"The myth says that in the times of peril will arise a hero with hair blonde as gold and eyes blue as the pacific," Lucas said.
Looking into a mirror, Phoenix stated with surprise, "you think it's me."
"Yes, but one flaw in your logic, I know it's you. Legend states that an army of thousands upon thousands of men called the broken, will rise up and take control unless a leader rises. You're the key Phoenix. You are the hero," Lucas stated.
"How can I be the hero? I'm not heroic, I have no heroic qualities. I'm the kid that sits in the back of the class drawing on his notebook," Phoenix explained.
"I believe in you," Lucas said being a great supporter of his best friend.
A tree fell right in front of the truck and before Lucas could stop, he collided with the tree and the truck flipped and landed roof down. What felt like seconds was actually hours.
"Lucas?" Phoenix called for his friend. No answer. He climbed out of the truck and what he once saw as daylight now looked like a smoky and fallen city. Concerned about his friend, Phoenix ran around to the other side of the truck and searched for Lucas.
After searching through the broken shards of glass and blood, Phoenix decided that Lucas had been taken and killed by the broken. He laid by the truck and wept in, what he thought to be, his friends blood. He decided that from that point on, he would take this army down. "I believe in you," he said, repeating Lucas.
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The Fallen
Teen FictionIf you could save the world would you do it? What about if you were a shy and reserved person? In this story, Phoenix Wilkins has this opportunity.
