Forsaken

Glee

I'm cursed.

Well, cursed is a strong word for what I am. I'm... bound. There, that's a good word. I'm bound to a three thousand year old prophecy. A prophecy that foresees me ending the universe as we know it. But I shouldn't give myself so much credit. There are four of us, born from the light of the moon, and marked by the high goddess herself.

My adoptive parents knew I was different. From my odd birth mark and bright grey eyes. When I turned six I started having the visions. Visions of a perfect world, a world with no humans. Luckily my adoptive mom was a pagan witch, and immediately understood who and what I was. My father was and still is confused on the subject, but he accepted me for who I was.

Ever since that day my life has been nothing but a vicious cycle of training and preparation.

I am Amara, the first of the four. This is my story.

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It was winter. The cold wind blew across my blood-blushed cheeks, and the air smelt crisp and fresh. It was these days I loved the most. No matter how cold these days were, they always made me feel warm inside. Today was my first day of my Junior Year at a new high school. Gyrffinsdale High. Sounds fun. Not.

My mom has been bouncing me around the country since she knew I was One with the moon. I hate it, I never stay in a place long enough to make friends. She's always hovering around, making sure I never show my power to humans. My social life isn't as important as keeping my secret I guess.

I walk alone on the the sidewalk, keeping a brisk pace. The faster I get to school the faster I can get this day over with.

Ten minutes later I make it inside the large, modern steel and glass building. The school was fairly new, the last school had collapsed in a blizzard two years ago. At least, that's what I've been told. The halls were littered with student who were mingling about. Their conversations slowly died out as they took notice of me. Started analyzing me in and out, it felt like I was being dissected for the world to see.

Those nosy teens wouldn't find out much, I mean they would only see my appearance. Steel grey eyes hid my thoughts, my golden blond hair was loosely braided down my back. Finally my clothes, which consisted of a black slim-fitting quarter sleeved shirt, ripped dark wash skinny jeans, and black converse. I literally screamed, 'Enigma.'

The bell rang, knocking the population of parasites out of their stupor. I shook my head and entered the office. I saw a nicely dressed secretary sitting at a desk. She had a smile on her face and files in her hand. Her aura, could be seen clear as day, it was yellow like the rays of a bright, morning sun.

Oddly enough, what strikes me most is her blue eyes, they were the color of ice, but had the warmth of a million fires sat behind them. They put me in a trance. "Hello dear, may I help you?" Her voice was heavily southern drawled, and it chimed like a church bell. It puzzled me how a human being could come off so friendly, so kind. I could see this woman was special.

"Yes, I need my schedule." I smiled brightly, I walk up to her desk and handed her a packet of paper work. "Amara..." she started, looking at my file, "Pretty name." I nod as she hands me my schedule and locker information. "Your Advisor is Mr. VanCade, room 316. Down the hall, last door on your right. I'm sure he'll assign you somebody to escort you, if not come back and I'll show you around myself." She finishes her thought with a wink my way. I laugh, Are Southern people always this nice? Shaking my head take my schedule from her hands.

"Thank you ma'am, Though I'd much rather a tour by you than some random stranger."

She chuckles and nods at the door, "Go on now, get to class. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon." I grin and thank her one last time before I head out the office door. Today should be good. I jump up and click my heels before heading to Homeroom.