The Girl With No Last Name (The Girl #1)

Moving On

Chapter 11:
Moving On

The rest of the day went almost smoothly, apart from the looks and whispers that seemed to follow me everywhere. I found Charlotte two other times coincidentally and walked with her a bit. She was a really nice girl. Even though, I know I can't judge her just from what I've seen so far. No one is perfect. Everybody has a bad side, and you can't claim to know someone without knowing their worst.

On the outside, I was the practically the epitome of confidence, walking through hallways and classes with my chin held high. On the inside however, I was a raging storm. I was happy, but at the same time I was nervous and a bit lonely. All the looks and whispers didn't help either.

Pennsylvania appears normal for everyone, apart from myself. I was confronted once by the social queen bee, Diana. She spoke to me like she was conversing with a nursery kid who didn't know any better. It sent a pang of irritation and hurt through me. It was then that I swore I would show them. But I won't take revenge, no. I would just show all of them that I was better than them all, academically of course. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a pompous, egotistical jerk, I'm just sick of all the gossip. I mean, come on, last I checked, staring was rude. And the worst part? I know it's not going to stop anytime soon. No no, I was the novelty here and apparently people had nothing interesting in their lives anymore. So much so that the only source of entertainment came from trying to divulge other people's secrets and unearth their haunting past!

When break time approached, I felt the loneliest I've ever been. I had no one to talk to. And I even couldn't strike a conversation with any random person on campus just because I was younger than them all and weirded them out. So now here I am, sitting under a tree outside, trying to find a solution to my predicament. I wasn't even in the mood for reading, I was too put out by the realistic world that I couldn't dive into a fantasy. Sigh. I'm utterly bored with really helpful dark thoughts swirling around in my mind. Note the sarcasm. I have never felt this bad before, that's exactly why I know I'm not meant for a normal calm life.

I'm here, you know?

I'd forgotten about him. I really needed to name him something.

No need. I do have a name. I'm Cytro.

Well, hello again Cytro! Why don't you do me a favor and show yourself so that I won't feel that lonely?

I told you, I can't. You have to give me a direct order in Omeric.

Now, what should I do? I take a deep breath and close my eyes in concentration. I search deep within my soul for anything that could help me. Deeper, deeper. Darkness. Deeper, come on. There. Something golden. I touch the golden light there, and I feel something stir. The darkness isn't so dark anymore; the golden rays filter and sift through the dark like the sunlight plunges through to the depths of the cold and dark ocean. The energy swirling and brewing inside me feels like the sun rays warming up my whole being. I'm all golden inside. The light keeps swirling, rising and curling like smoke rising from boiling water.

Suddenly, the flow stops. The golden smoke collects and stops at an edge, as if there was a shield stopping it from moving on. As if a lid was put on the brewing potion. Rise, Cytro.

And I knew in that moment that I wasn't talking in any normal human language. Right then, I felt like a queen perched on top of her magnificent throne, commanding a squire to rise from his bow.

The shield cracked, and a ray filtered through. The flow of the light strengthened, causing the crack to widen. You know how water cracks rock? that is what's happening. The light continues to pour out of the crack, breaking the shield down more and more. Finally, the dam breaks, and the force of the power knocks the breath out of me. I feel awakened, like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. The amount of sheer energy I feel is incredible. I feel like I could do anything. Anything. I could fly. I could climb Mount Everest. I could save the world.

I open my eyes, slowly, carefully, anticipating what I could find before me. For a moment, just a fraction of a second, I think I saw before me a kingdom. A castle with towers and red flags flapping in the wind. An open market with people moving about. They look so small, as if I'm looking from a balcony or something. And then my eyes shift and my vision is filled with darkness. A dark monster with bright white eyes sneers at me, and I feel a pang in my gut. My heart squeezes painfully.

Then it all disappears as suddenly as it had appeared. I'm not even sure that I really saw it, and the more I try to remember it, the more the memory slips through. The energy still brews inside me. My eyes refocus to find the scene before me almost startling. I'm back under the tree. The idea shocks me so much that it takes me a couple of seconds to work out that I have ordered Cytro out of his isolation. He stands before me in all his glory, shining like an unreal mirage just like the time I first met him.

What IS he?

A/N
Please comment. I feel like such a faliure. Criticize, compliment, even insult, but don't keep silent like that; it's killing me.
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