Protectors of The World

●●three

As I stepped into the shower on Friday night, I recalled the memories of the past week.

I guess you could say the first week of school had been succesful. By succesful I mean, I didn't manage to fall infront of everyone.. again. But it wasn't surprising because I hadn't hadn't run into Talia or Richard. Although, I had seen much more then I'd like to have of Antonio. Yes, we continued to thoroughly get on eachothers every last nerve, even the teacher got tired of us.

"Would you two stop bickering like an old married couple? I have things to do and listening to you is not one of them," Mrs. Ariello, had snapped at us in the hallway.

We apologized, gigling like school girls. I was a school girl, I dont know what Tony's excuse was.

I had sat with Tony's group of friends at lunch, after he continuously insisted they would 'absolutley love' me.

I had met Rachel Claura, a pale girl with delicate brown hair and dull green eyes. She was the quiet one.

As well as, Tyra Eerie, she was tall, with dusty blonde hair and brown eyes so dark they were almost black. She was sometimes chatty but not often.

And the only other guy, Dustin, he had the exact same goofy personality as Tony, making them obviously best friends. Dustin was about 6 foot tall, with blazing red hair and hazel eyes. I didn't know his last name and I wasn't going to ask. He was also quiet, besides his joking around. He joked with everyone at the table with playful insults and such but seemed nervous to do so with me.

Tony claimed that they all just needed to warm up to me, which I completely understood.

That's the only interesting-ish things that happened to me all week.

I stepped out of the relaxing warmth of the shower, and took my time drying myself off. I walked out of my en-suite bathroom, and into my now, almost un-packed bedroom. I gasped as I rounded the corner to go to my dresser.

An old man, ancient loking, stood by my window, whilst I stood in in shock with only a frail towel around my body.

"W-what are you doing in here?" I stuttered nervously.

The man was bald with a long, thin, grey beard. He was wearing a red Hanfu, with gold lining. It was basially a Japanese house-coat.

"Dad!" I hollered.

"Scarlett, they are nearing upon you," the man spoke, solemly. I didn't know how or why, but the man seemed.. familiar?

"Who are you?" I asked, confused.

"You must prepare to pick a side- the right side, I have faith that you will make the right decision. In a matter of time, you will learn to harness your gifts, effortlessly. Just don't let the power, corrupt you mind, stay true to your duties," the man, lectured.

"I-I don't understand," I whispered. "My gifts?" I asked, blankly.

My bedroom door flew open and my dad shuffled in quickly, I turned to look to him. He looked like he had jumped out of bed to tend to me.

"Scar, what's wrong?" he asked, frantically.

"There was a man," I told him, pointing infront of the window. Except he was no longer there.

As quick as he appeared, he had just as quickly disappeared.

"Dad I promise, he was there just a few seconds ago," I said, worriedly. "How could he have left so fast?" I complained.

My father sighed, "Scar, you've had a long week. Your just stressed out," my dad said walking over to me.

"B-but I saw him, he was right there, wearing a red Hanfu!" I said, exasperated.