Savior (Book One)

Chapter Five

It was only a five minute ride to Anabell's school, another two before we reached the twins'. No one spoke, the silence thick and suffocating to me. I don't like the silence. I'm shy, sure, but I love talking. Weird right? Shy, but loves to talk? Yea, my siblings thought so too. Anyway, after we dropped the kids off, Bud decided to get us breakfast before he drove me to Social Services.

I watched cars pass us, watched the scenery fly by in vivid colors. The only sound in the car was the radio, which played a song that had a nice beat to it. Bud's chocolate gaze remained transfixed on the road ahead of us, so we wouldn't get into an accident. I folded my hands in my lap, frowning as we passed a park that was devoid of people. That was the same park I landed in, I thought absentmindedly. The same place where my fate was changed, right before my eyes, and where my destiny was lain out in front of me.

I lowered my gaze to stare at my hands. My nails were clean and cut short, my hands pale, like porcelain. If it weren't for the pink in my cheeks, and lips, or me blinking, I was sure people would think I was a doll. I wouldn't blame them either. I did look like a fragile doll, small, and easily breakable. I sighed silently to myself. And to think I had to protect a powerful weapon, capable of killing gods. It was laughable, really. I was sure the enemy was laughing their butt off, right now. Oh yea, bright idea daddykins, send your weakest little baby to the front lines. Thanks for making it easy to get the sword. I'm sure that was what they were thinking. It was true, though. I still couldn't fathom why Father chose me to be the one protecting the sword, and not someone more capable than me.

But, he always had a reason for the things he did, so I couldn't fault him for that. I'd just wish that he'd give me my celestial force back. It was weird not having the power pulsing inside of me, or comforting me when I was in need. I felt strangely...hollow. But, then again, Father did have a point. My brothers and sisters all were created with the ability to sense celestial force, and to pinpoint whoever you wanted, sibling wise. It was nifty, in a way, but was also was a downside to our abilities. Sure, we were taught to conceal our energies from others, like demons, since they too could sense our celestial force, but I hadn't been taught that yet. Maybe that's why Father decided to take my powers. He didn't want the enemies to find me. Well, not to say that they won't find me. Just because my hair grew, and changed colors, doesn't mean that one of my siblings won't recognize me. I still had the large, deep-set eyes, full babyish lips, and porcelain skin. I'm more than sure that one of my brothers or sisters will recognize me, and it will be then that they would attack me. I could only rely on hope that they didn't figure the illusion out.

"We're here."

Bud's voice snapped me away from my very in depth thoughts, and I blinked, glancing at the building in front of us. The building was small, but very clean looking, with well placed bricks framing the base of the building, and with the clear glass doors, beckoning for me to go in. I didn't even have to be inside of the small cafe to smell the sugary scent of syrup, or to smell the delightful smell of cinnamon. I closed my eyes in momentary bliss, and followed Bud into the building. There were seats everywhere, but only a few people occupied those seats. An elderly woman with her husband sat to the left of Bud and I, the woman glancing at me with a raised eyebrow. I blushed, and shyly waved at her, causing her to flash me a heartwarming smile. Were all old people so nice? Wait...I was older than they were. Did that make me ancient?

Anyway, a couple tables down there was a young man on a laptop, cursing at it before smashing the keys with his fingers, an odd look of concentration on his face. He was probably playing a computer game. I've heard about those, and even remember my brother Obsidian saying something about them...telling me that I was missing out on the fun. That was about two, or three years ago, in fact. Before this stupid war started.