The 8th Soul

Secrets Uncovered

~Logan~

I sit, chewing the inside of my lip and tapping my black fingernails on the wooden table. My black hair hangs around my face. My eyes scan the small house I am sitting in.

A wooden bed sits across the farthest wall. A simple blanket and pillow rest on top of a plush mattress. The dark, starry sky peeks through a single window on each wall. The walls are a smooth, red clay material.

It is strange here in Kwegnia. It is strange just being out of Carsevo period. Actually, it's illegal to travel to different Purviews, unless of course you are a Representative.

So, for breaking the most strict law, I feel pretty relaxed.

Zorin dragged me here. I was minding my own business when he just took my hand and led me to our house.

Yes, I live with him. I have since the day his father took me in when my parents left that horrific night.

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"Hurry up," Zorin instructs. He opens my droors and starts emptying them, shoving all of my clothes on my bed.

I stand, watching him, "What are you doing?"

"Packing," He answers me without hesitation.

"What for?" I ask.

He looks at me, "We are leaving."

I stare at him and, seeing my confused expression, he says, "I'll explain on the way."

He shoves a bag at me and I put my stuff in it, not caring to folding anything.

"Get your bow," he tells me.

I raise my eye brows, "What's this about Zorin?" He finally stops.

"Just do it, Logan!" he yells. He never yells.

Frightened, I widen my brown eyes and walk quickly out of my room to retrieve my bow and arrows.

Before I even get back into my room, Zorin is waiting for me at the front door with his belongings and mine. I follow him out the door. My bow and quiver strapped against my chest.

I cover my face quickly with my favorite black cloth so only my eyes can be seen.

***

Now I sit with the same cloth hanging on top of my head and it hags to cover my ears. My tight black jump suit clings to my body and feels like it is getting tighter by the warmth of the fire that blazes in the middle of the room.

Zorin had left a while ago wearing some crazy outfit on that I have never seen before.

My bow and arrows sit on top of the table in arms reach.

I hear footsteps and stop my tapping. The door opens and Zorin walks in with a tall, lean, tan boy. The boy looks around my age and has bright blue and purple hair tips that ombre into, what I assume is, his natural jet black hair.

"Who's this?" I ask Zorin. My hand wraps around my bow.

Zorin looks at the boy and back at me, "His name is Wakeen. Wakeen, Logan. Logan, Wakeen."

"No need to use that," Wakeen reassures and gestures to my hand on my bow. I don't move it.

Wakeen wears the same outfit as Zorin. Just a dark red vest and cream colored pants. Their bare chests match their bare feet.

"Zorin," Wakeen asks giving me a look of suspicion, "Where is she from?"

"Carsevo," I answer for Zorin.

He looks at me wide-eyed, "but this is, but that's-"

"Illegal," I finish his sentence.

Wakeen nods.

"Look," Zorin butts in, "There is a really good explanation for this."

We both stare at Zorin patiently. Then he looks at Wakeen, "Show her."

I stare blankly at both of them, but Wakeen must know what Zorin means because his face changes to an expression that could translate as are-you-out-of-your-right-mind?!

"And why should I?" Wakeen asks, crossing his arms. His muscles bulge out as he does so and I can't help but stare at them.

Zorin leans on his hands that are resting on the table, "If you show yours, she will show hers."

Wakeen looks at me and I laugh, "Where is this going?"

Then everything feels like it is in slow motion. I look at the fire and the flames lick the air at the speed of a snail. Zorin begins to move but it's so slow one could rob a whole castle before he even straightened his back. I look at Wakeen.

"What are you doing?" I ask. My voice and body move at normal speeds.

"I can slow time," Wakeen simply answers.

"No kidding," I marvel, "Shut it off."

Wakeen obeys.

"Did you show her?" Zorin asks. Wakeen nods.

"Your turn, Logan," Zorin instructs. I let go of my bow and nod my head to it.

"Lift it," I say to Wakeen.

"Lift it?" he asks.

I nod and Wakeen's hand reaches for it. When Wakeen tries to pull it up he grunts with the effort he uses to try to bring it towards him.

"Why isn't it moving?" he asks.

"Because," I begin. I swipe his hand away and lift the bow like it's plastic, "It only works for me."

Wakeen's eyes widen.

"And I never miss a target," I add poking at the tip of one of my arrows.

Wakeen turns to Zorin, "What are you not telling us?"

I am wondering the same question.

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{I am so sorry I didn't post Saturday and Sunday like I said I would! My family was traveling home from Minnesota because we were visiting the Uni. and I didn't have WiFi... To make it up I'm posting two chapters today :) } ~Keanna