Project Ashren

CHAPTER 1

 Heylo! First chapter of ma first Wattpad story! Yay! Ima just say a few quick things to prevent any confusion;

 The story is in first person, the main character's name is Vida Azura, aaaaaaannnndddd that's all you need to know for now! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Head spinning, I gasped for air, searching for a space of silence and solitude, unable to find peace, trapped in myself. My throat was dry, my eyes stung, and my hands were blistered raw from training. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, swallowing hard, trying to ignore the heavy bile rising in my throat. I peeled my eyes open, not wanting to see the terrifying scene playing in my head anymore. My breaths were shaky, and there were goosebumps lining my arms despite the heat.

 Stupid nightmares.

 The room was dark, I was barely able to make out the rocky walls due to the darkness of the room. I sat up, the small bed creaking under me, and took deep breaths trying to calm my racing thoughts. It was so hard to tell the difference anymore, whose thoughts were who's. They seem to race between our two minds, teasing us to catch them. It was an odd sensation, not knowing if your thoughts were your own, if your feelings were really yours, sharing them with someone else, someone you'd never met, but simply talked to. It was nice having someone to talk to though. No one ever talks around here, well... not to me. Everyone's too busy being all silent and brooding, plotting their plans of evil take over.

 My room was cold, as usual, much like the people here, I thought trying-but failing-not to roll my eyes. Reluctantly, I slowly untangled myself from the mess of blankets and stood, trying to keep my bed from creaking as much as possible. Grabbing my cloak from the hook next to my bed, I looked around my small, bleak room, unable to stop myself from thinking; Most teenagers my age would have beautiful rooms three times this size, bejeweled clothes of elegance, a comfy bed, a safe home, friends, family. . . . I clenched my jaw, don't go there. Do not go there. Every time you go, it's harder coming back.

 I sighed closing my eyes.

 Hey, I transmitted. You up?

 I waited.

 Please respond, please respond, please respond.

 No response.

 I sighed again, shrugging on my cloak, walking in front of the square mirror nailed to the wall over my small, white sink. I ran my hands through my caramel colored hair, satisfied at its smoothness despite my-usually out of control in the morning-spirals. I pulled my hair back, into what might've been the smallest ponytail you'd ever see-my hair didn't even reach my shoulders-and pulled the hood over my head, covering my unnaturally dark blue, denim eyes. My eyes are how I got my-I guess you could call it a-codename, Sapphire (I still don't understand why my codename is Sapphire when my eyes are denim...). A small smile formed on my lips, Glimmer was the one who gave me that name. We were practically inseparable.

 My smile faded.

 Until she got away. Her and-what's his name-Tam. They got away. She'd finally done the thing they had both been plotting and planning on for so long. I really try to be happy for her, and I am, but it's hard. It's hard knowing she got away with someone. Someone who had just began to endure the torture, the solitude. Someone who only knows snippets of the plan. Someone who doesn't even know Glimmer.

 Someone who's not me.

 At least she got away...

 At least she got away... the thought that had been rolling between my-our-minds ever since I heard the news. Since I was told.