The Soul Guardians - Transforming

Prologue

4 years ago

"Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow," I tell my best friend, Angelina, while running my fingers through my bright ginger hair.

"But Isabella, are you sure about not reporting them..."She asks, her big brown eyes glistening. I instantly shake my head and I think of how the 'Barbie' girls ruined my whole science project.

The 'Barbie' girls are the girls who think they are perfect and make it their ultimate life mission to make girls like me feel bad about themselves. Once on their bad side you are mercilessly tortured. All I did to one of them, called Rachel, was peer evaluate her Maths homework and give her the correct marks. Just because she didn't do well, she and her clique have been making my life hell.

"You have to stand up for your self!" Angelina said still trying to convince me. Her chocolate brown eyes filled with worry and concern. I just looked at her straight, long, black coloured hair which I've always envied and told her that that would only make the matters worse before waving her goodbye.

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As I got closer to the train bridge that was part of my path home, I noticed the bridged looked dented and weaker, but I just shook the thought away and proceeded under the bridge, already hearing the sounds of a nearby train. I stepped under the bridge and then as I got on the other side, I heard the bridge creak behind me. Acting on instinct, I swerved around just in time to see the whole bridge collapse under the weight of the train. A year of hard work and effort all gone in under 30 seconds. And then it seemed as if every thing was going rapidly, like a movie on fast forward . My eyes widening as I saw the raging fire engulf the train and the tree near it and instead of running as far as I can away, I found my feet moving reluctantly towards the wreck.

I dashed into one of the smashed doors and I saw bodies sprawled across the floor. A thick cloud of smoke dimmed my vision but it didn't stop my active eyes from noticing crimson blood gushing out of wounds. I choked and I found myself unable to breathe. Something at the back of my mind told me to get away, but my body stayed glued to the floor. And then as if breaking out of a trance, I started helping people who looked alive, up and out of the train. My strength came as a shocking surprise to me and so did my bravery.

Soon after what seemed like a minute, an ambulance and fire brigade arrived. It was just my fourth round of helping people out of the damaged train that I found the place flooded with journalists and then some of them spotted me helping a pregnant lady out. The survivors I had rescued from the incident were also pointing towards me and pretty soon I had people pointing microphones at me and firing questions at me like: "Are you really saving people's lives?","How many have you rescued?","What's your name and age?"...

I looked over at the faces beckoning me to respond and my mind blanked. Soon enough a male paramedic came to check on me and the pregnant lady I was holding. I smiled at the man and headed back into the wreck despite his warnings not to. Just as I set my foot in the train I found myself absorbed by a fire. I was surrounded with the fire and I thought it was my last moments but, the fire didn't harm me.

"You are the chosen one" An angelic voice whispered into my mind and made me shudder. "It is now up to you to make the right decisions and be true to yourself. You are on a winding course to save your world and its inhabitants. I and your companions will always be here to guide you. Always. "

The fire went out all around me and I stepped out of the train with a new found confidence. I scanned the crowd for a way out of the thick forest of bodies buzzing all around me and burdening me with questions. My eyes settled on my parents who were fighting their way towards me.

My mom started searching my body with her eyes. "Are you okay?," she asked desperately, her hazel eyes glazing over mine filled with worry. I nodded but she carried on as if I hadn't responded . "Why did you do all that for? As soon as you stepped in, the fire went about 7 times higher and after a minute it vanished without a flicker to be found and the firemen hadn't even got out their extinguishers yet and you come out with no traces of a scar looking like you've been crowned Miss America! " She exclaimed.

I shrugged in response as I myself hadn't gotten my mind round it. I thought back to the time when I attended a Catholic primary school and there was a story of three men who were thrown into a fire and came out unscarred. I always loved that story because it was a story of bravery and standing up for your beliefs, no matter the consequences.

"You are 12 years old, shouldn't you be over all that wanting to be a hero stuff" My mum said. It always surprised me how neat she always looked. Today her ginger hair, a few shades lighter than mine, was compacted into a tight bun with no hair out of place and she was wearing a crisp perfectly ironed suit that I suspected was because she rushed here from her law firm.

"Your mum heard news of it from her friend at the fire station, her friend talked about a incident near your school and I was luckily there at the firm meeting her, so we both got here quickly."My dad says confirming, my previous suspisions. My dad's light green eyes bored into my jade green ones. The look was so intense as though he just saw something flash in front of me.

That was the day it all changed without me realising it had...