." She mumbled.

  "Do you know where Maurea is?" Rain returned the question.

  'I swear, once I'm out of this dump, I'll get whoever did this to us,' She thought as a frown splashed across her face. How were they supposed to get out of here? Cordelia was one of the smartest people she knew, and even Cordelia couldn't find a way out.

  'Granted, we are tied up in some dark room that smelled of rotting fish. Who would be able to find a way out in this situation?' Rain tried to be optimistic.

"No, I do not know where Maurea is. I haven't seen her since yesterday night, like how you haven't seen Drought. But I don't think she's somewhere completely different from where she last was." Cordelia finally replied.

But then Cordelia added, "But I need to get back soon. Maurea is only just a few months old; she can't feed herself."

  Rain nodded, even though she knew Cordelia couldn't see her. She needed to get back to Drought as well— he was a bit older than Maurea, but still a toddler.

  "But when I get out of here, I am going to find the kidnapper and catch him!" Cordelia snapped, rather suddenly. It made Rain jump.

"What if it's about the kids?" She finally blurted. More and more, these kids were getting the wrong abilities. Flame Tribe would inherit Breeze Tribe abilities, and so forth.

  Cordelia didn't respond. She stayed silent.

  Rain went on, "Remember the meeting last night? What if we, well, we know we didn't agree with somethings..." her heart dropped, "What if we heard something we weren't supposed to?"

  Cordelia stayed silent for a little longer. "I think we did." She finally spoke.

  Rain opened her mouth to reply. Suddenly, footsteps entered the room. Rain's deep blue eyes flicked to the sound; her long, sleek hair bounding in front of her face.   Cordelia tried to get into a defensive position but couldn't.

  "Who is this? I am Rain, one of the rulers of Droplet Tribe and demand you to speak." She put on a stern voice— very unlike her. Although, probably not wise to talk, and their kidnapper most likely knew who they were.

  "What do you want?" Cordelia added roughly to whoever came in. There was a hint of fear in her voice.

  A horrid sound scrapped her ears. A sword, somehow glinting in the minimal light in this room, scraped the ground. The invader flipped the weapon. Teeth— tinted slightly blue, a Droplet Tribe villager? Rain made a note of it in case she did manage to escape —seemed to grow into a small smirk. Cordelia was quickly murmuring words to herself, like she discovered something.

  "Oh nothing, just doing what needs to be done," He hissed. Four round dots were illuminated under his eyes. Rain was always against the rank-system in Droplet Tribe.

  'Is— is he going to kill us?' Rain's mind flashed to images of wars between the tribes. The one reason they were forced into killing children: to... "keep the peace."

  Cordelia backed up a bit.

  The figure continued to stalk around the room. He scrapped his sword against the floor. It sent a shiver up Rain's spine.

  "W-who are you?" Cordelia asked— This time, the trembling wasn't hidden.

  The figure ignored Cordelia for a moment, "Oh, and don't worry, Rain," The voice was familiar, but she couldn't make out who it was, "I already know who you are,"

  "Oh gods..." Cordelia murmured to herself quietly.

  He turned to Cordelia. The man— quite tall —used the tip of the sword to pull her sister's face towards him. "Why... you must know who I am,"

  He smirked, before trailing his sword around Cordelia's back. Anger and fear fought in Rain. She wanted to do something, but there was nothing she could do.  

  Cordelia stayed silent and just watched the man. "Good girl," He murmured before crouching down. The man used the sword to pull her sister's face to him again. Disgust washed through Rain's body. Cordelia was practically gazing into the man's eyes— She seemed to know who it was. A fearful— and confused expression cover her.

  The man lifted the sword high above his head. With a quick swoosh, he swung it at Cordelia's head. Her sister fell to the ground with just one last sigh. Blood began to pool out of where the figure had crushed his sword through her head. Rain screamed— she tried to inch away from the man.

  He then stalked towards Rain. "Why hello there," he smiled. Fear suffocated her— wouldn't let her breathe.

  He lifted the bloodied sword above his head. Her round eyes, already wide with fear, somehow managed to stretch wider. She recognized this man— she trusted this man with her life. Betrayal thudded through her, this was—

  Everything seemed to slow. Rain's eyes were glued to the sword as it inches towards her chest. Before it struck her, everything went black.