A Lost Age

SIERRA

Picture of Sierra and John above :)))

Quickly, I ran out of the diner, trying to comprehend what just happened.

It was on fire all because of me.

It wasn't because I accidentally knocked over a candle, or I lit a match and it got out of hand.

The fire came out of my hands.

My soul.

I stared at my reflection on a car.

My eyes were bloodshot deep red and my skin was faintly glowing.

I couldn't even recognize myself anymore.

Who was I?

Questions popped through my head.

How could I ever be normal again?

What was I supposed to do?

The dreading answer became clear to me. I didn't want to believe it was true, but I had to do it. I had to just had to run. I had to clear my thoughts.

Once the icy air became in contact with my face, I knew there was no turning back. Ever.

I abruptly halted when my house came into my vision. My house held so many memories. My eyes became teary.

Why me? I asked myself.

I thought about my mother, my father, my sister, my brother.

They all cared so much for me, and I was running away from them. I remembered the first time I discovered my powers at 12 years old. I was scared and hurt. It just came out of me.

There was always a feeling inside of me, that time I let it go.

Luckily I was outside, so I didn't burn my house down, but I was so terrified.

The fire wouldn't stop coming out and I couldn't stop it.

Over the years I had learned to control them more so, but sometimes I just couldn't stop it.

My vision became blurry.

Not now, I thought.

Fire was threatening to erupt from my body.

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"Sierra?" I quickly turned around, surprised.

"John."

His short, light brown hair tousled from the wind. His gray top clung to his muscular abdomen.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh yeah, I'm fine," I slightly looked down, and my cheeks turned bright red.

Why would the high school quarter back and most popular guy in school care about me? I didn't even think he knew I existed.

I've had a crush on John since 8th grade, but then again, so did pretty much everyone else.

I subsided my thoughts. "I got to go, see you." I said.

I could feel John's gaze on me as I ran away.

"Wait!" John called after me.

He suddenly tumbled me over.

"I saw what you did in there."

What did he mean?

"What-"

"I saw the fire."

"I can explain-"

"You don't have to, I already know what you're capable of."

I was stunned, how did he figure my powers out? All these years I've desperately tried to hide it.

Abruptly a delicate piece of snow fell upon my shoulder. I shivered as I looked up at the sky as tiny droplets enclosed our area. My gaze drifted over to John with a smile on his face.

"You couldn't of-" I started in disbelief.

"Oh, but I did." He said as his smile widened.

Ice burst through his strong hands, creating a blizzard.

I stared at him, awed at his creations. He seemed so focused and proud of his work.

The shots of ice turned into mellow bursts of snow. They erupted into the sky and became nothing.

"What are you?" I asked slowly.

"I'm one of you." He said softly and then tightly grasped my wrist and brought me into a land of nothingness.

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My eyes shot open as the recognition of the events that happened just hours before seeped into my mind.

I assembled in a defense pose, only to see a smirking John came into my sight.

"Nice try, but I doubt that's going to work."

John was wearing a tight white suit that fell on his perfectly sculpted body.

Trying to become familiar with my surroundings, I looked around the room.

It was a decent sized room that looked like it could be from the future. The walls were transparent, so you could see what looked like to be doctors and machines in the hallway. My room contained a high tech computer that had what looked like a hologram.

"Where am I?" I asked, dazed.

He looked down, as if considering whether or not to tell me.

"Let's just say you're not on earth anymore."

"What?"

"Okay I promise I'll tell you later, but after I take you to the headquarters."

"What headquarters?"

Before he could answer a metal creature entered the room. A robot. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and inched higher on the non- existent bed I was lying on. I was floating on air.

I was hallucinating. I was going crazy. This isn't real, I told myself, this isn't real.

The robot ventured closer and examined my eyes. I could almost see through the machine.

"What are you doing?" I asked scared.

"Calm down, he's just making sure when I transported you here I didn't leave you any damage."

This wasn't happening.

Suddenly the robot talked.

"She's okay, besides some minor cuts and bruises, but she'll be fine by tomorrow."

I almost leapt out of my seat.

"How long am I staying here?"

"A while," John said while looking down.

The robot excused itself and left.

"Okay what's happening?"

"I already said I'll tell you when we get to the headquarters. The boss would probably like to talk to you, too."

"Who's the boss?" I questioned.

"He'll want to know about you."

"And what am I?" I asked softly.

"A Snaga," He replied. "but the rarest type. A Fire Snaga."