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The Long Lost Legend Ch 1Chapter 1
I sat behind the waterfall, out of sight of those creeps. I couldn't remember what happened clearly, but it was slowly coming back to me.
I had been going about my day, minding my own business in school, when the head-teacher calls me. Now, you know that when it comes to school, no-one obeys the 'Shirts tucked in! Ties up! Top button done up!' rule (of course there are a few, but you know those are the geeks). So I walked out of the class, straightening my uniform as I did, and walked down the eerie corridors to the heads office.
The corridors were filled with a bright light, which reflected off the glass on the picture frames. It was art that students from my year had done, and most of it was brilliant (there's always that one or two!), but the corridors still seemed to hold a darkness. For me, it was a bit like a hospital. You're walking down the wards, and yet, behind all those creepy wooden doors, anything could be going on. As you can tell, my imagination is a bit warped
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Naadira woke in her own flat. After sleeping for what felt like eternity, she wanted to know a lot of things. She sat up in the darkness and slipped out of bed. She went over to her drawers and pulled on black combat trousers and a tight black top that ended just before her navel. Naadira smiled as she pulled on a new black hoodie that found on the end of her bed. She picked up the note beside it and went to open the curtains. Once the curtains were open, Naadira read the message. As she read on, her smile began to broaden and she began to chuckle. After she finished reading, she binned the note with a simple whisper:
"Oh Rich, you do make me laugh." Naadira picked her PDA up and slipped it in her pocket before entering the kitchen. She picked up an apple and sat on the side, eating her apple and thinking over the events that seemed to have happened a day ago. Naadira's phone buzzed on her hip and she looked at the message from Rich.
'You were out for a day. Now get down here
'That is life' 2Chapter 2: A Downfall
Urei put her bags down in her room and changed into some more comfortable clothes. She then went downstairs and found a note on the fridge from her grandparents.
'Darling, we are going to the hospital because Grandpa has suddenly become ill. Food is in the fridge. You know the emergency numbers, but if you need to go to someone, go to the next door neighbour or Sumi's.' Urei rolled her eyes and binned the note. She had been through this one hundred times over. She unplugged her laptop from the charger and headed back upstairs to her room. Urei, being a closed and quiet girl, generally did a lot of reading and writing. Sometimes she wrote her feelings down. Just single words in graffiti or something like that; but she didn't feel like doing that today. Urei pulled out her geography book from the last school year and skimmed through it until she came to the history part.
"Napoleon " She muttered. "No thanks." She turned the page. "The American Revolution. The o
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Naadira had a bad feeling in her heart as she and Rich ran towards the other assassin.
'Why would Wesley set off the alarms? He's not the type of Oh CRAP!'
"RICH!" Naadira called.
"I forgot to turn on the automatic delete on the computers! Wesley has access to all the computer files if he so wished!"
"NAADIRA YOU IDIOT!!!" Rich yelled.
"Get me later, get the assassin now!" Naadira called back.
"WHOA!" Rich pulled Naadira down by a bush. "Look!" Rich aimed his gun at the shady figure wearing the rain coat on the corner of the street. His trousers were drenched right up to his waist and he looked like he had jumped in a sewer. Rich took aim, but Naadira knocked him as he shot the bullet.
"That's WELSEY!!!" She whispered furiously. Rich looked at her curiously. She drew her finger across her throat, and Rich's eyes widened. They both got up and ran in the direction they had come from.
"Whoa " Rich stopped in the middle of the street. He pulled out
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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