The 8th Soul

Prologue

A little girl sits in the corner. Her jet black hair peeks out from under her favorite black cloth, that covers her face, and shines in the silver light of the biggest moon. Only her fierce, brown, eyes can be seen of her hidden face. She focuses on a rugged, old toy doll. Her matching black dress sprawled about her.

"Logan!" A feminine voice screams from the distance. The young girl's head snaps up to the sound of her mothers voice.

"Nanay?" the little girl asks quietly then says it louder again when she hears another howl of her name from her mother.

Logan doesn't do anything but stare at the closed door, her hands wrap tightly around her doll. Her heavy dress and cloth cling to her body, making her feel more secure. She backs up against the wall when her father's familiar voice screams her mother's name and her name as well.

"Ayah!" Logan shouts.

Then her body goes numb, this happens often. In times of distress this happens. With some invisible force, it takes over her body.

"Logan," A muffled whisper says in her head, it's the sound of her mother's soothing voice.

"Nanay?" Logan says, her voice sounds like it is underwater. She cannot tell if she screams or if she whispers.

"Logan, do as I say," the voice says. Logan has learned to follow the voice's advise through the few years it has come to her, "Stay where you are. Stay where you are until someone comes for you. Go with them. You will not recognize them, but trust them. Give them all the trust you have."

Logan nods slightly even though she had no way of knowing whether or not the voice even knew she was.

"Follow them Logan," it says, "We will meet again."

And the numbing goes away and Logan drops her doll. She stares at the door for what seems like an eternity. Her parent's screams have stopped and everything is quiet. She waits, still as a stone. She hardly blinks and she breathes quiet, smooth breaths. She waits and waits and waits.

Creak. The door opens and a tall figure walks in. The person's face is covered just like mine and wears black as I do. Their brown eyes sparkle in the silver moonlight.

"Logan?" a masculine voice asks quietly.

I nod. I wobble as I stand up from my spot on the floor. The person's hand reaches out and I take it.

"Come with me," he says.

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"AHHH!" I scream. My eyes fly open and I sit straight up. Arms wrap around me.

"Shh, it's okay," Soothing voices try to quiet me. I listen to them. They are familiar. After my heart rate slows and I relax, the hands let go. A fire flickers in the distance and I can see peoples' silhouettes around it. I look at the people siting next to me, keeping my company. A girl with long, wavy blonde hair stands beside where I was laying. Her nurturing purple eyes glare down at me.

I turn my head to the left and a young dark face stares at the ground. She is shaking a little and has a dim blue-purple glow around her. Her hands are entwined together. Her skin looks more red from the faint light of the fire and her fierce blood red eyes look horrified.

"Scar," I ask quietly, my mouth cracking because it's dry.

She looks up. Her jagged black hair falling over one eye, "I'm sorry."

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{Hey guys!  I'm Keanna, and I am SERIOUSLY excited for this story! Please vote if you liked it and comment your thoughts :) Thanks!}

{This part was written by VballLover98  (she wrote a few other chapters too) please go follow her! Her fanfictions are amazing!}