Because The Sky Is Falling

NOTHING GOOD CAME OUT OF THIS

The sky was blue. Just regular, old, morning blue with a few wispy clouds and a peaceful sunrise accompanied by the slight wind that was often present in the early mornings.

Half of my siblings are half-siblings. Isaiah, Rylee, and Nicole all went to live with their dad, my stepdad. Carter and I went with our own. I don't get to see my siblings much anymore because of my mother's selfishness.

The world was still in recovery. So many killed, raped, stolen from and yet so many still not caught for any of their crimes. All because of my mother's pride. It would cost billions to rebuild the damage done to the earth in the span of a few days.

I slept for days on end after that. We (Brandon, Shinn, my family, myself and almost everyone that wasn't on the run) did so too. Everyone needed it. The end of the world was certainly exhausting—emotionally, mentally, spiritually, physically, and economically draining. So we slept for days. We ate for days. We isolated ourselves from everything for days.

That is until about a week had gone pass since our return to home from The Dark Side of the Moon*. Because by then, I found Brandon at my door. "Let's go climb a tree," He suggested. It was kind of random, but the idea did seem relaxing, and I was not in the mood to argue. So I agreed. We didn't walk down the path near the mini forest in which I hid both Shinn's body and my own a week ago, but instead found ourselves wandering somewhere else.

*In this chapter where "The Dark Side of the Moon" is typed, it originally said "Dimension 56" because that is what dimension with the negative energy is at, and "Dimension 56" was the original name. I forgot, however, that while writing the book, I came up with a better name (That name being "The Dark Side of the Moon") so apologies if you read this before I edited it and were confused.

"Gotta specific tree in mind or something?" I asked him.

Brandon shot me a confused glance. He knew a bit about Shinn as their sisters have been friends for as long as either of them could remember, but he didn't know much about me at all. "Shinn and I usually go on walks," I twisted my body a little bit, still walking in the same direction, "that way." I pointed towards the trail.

"Do you guys go on walks often?" he asked.

"I don't always go on walks, but when I do, I go on the trail with Shinn," I stated in the form of that one meme. I could never remember the name as it's a dead meme and I shouldn't have even used it.

Brandon nodded thoughtfully. I wanted to hang out more with him, and learn a bit about him. A sorcerer friend would be convenient, but also, once you nearly die next to someone, you kinda bond.

We finally came upon a field with a few trees towards the middle. I was just about ready to Naruto run at the nearest tree, climb it, then hang from a branch, letting all the blood rush to my head as I thought about absolutely nothing and cleared my mind. But something odd caught my eye. "Other people?" Brandon asked the question we were both thinking. For a moment, the two of us just eyed the pile of people in the middle of the field.

I was in a silly mood now that I was finally out of the house, and did one of the most unsafe things possible. Raising both of my arms up and back, I planted my feet thoroughly on the dirt and leaned forward. "NARUTO!" I screamed as I ran across the field, likely appearing with the similarities of a rambunctious peacock, straight at the group.

"D! What the Hell!" Brandon shouted at me, but followed behind in a more humane manner which would be jogging.

We both awkwardly stumbled to a stop. Eight teenagers now lied at our feet. Some looking more other-worldly than others and few with strange names. I could tell Brandon was curious as to what the kids' intentions were, (wondering if they meant any harm,) but I was more intrigued than alarmed. "What's your name?" I asked, head tilted towards the boy closest to me.

"Sean Williams," he answered.
"My name is D," I answered the question that was not even asked, then gestured to my newly-made friend. "And this is Brandon."

Sean's voice was a very nonchalant tone of voice and he kept it that way all the while he was gesturing to the others with his hand and labeling them each with the names that belonged to them. "Samantha, Mason, Samual, Kate, Madison, Whiskey, and Wither Assassin. We just came from another dimension."

Surprise, Surprise. I thought to myself. Everyone seems to be from a different dimension now. Pfft, children now-a-days, amiright?

Before Sean could say anymore, one of the kids—whose name I believe was said to have been Whiskey—spoke up. "Oh, Madison and I are leaving  to live on our own. Too much has happened.

"Take me with, please!" pleaded another kid named Samual. They disappeared together in a quick flash of light. Seeing teleportation to another dimension from the outside turns out to just seem like a quick flash of a camera, rather than a blinding, white slate, making you think you're entering the gates of Heaven (It's quite terrifying, really).

I thought back to Whiskey's comment about the lot they had gone through. "We've just been through a lot as well," I said, almost sympathetically. "So, you're all just going to lie down there for a little bit?"

"We're going to get up in a sec," the girl named Kate responded. Wither Assassin stood without much of a word as to where he was going, but chanted what seemed to be a spell. A portal appeared in front of him, and he stepped through. Beware of  The Dark Side of the Moon*, I thought.

*Same goes for here.

Brandon became stiff and gasped, seemingly surprised by the powerful magic just used so calmly and easily. "Where'd he go?" Brandon asked with the utmost curiosity.

"Home," the boy possessing the name of Mason answered.

Sean shuffled in his spot in the grass for a moment before slightly sitting up and telling Brandon and I "Samantha, Mason, Kate and I, we together, are group 716."

It was quiet for a while, both groups' brains pondering what the others' were thinking. Finally, manners had left me. "Tell us your story," I demanded.