The power of five

17 again

Alone.

He was alone, in an area unknown to him.

Familiar voices appeared in every direction, echoing throughout his mind. Shouting. Arguing. Crying. A battle was in play, happening around him.

He felt himself crouched on the ground, near a dirty graffiti dumpster. His knees were brought to his chest; his clothes were torn, and dirty. Blood trickled down his chin, from his busted lip, and water dripped from the ends of his brown hair.

The shouting continued, and forces of powerful energy surrounded him. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as his eyes had fallen to the only light in the area. A necklace was hanging from his neck. At the ends, a silver hand was holding a small blue orb. The blue orb was glowing with massive power.

A person was seen running by him, who just noticed the teen sitting in the alleyway. It was a woman as she hurried back to the teen, bending down in front of him.

" Hey!"

He lifted his head to the woman known as Persia. She shared the same look as the teen, her clothes torn and dirty. Her curly blonde hair fell to her shoulders, and her blue eyes stared at the frightened teen. A deep cut had gone across her forehead, causing blood to fall from her face, and she wore a similar necklace to the teen. Hers has a white orb, glowing at the same pace as his.

" We're not going to make it out of this..." She panted speaking softly. " Please, you are our only hope."

She closed her eyes, clasping her hands together as if praying. He watched her carefully, as her white orb suddenly lit up brighter. The teen felt himself being healed, as he was immediately sucked into the white light.

A cell phone rang.

Lane immediately opened his eyes as he propped up in bed, his heart racing. He licked his dry lips, briefly wiping his eyes before realizing where he was. His eyes scanned his dirty, spacious room, before he turned tossing the covers and pillows everywhere searching for his damn phone.

He had finally located the small vibrating cell and flipped it opened bringing it to his ears. He listened for a bit, before finally speaking in a low groggily tone.

" Hello?"

" Hey Lane , what's up?" Came the reply.

Pit began mumbling incoherently.

" What?"

He suddenly snapped awake. " Uh, sorry."

" Where you sleeping?'

" Yeah." Pit replied as he turned to his window next to him.

He used his index finger to pull a blind down. Rain continuously fell from the dark gray clouds above, pounding against his window. It wasn't a storm, just light rain causing the roads to become slick and the flowers to get their daily shower. It was the perfect kind of shower to go walking in, with a large umbrella over your head.

" Hey lane!"

" Yes?"

" Happy Birthday."

Lane directed his attention to the calendar hanging on the far wall. August 18th was circled with a red marker, and written on the small square box below was, birthday. Pit frowned, as he leaned back in bed. It was his birthday, and he was finally seventeen years old...for the rest of his life.

" Thanks, Link." Pit replied, rubbing his fingers through his brown hair.

" No problem. I wanted to give you a call and be the first to wish you a happy birthday." Lane's best friend, Link explained.