Dawn

Chapter Christopher Eccleston: My Cabin

I trudge into the main building slamming the door behind me.The building is small on the inside and the walls are decorated with pictures of past campers. I take a seat in a chair across from a desk and set my luggage next to me. There are two desks one of them has blue ribbons hanging from the front. One desk (the one I’m sitting across from) is blank except for, one lamp on the corner and, one nametag that says Randy Pearson. So, that’s his name. The creepy bus driver’s name is Randy Pearson. Okay.

I wipe my face from the tears streaming down my face. I bring my legs up into the chair and bury my head into them. I let out a quiet sob. I hear the door open and the man steps in. I look up at him with my sight still blurry. I wipe my tears away and give him a death glare, "Why?" I ask. He just stares at me, "Why did you do that to him? He was innocent."

"He didn't belong here, Dawn", says Randy. He moves back behind the desk and takes a seat, "You know that everybody has changed their outfit. Well, since he didn't, I know he isn't special like everybody else. You, Dawn. You are very special".

I don't know why he's acting weird but, how could I be special. I'm just an average twelve-year-old with no big responsibilities. "I don't get this", I say, "How, exactly, am I special?"

"Have you seen your outfit? This is your battle outfit. You are a master of Quo".

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you can control time. You can't time travel, but you can slow it down and speed it up. Hence your outfit. Your abilities only happen once a generation, Dawn. Learn to handle those powers and you will succeed".

"Wait, so I’m supposed to be this super special person that has special abilities?"

He nods his head, "Yes".

"This is a little too much for me to handle".

"Everyone at this camp has special abilities. Even your friends. Jessie, she's a master of Aestus and Ashton, he's a master of Ignis".

"Well, what about Michael?"

"Aeris".

"How do you know all of this?"

"Your outfits show your element of mastering. Everyone here is an Elementaribus Master. You are the only Master of Quo on this generation."

"How come?"

"It only happens once per generation and you happen to be that one person. Your mother was one, too”.

“Wait, my mom was a Master of Quo?”, I ask, “That means time right?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “Stop acting so forgetful. Did your mom tell you that she was a Master of Quo, also?”

“What? She can control time and she never told me?”

“It’s for your own good, Dawn.”

Those words echo in my mind. It’s for your own good, Dawn. Those were the exact words my mom told me before I left. How is it for my own good? I stare at the ground for a minute.

"Dawn, are you okay?" He asks me.

"Y-yeah. I think so. This is just a lot for me to take in at once". I stutter

"You can leave and we can discuss this again later".

"Thank you".

I stand up and brush off my skirt. I grab my luggage and walk out of the main building. I feel a gust of wind blow my hair from my face. My eyes dart around the camp. The fire pit burned out. It seems as if everybody has left. They're probably putting their stuff away. I think. I look toward the back of the camp. There is only one camper left. They're wearing black and red. They have black hair. It's Ashton.

I dart over there, “Ashton!” I scream.

He looks back at me and then turns back.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I get about five feet away from him. “What’s wrong?”

He takes a deep breath, “N-nothing.”. His voice cracks. “I’m going back to my cabin”. As he turns around, I see that his eyes are red and puffy.

I cock my eyebrow, “Okay?”

He walks toward his cabin and I grab my stuff that I brought and walk toward the black and white cabin.

I walk past the fire pit and the coals are as shiny as they were before Ashton started the fire. No ashes or anything. Could it have been cleaned? Maybe the ashes are too small. I don’t know and decide to not think about it for a while.

I step onto the front porch of my cabin. I have it all to myself. The doorknob is silver and cold. I turn it and admire the inside of the cabin. There is one queen sized bed with black and white covers and a black head and footboard. One wall is white and the rest are black. There is one bathroom and it isn’t anything too special. The door is a black beaded curtain. The black and white tiled floor is very shiny and slippery. Two walls are black bookshelves already filled with my favorite books. How. I check in one dresser and it is filled with different black and white striped  outfits. Each one different than the rest.

I walk to my bed and plop down on it. I look to the left and there is a long staircase. I get up and take my first step toward whatever could be up there.