Chapter 4

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I grabbed a seat near the back, to the corner. My seat being next to a wall, I was able to tip my chair so it was resting at a tilt. I waited for a couple of seconds for my laptop to turn on. After I logged in a message popped up. Surprised and curious I clicked on the message. The message read:

To: Krystal

After school, meet at your father's grave.

From: Z               

The hour pasted and school was over. I went to back up my stuff; Danielle my friend came up to me and asked, "Hey twinnie! Want to come to my house today?" 

I replied, "You know I want to hang out with you but I can't."

"Why, it's a Friday." She complained

"I have other things to do." I responded. Disappointed she walked away. 

Study hall was over so I slung my back pack across my shoulder and headed outside to the grave yard to meet up with Zende. I wanted to hear more about how I am a Faos and why was it now that I was hearing about this now.

I arrived at the grave yard. All I could see was miles and miles of grave stones that spread across the ground. It was depressing thinking about how many people suffered from a loss of a person who used to be a part of their lives. But I barley even knew my father or who he was. I only remember his bright smile. It was just now that I was hearing about this strange side of my life I never knew about. I walked to my father's gravestone. There Zende stood with his hand hanging down. He heard me approach and his head whipped up to face me, "Krystal, good, you are here."

I responded, "I always come here on this day."

Zende replied, "Derek, I mean your father, he held high power being one of the three Faos."

"The light side", I interrupted "yes"

Zende continued, "There is another group with such a gift as we are."

"What? Who are they?" I cutoff.

Zende continued once again, "The Faos's power comes from the sun and bright reactions such as sparks." I nodded, Zende yakked on, "The others with this power that are not Faos's. They collect their power from the moon and dark reactions such as shadows and mists." I starred at Zende for a couple of minutes to see if he was kidding, but after all that had happened already I could tell he was not joking. I questioned, "What is the group called." Zende answered, "They are called the Luna Atra" I replied, "That's an interesting name."

Zende responded, "We, the Faos, call them the dark side."

"Wait, so are you telling me that there is an evil force."

"No."

"Then why are they called, the dark side?" I questioned

"They use dark elements and objects for their power to work. As for us, we use brightness, like sparks, which is a source of light."

*beep, beep, beep*

"What was that?" Zende asked.

I replied, "My phone." I opened up the message from my mom and read that she was here to drop off flowers for my father's grave stone. "I got to go." I told Zende.

He waved goodbye and said, "Expect to receive a message from me soon, Krystal." I nodded okay as he gripped onto his amulet necklace transforming into sparks he disappeared.

"Hey!" my mom said as she wrapped her arms around me. I waited in the car while she placed the flowers on my father's grave stone.

We arrived back home, my step dad greeted us and asked, "How was your day?"

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