Chapter 13
I woke startled by my dream. Had I been dreaming? No. This had felt too.. too real. This had to have been a memory. I looked over to Corin. She was obviously Uhcanishka, the one my father of soo many cycles ago had professed. But what did he mean by she was the key. I closed my eyes and concentrated as hard as I could on the matter. Suddenly my mind was filled with things that I had lived through during the civil war period. The south's leaders or should I say the Mist's leaders were on our tail and chose to bring the humans in on killing us Cynderclone's up in the north. Knowing that we were on to something or to be more exact that my father was on to something. They must of some how known that when you cycle unless you know exactly what your looking for when you cycle that nine times out of ten you wont find it. So they killed my father but not before torturing him trying to find out what he knew. Sadly for them he only told one person. His only daughter in the world. Me. Annabel Francine Dourmenté. As I thought of my first real name I felt a smile come across my face. I had been called many names but there is really only one that is truly mine. Every thing made no sense to me.. I couldn't put all
the pieces together.. I knew that Corin was important it was obvious the way my father spoke of Uhcanishka was the way Corin presented herself. It also seemed that I was important as well.. Ohhh! If I could only remember my entire life! Every thing I've gone through! Every thing I've learned! I got up and walked across the room to the bathroom. I shut the door and locked it. I turned to the mirror and looked at my self. My long black hair hung down across my face tangled and damp from my sweating. I started peeling my clothes off. The carvings in my skin looked more as if tattoos now. I touched them and they lite up and burned. Nope not tattoos I thought. Suddenly I heard voices chanting something. I looked around. I was the only one here. I shook it off and peeled off the rest of my cloths careful not to touch any more markings. I started the shower and got into its nice warm water. It felt good to feel clean seeing as I hadn't had a bath since my birthday. What day was it? Was it still my birthday or was it a month or year later. It felt like this had all just happened in one day but then again Corin did say the days would start to blend and every day would be just one day. I finished up with my shower and got out. I saw that there were new cloths, a brush, some tooth paste and a tooth brush along with some deodorant laying down on the toilet seat. I looked around and on the mirror Corin had written
“ Don't lock the doors”
I got out and began to get dressed. I brushed out my long hair and pulled it back into a pony tail. I looked at the mirror again and erased the steam off. I stared at the reflection in the mirror. I didn't recognize it. The face looked like mine but the eyes seemed hard. Not the soft brown eyes I had before. And it seemed that I had aged with the creases in my cheeks. I looked older and wiser. I had muscles on my arms now. Not that I didn't before but now they were really defined. I began to think of my mother and my brother and sisters. Did they know what I was? They had to have known. Would I ever see them again? A tear drop slide down out of my eye and I brushed it away quickly. But it was too late the other tears had been alerted and were now rolling down my cheek as well. I rushed to the door and locked it again. Placing my back against it I slowly slide down to the floor bringing my legs up and wrapping my arms around them. I cried. I cried for my mother, my step dad, my sisters, my brother, for my family. I cried for the girl I used to be. I cried because I knew Corin was right. I would never be normal. I could never really die. I would always be brought back to this disgusting world. I could never just die and live in piece. Suddenly I heard Corin running towards the bathroom door and begin to bang on it.
“Violet! Whats wrong? Why are you crying? Your causing a storm outside! The mists are going to catch us.”
She tried to open the door but it was locked. I heard her suit change and knew that the door was about to be blown off. I moved far away form it and hide under the sink. Seconds later the door was in the bath tub and on fire. I quickly reached for the nozzle and turned on the water to put the fire out. Corin came in and grabbed me up by the arm. She stared in my eyes for awhile and watched as the tear fell down. She released me.
“Go eat your breakfast. Hurry the second your done we have to leave. I'll clean this mess up.”
and with that she turned away from me. I walked slowly to my food and began picking at it. After about five minutes the door was back up and looked good as new.
“You ready?”
Corin asked.
I shook my head yes and made my way for the bike. When Corin got there she started it and we were on our way again. Wheeling off into the unknown that was now my life. Whether I wanted to be or not. I was a Cynderclone.
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So this is the end of Part One to Violet's Story! Leave me some comments telling me what ya think! Hope you guys enjoy my stories!(=
