Golden Grakeii

Chapter 1 "Dreams Come True"

"She isn't like the others. Strange, no longer human. She is a threat, and we have to-"
"No, not yet." The sly voice runs a shiver down my back. "Not until we know what she is capable of."

The first man, although blurry, has dark black hair, which is shuffled around constantly with a nervous hand. The older man, who is more calm and collected, sits in an immense purple chair across me.

I hide behind the fallen dresser, but the old man knows I'm here. I can feel it. A sword lashes out with incredible speed in front of me, against my neck.

"This is the one." The black-haired frail teenager states. "Her wrist."

I glance at it, and before I know it- The sword slashed it against my wrist, and I scream myself awake.

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There is a very dim light escaping my window as I jump up, a thin layer of sweat escaping my body. My wrist stings, and I look at it. A thin, but long cut is shown. Blood drips off the inside my wrist on to my bed sheets. I look around, and the dream comes back to me like a slap in the face.

I must have scratched myself. I must have been having a bad dream, and thrashed my arm out and cut myself. That's what my parents say after I tell them that morning, anyway.

I wrap a bandage around it, flinching with every move. I dress in dark skinny jeans and a purple sweatshirt for school, and glance in the mirror.

My gray eyes reflect my small mirror, and I fix my dark hair into a French braid. A movement passes through the mirror, and I spin around, heart thumping.

Nothing.

I turn back around, and the grey in my eyes swirl. I blink, and it stops. Then I vaguely hear a screeching sound as something behind me breaks.

It was my picture frame. It's placed in the exact same spot as before, but millions of cracks make there way in the glass.

What's happening?
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At school, I feel better. My best friend cheers me up as she announces she is going on a date after school to the fair. I cheer her on, and then all of a sudden I feel light headed.

"Jen, I'm gonna go to the restroom, okay?" I grab my backpack and shuffle away.

"Okay, Ariana... but first period starts in 3 minutes so-"

I walk away, heart thumping fast. The world is starting to shift and turn before my eyes, and I barely make it to the public bathroom sink before I throw up right then and there.

After a recovery, I feel better. A headache has come by, but my dizziness has passed. My wrist twitches and relief floods my body.

My eyes advert my gaze to it, and I rip the bandage off, finding a clean wrist. No cut, nothing.

I drop the bandage, and look in the mirror. I can't seem to control my breathing, and my fingers on the now cut-free hand tingle. The door to the bathroom opens slowly, and my hand flies out in that direction. The door slams shut and locks on its own.

I bite back a scream. "oh my gosh-" I whisper, and my hand shoots out a golden light before dimming away.

In the palm of my hand, is a golden bird tattoo. It shimmers as I examine it. Where did this come from?

I unlock the bathroom door, wrapping the bandage over the bird instead of my wrist.

Mrs. Mahan, my health teacher, stands outside the door. "Would you like to tell me why you are skipping class?"

"I'm not skipping, I just had to go to the restroom-"

"for 45 minutes? I don't think so." the teacher shakes her head, and I follow her to the office, sighing.

I thought I was in there for about 5-6 minutes at the most.

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School ends, and also my detention Solon enough. I need to talk to Jen, ASAP.

I grab my stuff out of my locker and shuffle to the door. Before I make it though, a hand stops me.

"We need to talk, Ariana Fields." The boy- which should I mention, I have never seen before- stares at me gently. The gray eyes, like my own, swirl. Swirl.... like this morning... before I broke the picture frame. No, no. There is no way I broke that.

The boy looks about my age, his dark hair curling on the ends. He is very handsome, with his edgy black shirt and dark pants. He smirks, as if he knows what I'm thinking.

"Who, exactly, are you?" I speak as confidently as possible. Forcing myself to straighten my back, I take a step away from this boy.

"Dylan Garvey, Grakeii." He holds out his hand, and I cower away from it.

"Grakeii...?" I pronounce on my tongue. That word runs a shiver down my spin for the 10000000 time that day.

Footsteps sound behind me, gaining closer. My heart races, and Dylan grabs my hand. "We need to go NOW." He pulls me to him- wait, no, behind him. The footsteps reveal a familiar face.

"Wait, stop. It's just Zach." I whisper, baffled. Zach winks at me, as if he heard what I said. He gracefully walks past us, eyes on me. Then he stops. Turns to Dylan and says, "Why so tense?"

Suddenly my bandage starts glowing. The bandage shrivels off, smoking. My golden bird remains. Both boys stare at it, in awe. But they aren't surprised.

But me, on the other hand- I almost pass out on the spot.

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