Three is the MAGYK Number

Sun

People had tried to burn the Earth with the Sun. But that was before my parents named me that. They didn't know that my name would turn into one of the most feared words of all time. I sat on my porch and watched my peaceful neighborhood. My hands were numb. My best friends had gone into the war-torn lands to try to fix the world. I replayed the images. Nelvis and Ramon. Dead. And Phoenix had turned into some monster when he was shot.

I've seen pictures of Earth before the war started. Strangely, the pictures of the past were in a higher definition than our pictures. There was an elderly that seemed to be in his sixties. No one these days lived up to sixty. The man was holding a pole and a silver, sleek and shiny fish dangled from a fine string descending from the pole.

Then there was a picture that struck me hard. It was a picture of something that didn't happen. Even in California. People were forced to do this to make strong soldiers. It was a boy and a girl. They were laughing, eating ice cream.

I walked back inside to look for those pictures to cheer me up. I was, so to say, kinda bummed out and I didn't know what to do. I never made it. Seven heavily armed men were standing right outside my door. I froze as if they're vision could freeze you, from your soul to your body. They didn't have guns. Not that I know what they look like. They made a slight wheezing noise as they breathed. There faces were completely covered with a iron mask. Where their eyes should've been, there were strange, glowing ruby crystals.

"Freeze." A voice said in my head.

"Wha- What?" I said out loud.

One of the men moved their mouth but it was as if his voice was implanted in my head.

"Freeze little girl."

They one of them held out their hands and placed it on the door behind me. He seemed to be leaning on it. Then all of a sudden, a black, spiky fist whirled around, and before I knew it, it had hit me on the head. I thumped to the floor and I could feel the pain so much it was blinding me. My breath started to become shallow and ragged and everything went black. Then white. An explosion rocked everything and I could feel something heavy fall on me. It was so heavy, it felt as if the sky had fallen on me. Instead, it was the ceiling. An even more large explosion rocked everything and I could feel myself being ripped apart by the explosion. I could feel every limb on fire, even the ones that weren't attached to me. Then, I felt the so familiar beating of my heart stop. My thoughts blanked out and I didn't think. My neurons had stopped firing. But I was alive. Something had kept me alive. Or someone.