Immi couldn't fall asleep. At first, she thought it was Alana's interesting dinner but she realized it was something else. Ever since she was a child Immi always had a sick feeling when something big was going to happen.
Immi got up to get a cup of water around 2 am when she heard hushed voices outside the kitchen window.
"Just let me do it," said a quiet voice.
"Fine but I did not support this," said a different voice.
Suddenly, the window swung open and two girls climbed in. The girls and Immi stared at each other for a moment and then Immi screamed. Almost immediately Atlas came bursting into the kitchen, dagger in hand.
"What is it with you and people breaking into houses!" he exclaimed, as he pulled Immi behind him. He held his dagger out in front of him towards the girls.
"Okay everybody," said one of the girls, "Let's all calm down. We mean you no harm. I'm Cindie and this is Italzi."
"Hi Cindie, Hi Italzi!" said Immi, excited they were not trying to kidnap her.
"Why are you here," asked Atlas suspiciously, as Alana walked out of her room.
"Huh?" asked Alana, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
"We saw the teleporting girl," said Italzi. "We came to look for her because she could be helpful to us."
"That would be me..," said Alana.
"Perfect," said Italzi. "Come with us."
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Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
