Summoned: The Choosing

PROLOGUE.

The Year 2019.

I stood in the middle of a tiny square-shaped room. My ears buzzing with silence, almost deafening me.

I measured my steps as I rotated, examining my surroundings inside the desolate white-walled space, that was devoid of any blemishes.

The vacantness of the compartment made it seem bigger when it was actually the size of an elevator.

Four framed photographs of horses in different colors hung on the walls, each on each side of the room.

The one that was before me was a white one, the next was red, followed by the pale one, and lastly black.

"Sarila," a voice called out to me, barely anything more than a whisper.

"Hello! Who's there?!" I exclaimed the repetitive hollow sound duplicating my voice, sounding rhythmically far-away.

I could feel someone's hot breath warm up my scalp on the lines of my braided hair, their body heat radiated to mine. Instantly I felt chills race down my spine, goosebumps scattering all over my arms.

I turned around, only to be met with completely iron grey eyes, that belonged to an old man who seemed to be in his late 50s, wearing a none expressive face.

"Scared?" He asked.

I nodded, my heart crashing against my chest repeatedly to a point I thought it was going to jump out.

"But I like this face, it reflects on who I am in ways that I can never be able to put into words."

He waved his hand across his face once. I moved backward unsteadily, almost falling to the white tiled floor.

I had never seen anything like it before, he had changed from being an old man to a young, good looking dark-skinned man. His eyes, had the pinkish parts now, his iris a dark abyss full of mystery that lured me in, his full cupid lips gave him a powerful youthful image.

"You're just 14, " he said.

"I'm as old as the beginning of time and you're as young as a minute. I'm afraid I don't share such desires."

"Pshtt, " I rolled my eyes, " you're out of your mind."

"No wonder The Creator has summoned me, your mind is poisoned, your tongue drowns in toxin, you utter venom, and yet you're the chosen one."

"What?" I was confused by the way he spoke, his words were like a puzzle that I could not figure out.

"You don't belong here, " he swiped across his face again. He was back to being his old creepy self.

"Who are you? How can you do that?"

"I am Death, now go."

With a single push, with the tip of his index finger on my chest, I felt this powerful energy surge through my body, knocking the air out of my lungs.

The door behind me opened with great force, the sudden strong wind sucked me out of the room, dropping me deep into the sea.

Instinctively, I held my breath, flapping and flailing my limbs, battling against the salty water in an effort to reach the surface.

Panic consumed me as I reached the breaking point, I began to gasp for air as I kicked, spasmodic breaths dragging water into my lungs.

The pain registered, stinging sensations like pins and needles at the back of my head. My lungs and stomach were burning like there was a stream of hot lava flowing inside my organs.