Destined For Greatest

Prologue

A bone-chilling wind traveled through the small town. Even the people safely cozied in their tightly shut homes could feel it, and - if they were actually trying, squinting through their sad human vision -  see it. See the tiny star-like creatures traveling through the air, making their way around safely and coming back to one specific source in the nearby woods. And there in the woods, would be a young lady who was responsible for the brief shivers of the not-so-many towns people. But that girl had much grander worries at the moment than to think that a slight cold air affecting them would be something to be sorry for. It's not like her personality would allow her to be sorry anyways.

And in the woods was the girl who sourced the short disturbance, surrounded by bristly greens and lost. Someone she didn't know, was staring back at her. Their emotions placed on their face matched like oil and water mixed; it didn't. His expression was a unreadable blank, while she held an emotion a person who just had a near-death experience would have. Because that's exactly what just happened. And he saved her life. The stranger. Which doesn't mean much to anyone but her she guessed. He must be an incredibly selfless creature - and she says creature because up to this point nothing but his appearance has convinced her he's human - or didn't want to live with the guilt of leaving someone to die. But the girl picks the harsher option instinctively because she doesn't like to get her hopes up, that someone might actually care. Always building walls no one offers to tear down.

Her eyes start wander to the most frightening thing here, the electric sphere of currents hovering above her palm, while she tries to grasp anything that would make sense in this moment. She doesn't like to think that something so dangerous would be beautiful. But even a blind person could tell it was. She's confident a certain vibe coming from the orb made it so.

"Are you well?" The stranger says in a slightly noticeable British accent, interrupting her mindless thoughts and startling her a bit.

"F-fine." She stuttered. Of course she's lying. When does anyone who says 'fine' is actually fine?

The young man lifts her chin to get a better look at her eyes (and the girl is amused at exactly how green his eyes are), before he speaks again. "You're lying."

The girl thinks, No duh, I almost died. That's a pretty big deal for some people, in her mind. But she doesn't know that it was flicks of tiny organisms moving in her eyes, that gave it away. And it will always give her lies away till the end of time, but she's still a confused and clueless newbie. So she doesn't know yet.

For the first time she looked at him, like really looked. And she had to trap gasp from escaping because he was beautiful, and who was she kidding, extremely hot. He had perfect chocolate curls, forest green eyes with flecks of gold and blue tint, amazing jawline, toned body, rosy lips, and oh the dimples. She was a sucker for boys with dimples.

While the girl was mindlessly analyzing his appearance, he was assessing her. She's a first, The boy thought in his mind. He had expected her to freak out, faint, start screaming, maybe even slap him, anything than stand there calmly like she did. She was definitely different, the boy decided, and pretty...

The girl tried to read the young man's emotions, but it was blank, impassive. Like he stood hours infront of a mirror trying to perfect this emotionless facet. Like he was expecting this. Like everything that just happened and was happening, was normal. It wasn't, she wanted to collapse and start sobbing. But she didn't, she was too exhausted even for that. And really, she couldn't find it in her to cry anyways.

The boy cleared his throat and spoke.

"Jeannine Emilia Grace isn't it time you realized who you are." It wasn't a question, more like he was disappointed she hadn't already noticed earlier.

How did he know her name? She didn't even know his. Jeannine tried to speak but her mouth hung dryly open, no sound escaping. So when she didn't reply, the stranger continued. "I have been waiting for you ever since you were born." He plainly stated in a manner that made Jeannine feel like her lack of knowledge on all of this, was shameful. But how was that even possible? She'd only known this man today, not her lifetime of seventeen years. Besides, he looked the same age, if not only a few years older.

As the pieces of tonight came together slowly due to her former faze of utter shock; she remembered something that suddenly gave her reason to cry. Her brother. "Where's Christopher." She whispered, barely audible. But he heard.

"I would not worry about mortals." He advised, brushing some dirt off his trousers, suddenly, like that was the most interesting thing to do at the moment.

"What are you talking about? We are mortals." She protested, but her voice shook; like she was lying to herself. She was right, right? But she didn't know the reason the boy's sooty clothes were so amusing he knew things about her brother that he didn't want to say. At least not now. Let's just say they had a not-so-happy history.

The handsome boy finally looked up from his oh so interesting apparel and raised his eyebrows, he had caught her uncertainty. "Are you sure?" His gaze drifted to her palm while her eyes followed. Oh yeah, she remembered the blue electricity; orbiting above her palm. With hesitation, she slowly but firmly closed her hand. The very millisecond her hands came into a fist, a luminescent cerulean light flared through the forest, temporarily blinding herself and any living soul within a hundred yards. That was stupid, the girl thought. She blindly stumbled around until she felt strong arms wrap around her waist, steadying her.

Once again, her cheeks got warm. Jeannine couldn't see it but the boy was now blushing too.

"Well I'm not immortal, so what am I?" She muttered, trying to pull herself together.

"In time you will will know. But for now, don't go home." He avoided answering her question completely, taking a step back.

The boy released his grip on her, and a rush of panic passed through the girl.

"Wait! Don't go! Please don't leave me!" She pleaded, after all, she was lost and sightless in the middle of the woods. She grabbed the boy's hand, hoping he would stay. A fuzziness swirled inside her stomach when their hands connected.

He smiled. "I can't, but don't worry. When you fall asleep and wake up you'll be at your friend Sophia's house."

Wait, how does he know my friend?, she thought. A million thoughts engulfed her mind, a million unanswered questions.

She managed to slip one past her lips. "Is this a dream?"

He only laughed. "You'll wish it was." And then without another word, the boy leaned in, pecked the girl on the lips, and disappeared.

Jeannine's eyes were still closed from the incident, and she quickly fluttered them open to find her vision was back.

But he was gone.