She Awakes

The first thing that greeted her was a scalding fire beneath her skin.

A boiling lava inside her veins. Scorching her.

A sea of ice turning her cells to crystals, chilling her insides to death.

Something living that lay dormant inside of her, like an ancient monster waking up, begun to push and pull at her insides, wanting to break through her bones and skin.

She could not breath even when her jaws were widening into an impossible angle.

No sound but blood gurgling out.

She could not think but her mind was trying to desperately hold on to something important.

Something that she should remember but faded away quickly like the wind.

Pain. Unimaginable, blinding pain raked her body. Making her dance a grotesque dance.

Fear squeezed her heart and filled her mind with chaos.

It was not until darkness grabbed her harshly that her consciousness woke up in clarity.

She did not want to die. She did not want to die. She did not want to die.

Her conviction to stay alive did not stop as nothing surrounded her like strands of cocoon, binding her to

her fate.

That was how a regular human was reborn into a magnificent world. A world where magic is possible.

Life was still within her. And her life became a stream of color so bright it rivaled the rainbow. Her

strand of fate changing from a plain faded brown to a red strand of vermilion hue.

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Chante's luck was bad. Her report was due today at noon, yet her stupid old car had to take this moment to rebel against her.

The old beat up car could not start up even after trying to revive it to life several times.

She hit the steering wheel as if it was a horse that would obey her and start galloping towards the Nightingale Headquarters.

She sighed in frustration and unbuckled her seat-belt to get out.

Time was ticking and she knew that she would be in big trouble with boss.

The first month of rookie training was grueling. She did not want to lose everything she worked hard for because of her stupid car acting up again.

She looked around and saw that she was on Petrov avenue. An old majestic building of a museum was across the street facing her were three human sized statue figures that looked life-like as if they would start walking any moment. she recognized from her history class they were the known figures that had played a good role in the border town fourteen centuries ago. The Secretary Barov, the first lady Anna, and the founder of Border Town, Prince Roland who named himself as the president.

On the side was a library and a small smoothie shop. Endless business building. No car shop in sight. Behind Chanteuse were old dilapidated apartment complex. The stench of poverty and neglected bothered her. She paced on the sidewalk as she took out her phone and looked at the time. It was already 11 o'clock. She swiped her screen to call one of her friends and waited for their phone to ring.

Meanwhile on the other side of the street. Dark intentions thicken. The girl began to wake.

Everything was in its place.

The wheel of fate was turning and destinies were waiting.