Whisper of Evince

Chapter 3

During lunch I looked down at my pendant, I rubbed it against my fingers, feeling the texture of the weird shapes. I thought back to what my mom had said. Why would my father wait to give me this necklace till my fifteenth birthday? Why did my mother give it to me now? Why did my father not give it to me before he left?

As I finished eating my lunch I looked at my computer and realized the battery was running low. I walked into the Latin class room and plugged in my laptop. My next class was Latin. Mr. Osman the Latin teacher sat at his desk reading what appeared to be a book written in Latin and chomped on a red crisp apple as well. With apple bits in his mouth he friendly greeted me, "Hello, Krystal. You are a bit early for class but you are welcome to stay in here till class starts."

I replied, "Thanks, I just had to plug in my laptop."

He questioned, "There were no outlets in the common area?"

I answered, "Yes, there are, but the two outlets are being used."

He responded, "Well any of my Latin students can come in here anytime to plug in their computers as long as I am not teaching a class."

During Latin class I raised my hand to answer the question Mr. Osman asked. Unfortunately I got the answer wrong; one of the people in my class remarked, "Of course you got it wrong you are too pretty to have gotten it right." It was a joke, but I was like come on really, you had to say something.

I got up to go to the bathroom; I had to go since the beginning of class and was waiting for a good time to leave so I would not miss anything important. As I approached the bathroom I noticed that the pearl on my pendant began to glow; it looked like a firefly. Quickly I tucked it under my shirt. I looked down and it was still glowing, the colors bouncing off the silver chain of the necklace. I pushed the bathroom door open and stared into the mirror; I could see the pendant glowing from inside my shirt. I walked into a stall and locked the door. I held the pearl part of the pendant in my hand. Soon as my hand clasped onto the pendant my vision went black.

Lights like fireworks kept passing by, as if I were flying through space; darkness started to spread all around me. Then I saw the figure, the same one as I had seen the other day on the catwalk during morning meeting. I was now face to face with this figure. I could not see its face clearly, but I could make out it was the body of a human. Then a flash like a camera went off and I saw its face.

I opened my eyes and I was back in the bathroom stall, but this time standing in front of me was a man; a man probably in his late twenties. Frighten I was ready to run. If I had to I was ready to fight the guy. Then he began to speak, "Hello, My name is Zende. Please do not be so frighten. If you give me a chance I can explain myself. And any questions you might have I will try and answer." Each word off his tongue was soft and delicate. I knew I could trust him, not because he was soft spoken, but the fact that he wore a pendant like mine except his was black not silver.

"Fine, how did you even get here in this stall?" I questioned.

Zende responded, "It is not always wise to except what someone says. You must first ask for evidence, if that person will do no harm to you."

I replied, "Are you saying you want to hurt me?"

He answered, "Of course not, I am here to guide you, I was sent by your father."

"But my father is dead." I confusedly replied

Zende spoke "What you might think might not be always the truth."

"What? My father died at war." I started to tear up, remembering that I was to visit his grave today.

Zende stepped closer, "Your father, was not who you thought he was; he was much more than a patriot who died for his country." The bathroom door opened. "Quickly," Zende said, "Hold onto your necklace and hold my hand."

I questioned, "Why?"

"You have to trust me."

I grabbed his leather skinned hand, as I did sparks began to fly up. Soon with a blink of an eye I was covered in light, so was Zende. I could see nothing but white light; all I could feel was air brushing past me, as if I was sticking my head out the window like a dog. It was beautiful, even though I could see nothing the wind that pushed up against my face was refreshing. It all stopped. The light that had carried me off was starting to fade. As I blinked I noticed that I was sitting down in a chair in an office of some sort. There was a desk which sat a computer along with papers everywhere spread out in piles over the desk. I turned around and saw that the room was empty. I sat up and approached the door. I looked out the window that looked out into the hall or whatever was on the outside of this office. I spotted Zende speaking with a young doctor, I concluded based on the cloths he wore. Zende and the doctor started to head towards the room where I was, I jumped back into the chair I was sitting into. I heard the door knob turn and the door squeak open. I stood up and turned around to face Zende. He spoke, "It is good to see that you have awaken."

I replied, "Was I sleeping the whole time. You mean the sparks did not really happen."

"Of course that happened. That is called speed traveling."

"I am confused; did I turn into a light?"

"In correct terms your pendant has the ability to turn your body into electromagnetic radiation, which is a faster way to travel. Not anybody can just hold the pendant, only those who are born with the power to hold that ability. We are called the Faos, which is the ancient Greek word for light. We are otherwise known as the light side"

I stood with my jaw open wide, "I do not believe this."

"Does light flicker around you sometimes, maybe around your face?" Zende asked

"What about my father? What do you know about him?" I questioned trying to avoid what Zende had asked. Zende leaned back in his chair and replied, "Your father was one of the three leaders of the light side. After he past it took a toll on all of us. Not just anyone can be a leader of the light side. You must understand there are forces like the light side with as great power as it."

"Like what?" I questioned

"You must get back to class." Zende said as he looked at his watched.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. Zende took my hand and placed it on my pendant.

He spoke, "I will train you later but for now go back to school. Most importantly do not tell anyone." I thought to myself, who would believe me if I even told them about this? The sparks began to rise up my body; Zende as well was covered in sparks. Just in a blink of an eye I was standing in the same stall as I had before. Zende waved goodbye and in a flash he was gone. All that was left was tiny sparks on the ground, soon they went out. I opened the bathroom stall, the bathroom was empty. What time was it, I thought?

I walked to my Latin classroom, surprisingly as I opened the door I noticed that I still had two minutes before class was over. "Krystal, glad to see you came to join us again." Mr. Osman announced. Great, the whole class was now staring at me. I took my seat while Mr. Osman continued to yak about Latin relative and substantive clauses.

After class Mr. Osman pulled me aside and being concerned asked, "Why did you leave my class for most of the time period?" What I wanted to tell him was the truth, but he would not believe that, plus Zende told me not to tell anyone.

I responded, "I had a headache."

Mr. Osman questioned, "Then do you have a nurse pass."

Quickly I thought of something, I did not like to lie but I answered, "I did not go to the nurse instead I went to the bathroom to try and relax my headache."

Mr. Osman looked confused but he did not question me any farther, so I left the room with my books and headed to my locker. I put my books in my locker and grabbed my laptop, and headed to study hall.