Time Warp

Worlds Change

Sunlight crept slowly over the edge of a blue bed, with specks of green merging on the surface. A chest lay in the corner, hastily made, to store various items. Bits of stone and quarts were pilled to the top, but there was something special about the blue powder sealed in a bag. Despite the mild mess surrounding it, the dust was carefully packed that one might not disturb it. The owner of this chest was currently sleeping, with no intentions of getting up any time soon. He didn't do sunrise.

A little bundle of joy came bundling through the door. His sister, Isabell was already awake wanting to explore the ever changing world.

"Grian! Grian! Wake up! Wake up!" Izzy shook him jumping up and down.

"Oh Izzy, not right now," Grian groaned, pulling the covers over his head. As cute as she was, Izzy could be slightly annoying. The pushing and jumping stopped as Grian contemplated what to do next with a brain fogged by sleep.

"Oooh what's this?" Isabell asked while slight thuds occurred. Oh no. She had gotten into the bluestone. Grian went into panic mode and leapt out of bed. Isabell had just started to open the bag when Grian grabbed it.

"This is very precious, Izzy." Grian said gently. "What did you want to do?"

Isabell seemed a bit shocked. She couldn't always understand what her fourteen year old brother did. It had something to do with being a creator talent. She herself didn't know what her talent was, but she hear her parents whispering when they thought she couldn't hear them. The word Isabell heard gave her nightmares in her sleep. Talent-less. The most feared word a child could ever hear.

"Hey Izzy you ok?" Grian had put his hand on her shoulder, breaking her disastrous train of thought.

"Yeah, I'm ok." Isabell turned and walked out again, without saying another word. Grian watched her leave, worry tempering his gaze. Izzy was only eight. She shouldn't have to deal with being talent-less. The word felt like a punch in the gut. So many talents, and his poor little sister didn't have one?

"We will figure out a solution." Grian said to himself, as he grabbed some supplies from his haphazard chest. His brain whirled with thousands of possibilities, but they all ended with what happened to his aunt.

When he was eight, Isabell only two, the Coders came and took her away, claiming to try to help her. His family had never heard of her again, fearing that she had been erased from existence. He had to find a way to keep that from happening to Isabell.

He slung his bag over his shoulders, ready to be used at a moments notice. He glanced sadly back at the chest which was now empty.

"I will find a way to help you Isabell," Grian squared his shoulders and walked out of his room, through the house and out the door. He slipped a note to his parents as he passed them. Grian was going to be gone for the day, going to the hidden forest to do his work. Hopefully the day would be enough.

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An exhausted Grian came back home with nothing to show for his day of hard work. He had tried everything, but the bluestone wasn't complying to his will. Grian had tried every combination he knew about the precious substance, but nothing.

As he shut the door, him mom tackled him with a hug. "Oh Grian. I was so scared that we had lost you!"

"What happened?" Grian pulled away. "I was gone no longer than I usually am."

His father walked up and placed a note in Grian's hands. The note had a strange symbol on it, two zeros twisting into one like a chain. The coders had been here. His parents anxiously watched him open the letter, his eyes scanning it with lightening speed.