The Chosen One

"So...I'm a teenage girl with powers? Sounds legit."

The unknown is often not as strange and foreign as it seems

-The Legends-

When the creature sets me down at my roof top. I immediately make a run for it while it's off guard. But I wasn't fast enough. The creature twirls me around so I face it. I stare into the face of... Jake. His aura is still the same; golden as the sun but now the wings from before are solid but as I watch it starts to fade to back into its original form, a golden blinding wisp. His aura was the wings, the wings his aura. The creature him, he the creature.

He's still holding my wrist as I make the realization. I only notice because it started to hurt. I yank it away. He doesn't resist or protest. He seems to know that I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers.

The first question that comes to mind is not who but... "What are you?" He visibly winces as he replies, "I'm what you are." I shake my head. He's either implying he's human. Which he's definitely not. Or he's implying I'm what he is. My eyes widen as I realize it makes sense. I've always been different, I see things that others could not, and the only reason I never got caught when I did something wrong is because I could always sense if something bad was going to happen. But I never thought it was because I wasn't human. I always thought it was because I had 6th sense or something.

I rephrase my sentence so I could get a direct answer "You're not human but your saying I'm what you are. So, what am I?" He says the following words as if they would change everything "You're a legend."

I ask more than confused "What?" He says "Maybe we should go inside. Being in the open is making me nervous." I raise my eyebrows. He's talking about being nervous when I'm the one that just got kidnapped but nonetheless I shrug and wave him over towards the door leading inside and into the library.

Once he goes through the door he visibly relaxes but then he notices all the books and raises his eyebrows. I shrug saying "I love to read. Now what are legends?" He smirks while saying "Now aren't you a bossy little thing." I reply frustrated "First off I'm 5'5 and Yes, I am. Now sit." He sat.

I raised my eyebrows. He shrugged as if it's every day he sits in a green bean bag in a stranger's house. Although the blush finding its way on him suggest otherwise. His shrug could not possibly cover it up. I sit down on the bean bag across from him and once I'm comfortable I say "Now, what is a legend?"

He gulps. Acting as if he's been dreading that question for a long time. "The Legend are a Greek civilization made of beings with supreme abilities. There's different categories for the Legends. You go by terms of money we go by terms of power. I'm what you would call the upper-class. We call it Πιο ψηλάt which means higher. The people in Πιο ψηλάt have more abilities and strengths. The abilities and strengths they have are more advanced and powerful. Then there are the middle-class. We call them Μέσης which means middle

People in the Μέσης are average. They have the average amount of powers and the average strength of the powers. Then you have what you would call poor. We call them Φτωχός Which means poor. People in Φτωχός have very little powers and the powers that they do have, have very little stre-." Cutting him off I ask, "What does any of this have to do with me?" He says "Umm... well you see. You have a category all by yourself." Not sure if that's good or bad I ask, "Meaning?" I didn't think he could be any more nervous than he was but somehow, he made it work.

He answers my question as if it was his death sentence "You umm... are what is consider very rare. You are more powerful than the Πιο ψηλάt Counsel themselves. A person with your amount of power comes once every 300 yrs. And every time they come devastation follows. Not because they caused it but because they were sent to stop it they are called Εκλεκτός Meaning the Chosen One in Greek"

I was shocked to say the least. Me, a regular teenage girl that showed no signs at all of powers was expected to be the most powerful super being in 300 years. I was having trouble accepting the fact that there was such a thing as super being. Let alone the fact that I was one and I'm apparently the strongest one in 300 years.

So, since I couldn't accept it in that second, I did the next best thing. I denied it. "No, you're wrong. You must have the wrong person. I'm just your regular teenage girl with family issues. So, well goodbye. Good luck at finding the correct being. Oh, and I would appreciate if you wouldn't send these "super beings" to erase my memory!" the whole time I was speaking I was ushering him through my house to the front door.

When suddenly I stop in the middle of the hallway's. He's been trying to tell me that he wasn't mistaken that I should listen to him. Nothing he said could make me stop. No, it was what I did that made me stop. My fingertips had been trailing the wall the whole time I had been ushering him out leaving a trail of burnt paint. Imagine paper burning; how it becomes black and flakey with tints of red.

Now imagine that in 5 perfectly straight trails in the wall of a hallway, but instead of it being flakey as paper looks like it when it burns. it looks like something had burrowed in the walls paint and it left an empty burrow where it had traveled, like a little bump in road, Like an ant in the dirt. Then and only then could you imagine what was on the wall and how much it scared me that I had caused that when I was only a little frustrated. I was scared of how much damage I could do if I was angry or sad.

The thought was absolutely terrifying.