Chapter One

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Chapter One

I can hear it; rapid footsteps that follow me. Everywhere I go, they're there, and it makes my heart race with every step. I turn. Nothing. Nothing but besides smoke and fire. But all of it is blurry. I can barely see straight. All I can do is run. Run from​ danger. Run away from everyone I knew. Why did it have to come to this? What did we do? None of us deserves to be killed at such a young age. How can humans be like this? Why is this world full of selfish people that are cold? Heartless?

I'm still in shock. I barely feel the heat for burning forest and, I couldn't hear the screams of all different types of people; mothers calling for their children. The wails and screams of dying people. What will everyone think of this? I shouldn't be running away. I should be helping my home, protecting my people. That was the whole reason why I took the long journey out to the little island with the pink house sitting on top of the sand. To train. So I could protect. That's what both my parents and I wanted. But I screwed that up. Badly.

I came to an opening, and still kept on running. A sharp pain on my side slows me down.. I can't breath. I can't breathe. I need to stop. I need to lie down, in the green sea of grass, watching the clouds form different shapes in the sky, like I used to do when I was little. I need to go and help out my people, so things could be normal again. So we can have no memory of this.

But I kept on running.

I have to stop.

But do you think I did?

My toes were off of the ground, but I wasn't falling. I stopped, and look down. I was standing at the edge of a cliff, and when i looked down, a raging water was crashing the rocks below, splashing against the face of the cliff. I see part of the ground crack ever so slightly. I step back.

Where are the footsteps? Maybe they weren't really there. Maybe they were just a deer chasing me. But the footsteps were a lot more heavier. Maybe it was the person that attacked my home. I don't know anymore. I can't go anywhere but down. I'm skeptical, but do I have a choice? Yes, I do. I could jump, without hesitation, and make it across the river, or I could fight the enemy head on, even if he's like so much stronger than me.

I hear the footsteps again, and they get closer. The ground cracks behind me. Our weight combined is too much of the ground to support us both. He was right behind me. He'll fall with me. Yes, I would've had a chance, but jumping wasn't going to stop anything.

So I spin on one foot, and my foot connects with his head. The ground breaks off. I fall with it. All of us head down to the river. The rocks plummet past me, and some hit me. I can't dodge them. They don't hurt. I'm stronger than that.

Why didn't he follow me down? I was for sure that he would. I guess he's not as brave as he seems to be.

I'm about ten feet from the water, when it hit me. No, not Cupid's arrow, but the biggest chunk of rock hits my head. I hit the water. Pain explodes through my whole head. I didn't have time to hold my breath. The rock is pulled with the current. The rapid tries its best to try to pull me along with it. I drift helplessly in the blue environment. I can't breathe. My lungs start to fill with water. Can't breathe. I can't swim. Can't move at all. The rapid finally has me. I'm going to die. I don't see that light, though. The light that indicates death. Instead the last thing that I see is a figure- I don't know what it is- float over my body. My eyes close. I feel at peace. But then, I feel something stroke my cheek. What was that? What's happening? I feel a tug at my waist, like I'm being pulled. But where? Where am I being pulled to? I'm dead meat. I haven't done everything on my "things I want to do before I die" list. I feel so cold.

Then, I feel the summer breeze against my face. My eyes fly open. I gasp, and all of the water from my lungs go to my throat, and I cough it out. Hair sticks to my forehead. I feel so weak. The muscles in my legs feel so tired. I feel like sleeping. I take one look at my "savior", but my vision is so blurry.

Everything goes black.


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