The Disaster Born's

Prologue

"WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!"

The deep voice reverberates through my mind, pulling me out of my unconsciousness. My eyes open slightly, but the brightness of the overhead lamp overwhelms my pupils. I squint, trying to understand my surroundings, my vision hazy and unfocused to what was going on around me.

"Well? What is she?" a female voice whispers, laced with urgency.

I roll my head, resting on a pillow in what seems like a hospital bed. Shadows roam around me, their faces obscured by the darkness, yet their intentions feel palpable.

"She's..."

"Oh my, she's a Lightning-born," another voice gasps, a mix of awe and fear.

"She'll be executed if it gets out," a third voice warns, the tension thickening the air.

"Then we must hide her in another bound, we need to understand her, how she lasted so long through all the disasters," the first voice insists, desperation oozing from his voice.

"They will soon find out," the second voice replies, a note of dread hanging in the air.

I use all my strength to force out the words from my parched lips, "Where am I?"

I try to catch glimpses of the silhouettes surrounding me, their features hidden from the darkness. My gaze follows the silhouette, resting my chin on my shoulder. I spot an IV drip, a thin tube snaking into my arm. One of the figures leans closer, injecting a shimmering purple liquid into the line.

A gentle touch brushes against my hand. "A Lightening-born," She pauses, "Right before my very eyes,"

"We will take care of you," the voice reassures, though it felt distant like they would be looking after me from a distance.

Dizziness washes over me, a wave of light-headedness that threatens to pull me under into a deep sleep. My eyelids feel heavy, but I force myself to stay awake as long as I can, "Where... where am I?"

"You are safe," the mysterious voice promises, though the words were fragile and delicate. "We will make sure of it."

Suddenly, an alarm blares, its shrill siren piercing through the light headedness I was experiencing. It drills into my ears as my head pounds. Panic starts to rise as I hear footsteps echoing down corridors and people shouting and screaming, my vision blurs, and I succumb to the darkness once more.