Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning, and Ice. These are the six main offspring of Light and Darkness.
Every generation Light chooses 6 people to cast away Darkness. And Jaxon Hill is the leader of this generations Six.
After rescuing Ella, his former...
The day had continued almost as usual. It was a slow laborious day, stares fixated on me the first half and a chorus of whispers vocalizing when I had entered a room. Besides that, the day was a dull, slow Monday, nothing out of the ordinary despite Nora, who had paused at her old desk, as if to sit, but to only move on to her new found spot. In two weeks mid-term exams would start. It was a brutal week, filled with six tests for the other members of the Gifted Six and I, though it was five for most people.
I lie in bed looking up at the slope of the rock ceiling.
My undoing. My undoing. My undoing.
My head is a cave, dark and fathomless, the words echoing off every surface in a never-dulling volume. I feel for my sketch book that lies on the ground beside my bed. I grab it and the pencil atop it and pull it to my lap. Using my phone as a flash light I start to draw. My pencil etches into the paper, ribbons of black flow like rivers through the golden hills of paper. Head forms soon though, hollow in the center. There I draw strands of threads that curl around each other. As they get closer to the middle they get farther away until it's all but one strand that connect it to the other strand I had drawn.
I put the drawing down on the floor and take a breath. Cold air fills my nose and I sigh as I slip away into a dark and hazy world.
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The world spins as if I had been planted on top of a merry-go-round. As the world stops its seemingly infinite pirouette I stand. "God Ella," I respond to her very hard punch across the face.
"You said I could go hard on you, I told you I didn't need pity, but alas you ignorant know it all you did not listen to me."
"Alas?" I question with a small chuckle. "Who are you, Shakespeare?"
"Yes." She responds and quotes one his many sonnets.
"I didn't know you liked Shakespeare?" I query. "How long have you liked him?"
"A year or two." She replies. I had known she loved to read, almost as much as Elise but never had I known she liked Sonnets and plays...
I gingerly touch the area around my eye and recoil back quickly. It would most likely become a bruise the color of midnight.
Ella and I had been practicing physical combat in one of the training areas, but the curfew was now just 30 minutes away and henceforth we had wrapped up our training.
We now walk slowly back to the common area between all the dorms. "How are you and John?" I question.
"Great." She replies with a smile that once melted my heart. "After he... came out." She settles. "He seems to have been a lot more... open."
I nod. "That's good."
"But, Jaxon," Ella advises. "Please be nice to him... his mom is really sick right now."
So it was real. His mother was actually sick. Was I a horrid person for doubting it? But that also meant that he either left Darkness's side or... he was still trying to kill me... The latter was more likely, though he had changed, part of me still wondered if it was all an act.
