The Burning of the Yggdrasil

Chapter 1

I wake one morning to police outside my house. The sirens wailed louder than the beeping of cars, screaming in the silence. I dressed quickly, thinking, why would the police be here? I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, not bothering to be fancy for the day. I stare at the clock, and it reads 3:30 am. What the crap?! I swung open the door, hearing it crack against the wall. I feel the burn of sliding down the railing, I must not been seen by those police. I hear the muffled shouts of the police outside. They knock on the door, and I hear them loud and clear,

"Miss? Miss, open the door!" I slide the piano in front of the door and wrote on a piece of paper:

Sorry, no ones home!

and slide it under the door. I heard the cops talking in low voices about the sheet of paper that I sent, and then they were screaming at me to open the door. "Nope!" I whispered, and walked away. I grabbed a sandwhich from the counter and a cookie, shutting out the poundings on the door. I walked toward a back door near the kitchen, pulling open the blue curtains and scanning the backyard, looking for any cops. I heard the wind rustle the leaves of an old oak tree near the back of the yard. I slipped out through the back door, making sure not to step on any of the pine needles near the end of the steps. I swiped away a loose spider web that was looming near the end of the stairs down to the edge of the fence. I tiptoe to the big oak tree at the other end of the yard, taking care to step in the grassy areas and not in the dead grass. I looked behind me, seeing the cops flashlights shine through the trees. I stepped up to the oak tree, running my hands across the perfectly smooth bark. I found a nook in the bark. I dug my hand into it, looking wildly behind me for the cops. their lights still came through the trees, shining through the leaves and falling just short of me. I felt around the nook in the bark, and whala, a button. I pressed it. It opened a keypad eye level to me. I just knew the passcode, 1734, because it was my friends favorite number. He died in a car accident that was caused when a part of the freeway in Los Angeles collapsed and a truck ran into the back of the car. It was awful. I pressed the number seqence into the keycode. it went into the wall and disappeared. I stepped back from the tree, wondering what happened next. I saw a green gas come out of the tree, so I stepped back again, the gas filled my vision and everything went black.