The New Generation

Who am I?

Chapter 1...Who am I?

***The girl***

I stabbed the creature in the stomach just before it had time to fly away. It still escaped, but at least I knew it was wounded. I turned around to kill another one when I stopped. Standing in front of me was handsome boy.

He had shaggy brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes that were so light, they looked as if they were glass. He had a small nose and high cheekbones. He looked at me cluelessly as if I was some kind of alien. I finally came to my senses and looked the weapon I was holding. It was a three-foot long, blackish-purple blade, and had a small purple gemstone in the middle of the handle. I dropped it and backed away.

I looked around me to see a huge bloodbath. Dead creatures everywhere. "What....what have I done...." I gasped falling to my knees in terror. "Did we do this?" The boy asked me, obviously as confused as I was. I looked at him terrified. "It felt like......like....I was being controlled for a second."

The boy looked at me even more confused than he was before. My guess would be that he was about seventeen years old. "What are those things?" The boy asked. "I'm not really sure-" I was cut short by another creature flying towards us. I instantly grabbed my weapon from the ground. "Transfiguro!" I shouted.

My three foot long blade transformed into a metal crossbow. I pulled the trigger and a long arrow shot into the creature's heart, just before it was about to bite me. I dropped my weapon in terror once again. "What...how...why..." I said speechlessly. I looked at the boy who had his weapon tight in his grasp as if he were ready to kill the creature too. He slowly let go of the weapon, even more shocked than I was.

"What did you say?" The boy said shaking. "Nothing." I said. "No, you said something to your blade...crossbow..." He said. "Oh...transfiguro...that's Latin for transform-" Latin? I knew how to speak Latin? Soon enough, my crossbow transformed back into the long, three foot metal blade.

He frowned in confusion. "Do it again." He told me. "Transfiguro!" I shouted at my sword. I want a gun, I thought to myself. Sure enough, my sword transformed into a gun. "Now that, is cool." He said.

"You try."

"I'm sorry?"

"Try it. Say the word"

"Um...transfiguro?"

A second after the boy said the magical word, the small blade he was holding transformed into a crossbow. "That is awesome!" He said in amazement.

"It is isn't it?" I said smiling. "What's your name?" the boy asked me. "It's... it's...." why couldn't I answer the question? "I don't know." I said honestly. He looked at me in confusion. "You don't know your name?" he asked me. I shook my head. "What's yours?" I asked him. "My name is....my name is....I seriously don't know either."

I laughed. He laughed along with me. We've killed about twenty creatures that looked like heck, we don't have a single scratch on our bodies, we can transform our weapons, we don't even know our names, and we're both laughing. It's as if we were meant to be happy together.

About five minutes later, we finally stopped laughing. "How old do I look?" the boy asked me. "About seventeen years old. Tall, brown hair, high cheekbones, and light blue eyes." I said. "What about me?" I asked. "You look about...fifty-five."

"Fifty-five! Your kidding me right?" I yelled in shock. I sure didn't feel like I was fifty-five. "Yeah. I'm just messing with you. You look like your about sixteen years old. Tall, skinny, long dark-brown hair, light blue eyes, high cheekbones, full lips, and small freckles that are dotted right on your cheeks and on the bridge of your nose." he said.