The Legend of Lucent city

Chapter 2

In past events in my lifetime, I was never the kid that was scared of heights or most things for that matter. However after dangling 10 feet in the air with a metal like vice around my throat, seconds away from the afterlife and meeting the Grim Reaper himself, I was terrified of heights. Unquestionably petriefied.

With trembling hands and a pounding heart, I carefully moved my eyes upward; scanning this creature for more asnswers but found none. My eyes were clouded with darkness, no other light to be seen for miles. But before even meeting the beast's vision, i was abruptly dropped landing heavily on my back.

CRACK

Great now I'll be walking like a grandmother for the rest of my life. I'll be getting questions from random people asking my age and then secretely act pitiful towards me. That's exactly what i needed in my life right now - some good o'l pity. And waffles covered in syrup...

The monster crumbled to the forest floor, making low grumbling noises. Did someone just save me from being eaten alive? My eyes scattered over the area for some form of life. What if the creature is just sleeping? Yea great logic you got there Aggi. I decided it wasn't worth discovering and started to carefully make my way home.

Only one question kept circling through my mind.

Why me?

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Succesffully finding my house after 30 minutes, I ventured in trying to make it sound as if I had never left the house in the first place.

It was only my mom and I living here; my dad left us a couple of years ago after my sister had died in an accident. I don't know the full details on why he left but my mother was pretty happy to get rid of him for while at least. It still hurts to think about my sister, and even my dad, leaving me at such a crucial stage in my life.

Getting ready for bed, I felt like i could pass out at any moment. I finally turn off the light, getting into my warm eskimo duvet and lay there just thinking about everything and nothing at all.

My life couldnt be worse right? I have a great life: food, shelter, warmth, and even a weird creature that lives in the woods near my house. What more could you want out of life? Nothing, that's what. Except for maybe a super attractive man with a 6 pack riding a horse everywhere, that would be so cool. Okay, I'm being dramatic... a motorcycle would be a great alternative.

I drift off to a dream land, thinking of a plate of waffles with sprinkles on top; drool starting to make its way out of my vastly open mouth onto the fluffy pillow.

dream-


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I started to regain consciousness.

Why on planet earth did I dream about some stupid toothbrush commercial? I have to stop watching so much TV... Sitting up on my cloud like bed, half of my face dampened with drool, I lazily glanced at my alarm clock.

8:45am – crap fluff! I was going to be late for my new job and I only had 10 minutes to be there on time. I flung my whole body out of bed, landing on the floor like a somewhat graceful beached whale; injuring my elbow on the hard wood of my floor.

'Ouch!'

Why can't I just try to act like a normal young women my age? Because you weren't born to be normal; you were born for greater things, my conscience spoke. I thought I was going to try and build myself up with positivity and what-not but some things just aren't meant to be. Sigh..

Dashing across my room, I sprayed half a can of dry shampoo in my hair to make it look like it hadn't actually been washed in almost a week. Whoops, so much for focusing on the important things in life. I suited up in the blackest clothes I owned; going for the 'i'm a cute ninja so don't mess with me or you'll get a flick in the face and I'll give you a stubbed toe' look. Flinging open my door, I raced down my stairs heading out the door.

I wonder if my mom was home? She wasn't normally this dead silent; if she was asleep I would know in a heartbeat. Instead of my dad being the typically loud snorer, it was certainly my mom in this household; you would almost think there was an mini earthquake taking off in our own home.

She would normally get up really early in the morning to do her 'morning yoga', which was actually just sitting with her legs crossed, indian style on the grass in the backyard doing meditation (whatever she likes to call it). I like to call it the laziest workout ever.

I began to speed walk down the road, already late for the first day on the job. At this rate I wouldn't even make it in 15 minutes. I might make an historical record of 2 minutes for the least amount of time being at work before getting fired. I started to wish I could fly so maybe i'd be there in no time at all. If only there was such a thing, I would be all over that jazz. I'd fly to the park just to sit and watch some birds peck at stale pieces of bread. Maybe that's the reason why I shouldn't be gitfed with such power afterall. A girl can dream...

Finally, I arrived at my destination almost 30 minutes late; what a great first impression. I had huge sweat patches under my arms in the shape of Florida an Texas; I was so out of breath by the time I walked in, you'd think i'd never heard of the word excersise before and you would be 110% right. As some like to say, 'looks can be decieveing' and that statement perfectly applied to me.

'Howdy ma'm, Welcome to Good-Mart!'

I was warmly greeted by a southern, and somewhat, odd looking young man. He was quite tall and very skinny like a stick. He had a well kept, dark blonde, smallish afro sitting on his head. I almost felt compelled to touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked.

However, swivelling my head to the right, there happened to be another man standing with his arms folded. He looked like he just came out of the army with his broad shoulders and serious expression; no doubt in my mind that he was the man I would be taking orders from from now on. His deep, sharp voice rung out into the small empty shop, easily cutting the tension in the air like a hot knife to room temperature butter.

'You're late.'