Chapter I: Sentient

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  • Dedicated to Farhaan Mohammed
                                    

Sentient-

Jace~

I stood in a long dark corridor with doors stretching down it. I was confused. Try as I might no doors bar one would open. This lone door held memories. Memories of the past. Memories I would rather forget. But it was too late. I was being pulled, yet again, into that doorway. The memories flashed past me. The three deaths. The losing control. The way the group lost... Then two of them went missing. Two of only three of the greatest of the friends I made in the group. Josh and Farhaan. Then it was only me and Chris left. The memories went by faster and faster and then I heard a voice.

"Jace..." It said. The voice sounded familiar. It continued

"Jace... Wake up you lazy ass!" Suddenly I felt my cheeks burning but I still could not move. Suddenly the memories shot past me at such a speed I was soon lost. Slowly it stopped and I was surrounded by memories I did not recognise. In all of them I could see a group of... beings.They seemed to be shaping the Earth, the stars, the sea. Bringing them all to life. I was pulled away from those memories. It seemed like I was being pulled back in time. Then I reached a place where there was absolutely nothing but pure darkness. A voice came from all around me

"Oh my dear beautiful children. You rise again. The stirring begins... But you must be stopped. Your time has been over for aeons. And you, Jace Matthews, shall stop them..." I froze when the voice said my name.

"W-Who are you?!" I said stutteringly. The voice laughed, a booming laugh which seemed an effort to scare me. The vouce then replied

"My dear boy you do not need to worry abour who I am. My children on the other hand... They have been asleep for many aeons. And if they are woken your world and the other one shall be changed forever. Your friend is about to wake you up in a way I have never seen before. Goodbye Jace Matthews....." Suddenly I felt ice cold water all over my body. I woke with a start yelping in surprise. In front of me squatting on my bed was a boy of about 17 with black hair, green eyes, wearing a Three Days Grace T-shirt with shorts and had a cheeky grin on his face. I glared at him and he just smiled.

"Happy 17th Jacey-boy...."

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