UGH! I walked into a trashcan! How much more clumsy can I get. I was just about to get to the good part of my daydream but this always seems to happen, not that it was important.
Though my mentor Ember always seemed to disagree. She would always say " Almaz, make sure to record these events, they will help you with your goals in the future". My only goals at the moment were to graduate from high school, get a job and overcome my fear of cheese. I do not understand how random dreams will help me reach those goals.
I arrived at my "house", or should I call it The Dump. Yes, I lived in a dumpster in an alleyway. How wonderful. I opened the lid. The unpleasant smells of the garbage that the dumpster held hit me hard. The scent of rotting bananas was the strongest, but it didn't faze me. I was too used to it. I closed my eyes and imagined a cloak surrounding me. "Seal." I whispered. I felt the warmth of my cloak envelop my body. I couldn't help to smile. I was proud to have mastered this technique after practicing for two whole years and now I was completing it flawlessly. I opened my eyes. The cloak was invisible. All sounds around me were muted as if I were wearing noise canceling earphones. I could only hear my breathing. Now I won't have to touch the garbage directly.
I hopped into the dumpster and felt for the etching on the side of the right wall. When I found it, I pressed the palm of my hand onto it and it flashed yellow for a fraction of a second. I fell through a hole that appeared on the floor of the trashcan that stayed open for fifteen seconds. This was the fun part of going home. You are led to the entrance by riding a slide (at least if you want to). If you touched the etching on the left wall of the dumpster, the hole would lead you to a set of stairs but where's the fun in that? I whipped, and swirled on the slide until I reached the end. "Unseal," I said and my own personal bubble dissipated.
I know I said that I live in a dumpster but this a perfect example to say -don't judge a book by its cover. The inside of my house was actually quite large. It had; a living room, a family room, a dining hall, a kitchen, a breakfast area, a library , two studies and on the second floor; fifteen rooms/bedrooms with their own bathrooms.
Waldo, my cute pet piglet had its own room. But where is Waldo? He is usually in the living room so I went there. Waldo was there, being poked by a boy who was crouched down, with a glass rod. "Is this tomorrow's breakfast? My mother told me not to play with my food", he said with the blankest expression on his face.
I picked up Waldo and scolded the boy saying, "this is Waldo and you will NOT be eating him!". He had short, jet black hair, dark brown eyes with silver specks. He wore a white dress shirt with jeans. "Who are you anyways?".
He stands up, takes a deep breath and says, " my name is Evan Mallanders. I am 18 years old. I am the heir of the great Silver Drako, who I will soon surpass by-...". He kept rambling on about how he will soon lead his clan and blah blah blah, all in a monotonous manner.
" My name's Almaz", I interrupted. He stopped talking and looked slightly offended. He tilted his head and said " Hi Almaz" with a fake smile on his face.
Ember came through the doorway. "Oh great, you two have met!". "Why is this weird guy here?" I asked. There was no change in his face expression but Ember wore a look of disapproval. "Almaz, can you be nice? Evan is a new recruit who I must teach along with you. I'll need you to show him to school and around the city and from now own, you will be completing your training missions with him. Of course, the tasks will be harder since there are two of you; and Almaz, please apologize.".
"Okay I'm sorry, sorry you're so weird". Still no change to his face expression. "Almaz! Anyways, I'll go report that Evan arrived safely. There's dinner on the table ".
"Did you cook it?," Evan asked Ember. We both laughed. "Hell no!" she exclaimed, "it was our cook. Okay, gotta run".
"So... would you like a tour of the city," I asked. He nodded now with a sparkle in his eye and a small grin.
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Ashes to Diamonds
FantasíaGone. Her mentor who has taught her essentially all that she knows is missing. She was there one day and gone the next. Without a lead, Almaz ventures and faces dangers and obstacles searching for her mentor with the help of a new friend to bring he...
