I wake up, lying in a bed, fit for a king and with a red sheet covering myself all the way down to my toes. There was a dead silence as if it was the end of the universe. I had no idea what was going on, it seemed like midnight and I was the only one in the world who was awake.
Why the fuck am I awake? I try to go back to sleep, but can't, my arms are burning once again. I look at them, very bright colors shining in my eyes, tearing up from the glow. It is now like lava, an erupting volcano bursting my arm with a glowing light. It is like the flashlight that you can never find of how to shut back off. The button is stuck and the batteries last forever, and the light just blinds you that you start to go colorblind and see the entoptic phenomenon of blue circles in my vision. I wrap my arms up in the blanket. Then finally realize I am in a bed.
"Mom? Dad? Someone?" I hear nothing from anyone, it is literally like Christmas night, yet I don't hear a mouse or Saint Nicholas coming down the chimney. Where the hell am I and what day is it? I look over at an alarm clock. 11:59 pm and it is pitch black outside. My arm still continues to glow. That's it I am getting out of here. I stand up and walk out the bedroom door. I use my glowing arm as a flashlight since I can't find the light switches anywhere. Stairs, there were stairs... Which I fell down, all the way down to the ground, smacking my face hard on the wood. So, I was in more pain. Burning, and now a stinging pierces my veins. I blanked out.
Time passed and I had no idea if I was dead or just possibly in a coma. I woke up in daylight, the sun casting over me, as it was a beautiful day, yet I had blood dripping down my face and a mysterious journal which I haven't seen in ages resting in the grass next to me. An old journal labeled PHiX with a strap closing it shut. I tried to open it, but letters started to burn into the front saying only true power can exist such power. I tried again and again thinking I could just tear it open. I finally got frustrated and drew fire into my hands. I heard a beeping noise, soft and damp, later the book spoke. "Welcome new Phoenix, you have now the power to write in this book. Please make sure to write everything you have learned about the blazing powers you possess so if you don't make mistakes the next in line can help correct them."
I felt like this was a trick again, more of the testing I had to go through and I was still in a dream, but it was all real. I didn't want to believe the book, yet under the book was a package labeled in the middle: Ignis Ersupreo 71 Hawkins Lane, St. Charles, IL 60175. The return address was Mickey Rodregos 14 W Elm St, Apt. #32, Chicago, IL 60610.
I then looked inside the package at which I had opened and left a knife and blood inside, but there was also a letter. I started to read the letter.
Ignis,
Where are you? We need you back at A.E.R.Z. It is going crazy here and work isn't being done correctly. Time has messed up some how and we have missing files. There is a lot of trouble going on and for some reason we keep losing power and agents. Only you can help us figure out what is going on with one of your powers the rest of us don't have. It has something to do with what your legendary past and I don't understand it, you need to talk with Mr. Lajeany.
Mr. Lajeany knows more about your power and told me that the journal was passed down to you in case something wasn't going as planned in life or it was the start of an apocalypse. So far I am not sure what the journal really is, but it was warm and didn't want to fit into the packaging when I tried to ship it. I hope he and you can fix our small problems here at the Pillar.
Love your friend,
Mero
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Run (Old Version)
Science FictionA girl who finds out that she isn't wanted anymore sets out on a journey to find where she needs to belong. Her name is Ignis, and seeing that her family and friends didn't like her, she joins with a group of other kids like her. There is something...
