Dawn

Chapter David Tennant: The Note

The stairway is dark.There is only one light in the staircase; not a bright one. It’s very dim. Every other step is black and every other step is white.

When I get up to the top of about twenty stairs, I find a black door. I see my name, Dawn Hawkins, happens to be engraved into it. I wonder what’s inside.

My fingers grab the knob and start to turn it. I know it’s a stupid thing to do; to open an unknown door but, it has my name engraved into it. How bad could it be? The thing or things that are inside couldn’t be that bad could they? My wrist turns the golden knob and I stumble into the room.

The walls are black with nothing on them. Plain. The crazy old table makes the room even more mysterious. A big, black wooden table has carvings into it. The feet curl up. On top of the table are four candles, each one on a different corner. They are unusually bright for a candle. The candles light up the whole room. There are also two long pieces paper. The one on the left is flat and almost glowing white. The one on the right, however, is old, brown and the edges are crinkled up and fragile.

I go up to the table to look at the papers. I decide to read the left one first. It’s in my mom’s curved and child-like handwriting. I certainly didn’t inherit that gene. You can barely make out my handwriting.

 

Dawn,

Be careful. You will soon be in great danger. I know you didn’t trust me at first when I was sending you to Camp Animus. I went there as a child, too. It helped me BIG TIME.

Your powers are strong and they’ll soon find out.

If anything goes wrong, stay hidden. Don’t communicate. Bring only one or two friends if needed.

I don’t have much time to keep writing this letter. They’re almost here. Don’t trust just anybody with your powers. I know you’re a master of Quo. It’s okay, I am, too. Learn to harness your powers and you’ll be alright.

Stay safe, Dawn.

~Gwen Hawkins

 Master of Quo

 

Who are they? What are they going to find out? I don’t know any of this. I fold up the paper and decide to keep it. The other paper really captures my attention. It has lots of photos of kids.They are all from about my age to their late teens. The one in the middle; I’ve seen it before. It has a girl in the middle. My mom. She looked about sixteen or seventeen in the picture. She was wearing a white baggy shirt and black shorts. Her curly blonde hair was in a side ponytail. Her arms were wrapped around a boy on the left and a girl on the right; both about the same age. The girl has long black hair and was dressed in a blue outfit like Jessie’s. The boy has short brown hair. He was also wearing a white shirt and pants. Their outfits are torn with red marks on them. Was it blood?

My mom would never fight anything and kill it to where she got its blood on her. Maybe it was just dirt.

But, their faces don’t seem as if they’d just been in battle. They were laughing and smiling; having a good time.

The pictures around it are in collage formation. Almost all of the pictures have those three people in them. Some were of them doing archery and sword-fighting. One picture is of the black-haired lady summoning a small wave and the picture next to that was of the brown haired boy soaked. It makes me happy that they’re happy.

I spend quite a while looking at the pictures on the paper until I realize what time it is. I look down at my watch and realize it is nine o’ clock. I need to go to bed if I want to wake up early in the morning.

I walk out of the room and down the hallway. I realize that there is an alarm clock next to my bed. I set it for six A.M.

I go to the dresser with a month’s supply worth of black and white clothing and put on something that looks like pajamas. My weird lace-up shoes are really uncomfortable so I plop down on the ground and untie them. I don’t know where to put them so, I just put them on top of my dresser along with the note from my mom.

I yawn and rub my eyes from the long day. My fingers brush through my tangled hair stopping where it needs to be brushed.

I’m too tired to brush my hair right now so I go and sit on my bed.

I sink into the bed a little bit. The comforter is cold and dry. It smells like vanilla. I crawl beneath the sea of sheets and rest my head on a pillow. I grab the sheets and bring them up to my nose. I pull the other side over the top of my head so, just my eyes are poking through.

My eyelids start to feel heavy and before I know it, I fall asleep.