THE ELYSIAN

𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁 𝚃 𝚆 𝙾

𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴: 𝟷:𝟹𝟼 𝙿.𝙼. , 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚁𝚃𝚈-𝚂𝙸𝚇 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙼'𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽.
𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚉' 𝚂 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴.
𝙿. 𝙾. 𝚅. : 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙾 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷

Abdiel unlocked the front door of his house. As I walked in, the smell of food and floor cleaner filled my senses. The place was cozy, but slightly unkept.
Abdiel led me to the very back of the house where the the laundry room was located. There, he crouched down and ran his fingers along the laminated floor until he found a small piece that was slightly peeled upward, almost unnoticeable. He pulled it up, and a piece of the floor peeled upwards. The hole that was made was about four feet by four feet, but I wasn't sure if I could fit.
Abdiel started to climb down, but then realized that I was hesitant to enter.
He looked up at me, then said, "Don't worry. You'll fit."
"Are you sure?"
He nodded, "You're skinny enough."
umm....ouch.
Shaking my head, I climbed down.
He was right. I fit perfectly.
When I got to the bottom, the scent of paint filled my nose. I turned to see a lot of vivid colors. Two desks put together were completely covered with an artist's tools and bookshelves above them were filled with different art history books. Newspapers covered half of the floor, and a stained easel was holding a paint pallet covered in dried paint, brushes big and small, and a mason jar filled halfway with stained water.
But what really captured my attention was the pantings and drawings covering the wall on the other side of the room. Some were full of vivid colors, others dull and dreary. One drawing (that was made with colored pencils) had a human heart dripping blood, and the arteries coming out of it were wrapped around a paintbrush. Another painting (made with acrylics) was another heart in black and white, and in the center was a dying flower, its petals falling to the bottom of the canvas. Some of the other paintings had the same theme going on.
But the one that caught my attention the most was the biggest one on the wall. It was a self portrait of herself in vivid and bright colors, and there were flowers of all kinds all around her. A noose was loosely hanging from her neck.
Abdiel was right. She was beautiful.
"Increadible," I breathed, "the detail...it looks so real..."
Abdiel nodded profusely, "She painted her feelings. Literally. Each one of these drawings and paintings has a hidden meaning behind it, mostly the way she was feeling while she worked on them."
I shook my head in disbelief. Each one of these works were so detailed. It was proof that an Elysian made them.

In the days of old, there were three classes of people. There were the Commoners, the Nobles, and the Elysians. When you were born, your DNA is immediately identified as one of the three.
If you were born a Commoner, you were to grow up as an average person. Nothing special. Although physically different from the rest, your vocation and level of education was what defined you. Your style of living is defined by what you worked as.
If you were born a Noble, you would grow up to become a person of importance, a leader of some kind, whether it was the next Great Leader or the head of a soup kitchen to feed the homeless. You were to lead a group of people towards the good...or towards the bad.
If you were born an Elysian, you would have one of the very rare gifts, and that's what defined you. It could be the ability to sing with great power that could move the hearts of thousands, write stories that are portals to other worlds, play instruments with sounds that could immediately bring any kind of emotion, and paintings that come to life. These people were dreamers, having very vivid imaginations.
But the class that you were born in does not mean that your offspring will be of the same class.
There was a time in history where the population of Elysians grew out of control in the country of Chrystus. So much that their creations were making people delusional and extremely emotional. Their talents became very controlling. So the Great Leader ordered the death of thousands of Elysians, and the people were seemingly gone for good. The Great Leader ordered all hospitals to kill any Elysian that was born.
Now, the country has lost its ability to express ideas, thoughts, or emotions.
Very few Elysians survived, and those people hide their identities with the cost of the lives of themselves and the people around them.
This is why finding Moriah is so important for me now. If someone finds out she's an Elysian, her family and anyone close to her will be erased from existance.
To be honest, I've grown a soft spot for the young boy and his father. Finding Moriah is the most important things for me to do right now.

I turned towards Abdiel.
"Let's go back upstairs."

𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴: 𝟷:𝟺𝟹 𝙰.𝙼. , 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙼'𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽.
𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶: 𝙶𝚁𝚈𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃
𝙿.𝙾.𝚅. : 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙾 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙲𝙷.

I sat at my desk, my team going over every single paper regarding the disappearance of Moriah Day Velasquez.
There were a couple pictures of her and her family. She seemed shy and bashful.
This is the information we have so far:
She went missing four days ago. She was last seen at the back of Tacos Del Cielo Mexican restaurant. Her father told me that she was taking out the trash. She didn't come back for a long time. Her father got concerned, so he went out back to see if she was still there.
She was gone.
The trash bag was in the middle of the lot, and tire marks were made in the mud. He called the police, and they called me over. At the moment, we're looking for the type of car she was taken in. This was a sloppy kidnapping, so it was fairly easy to track the car down, along with today's advanced technology.
"Got it," Harry, one of my coworkers, said aloud, "this is where she's being held hostage."
He pointed to a small red dot on the map projecting from a small device above the table with blue lights. All of us crowded around.
It wasn't far from here, just a few blocks away.
Now we're trying to figure out how to get her out of there without getting anyone -especially Moriah- hurt in the process.
My job at the moment is to contact Mr. Velasquez and tell him that his daughter has been located. But this must be in person. And, only beknownst to me, make sure that no one finds out that she's an Elysian. If my team found out that she is, she would be left to die.
After I tell them the news, I would take them to Grysher Hospital to see Moriah, where she will be checked for injuries and such.
I just hope no one finds out she's an Elysian.