Futuristic

Prolouge

Back when I was normal, I was part of the middle school soccer team. We had practice every day, and a game each Friday. I was obsessed with it. I had soccer posters all over my room, trophies on my bookshelf and pictures of me playing on my bedside table. Of course, all this changed.

The first sign was on the trip home from a game. I was in the backseat, looking out the window as my mom drove. We weren't talking, because my coach had me play even harder than usual, keeping me in game for longer. So, I was just sitting in the seat, sweat pouring off of me. As I was watching the tree's fly by, I thought about the game, about school, and about how next year I would soon be off to high school, a proper freshman. As my mind drifted off, I started to fall asleep, but right before I did, I started seeing things.

I saw my grandmother falling off her rocking chair, her knitting in her hands.  I saw my friends talking in a building I didn't recognize, my parents yelling each other. It was terrifying, but I couldn't move, couldn't open my eyes. I saw a broken camera, beads falling to a floor, people screaming in pain, mobs protesting and holding signs I couldn't read, and right before I woke up, I saw a symbol. A silver triangle with a silver circle held within.

I opened my eyes, still frozen in fear. I stayed like that until we reached home, where, without speaking a word, took my bags and went inside.

As I took my shower, I drew the symbol on the fogged up glass door. Thinking back to it, I could only describe it as the deathly hallows without the elder wand. I stayed there, standing in the fog long enough for my fingers to start pruning.

After that incident, I quit soccer. I told my parents and coach it was because of the nearing high school, and how I wanted to focus on my studies. They bought my lies.

Years passed and I forgot about my 'visions', making myself blame them on my overactive imagination. As high school rolled around, I was glad I had quit soccer. The tests and homework took up way too much time. For those few years, I even thought I was normal. Of course, those peaceful years were shattered the moment I got the call. The moment I received the second sign.