1 The Discovery 1.1

It felt like in the short time it took to walk up the grey stone steps; to the giant wooden doors of the monastery; was a full life time. Each step was like a beat of my heart, heavy and slow. The rain pouring down; was like the tears I fought back. I could feel the weight on my back as depression took over, and my eyes where as empty as a lost soul. I wanted to die, along with the body I was carrying on my back. My back filled with chills, from the corpse of my dead master. The corpse shielded me, keeping part of me dry, as I dragged him to the sacred temple that we were supposed to report to. Each step was like a year we spent together flashing before my eyes, and now because of me it will all end.

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Where am I? Oh wait I've seen this before. This is the forest of song on the out skirts of Freya. The forest sat North, bordering the town monastery. Freya is lush and has green trees all around. It lies in a valley between two mountain peaks that have been asleep. They say, the direct line between the mountain peaks, is the border between the spirit realm and the human plain. I remember this place so well, but why am I here walking? I smell the salt water from the approaching clouds. The wind carries the sent as it blows, it gently swirls around me. Why can't I remember? What am I here for? No wait, what's this blue light? I remember this! I've seen that man. Why is he looking back? No; You must focus! A raging static orb of electricity will kill you! I must move my feet; I must stop this! I can't watch this again!

"NO NOT AGAIN!"

Sounds of static and sparks flew through the wind in the area, as if only meant to reach my ears. I could feel the little shocks kiss my checks, my hands, and flow through me.

"MASSSSTERRRRR!"

Wet tears slowly began rolling down my pale white cheeks. They tasted salty like the wind. I couldn't see. It's as if I died, everything's a blur. I reached out, but what for? I can feel something cold and clammy on the tips of my fingers.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, jumping up in bed, gasping for air. Calming myself as I laid back down on my pillow. "Those dreams again, more like a nightmare." I sigh heavily.

The room was dark. I can feel the sweat dripping out of every pore on my body. Every time I wake up, I'm afraid to open my eyes, afraid it will continue. It's been three days now, and I am consumed by this dream every night since that fateful day. I wiped the tears from my cheek, my hand is small and rough, but I have always liked my slender fingers the only feminine part of me. I licked the tears from my left pointer finger, as it trickled down from the tip to the palm. It's as salty, and as sweet as I remember from the nightmare. I groan at the fact that the alarm's going off. The song that's playing is sort of depressing to listen too. Guess that means it's time for school, I should get ready, but I have no motivation to go today either.

Knock, knock.

"Stacy, you up yet?" A girl's voice called from outside the door.

"Yeah! I'll be there soon just leave without me!" I call out, I don't really feel like getting up just yet.

I live in a dorm room with the other students who attend Wellesley Privet Academy. The male dorms are separate from the girls, from middle school grades and up.

I think I'm ready now.

Bag: check

Books: check

Pens/pencils: check

Cell: check

Is there anything else I'm missing? Looking around my room, I grab a few extra things. I'll bring them just in case. I stuffed them into my bag. That should do it, time to go. I race out of my room for the elevator. The schools not too far but if I don't hurry I will be late.

"Stacy, you made it!" The girl from earlier shouts excitedly.

"Yep sure did." I bare a smile for her.

This girl jumping up and down on me is Jen. She's 17 like me and is really petite. Her brown hair is long; the tips reaching to the base of her back and shimmers in the sun. I wish I could be like her. Her smile is always so warm and welcoming; I however; always feel like I'm wearing a mask. I've never thought of myself as a beauty. I'm average at best When I am to dress as scrubby as a boy no one can tell that I am a girl. I'm 5'8, and have short brown hair. The only trait I like about myself is my dark blue eyes. Jen is always telling me how skinny I am, and that my tomboy attitude makes me popular, but I think that's her nice way of trying to make me feel better about my washboard figure. The bell rang; I hurried off to my desk before the homeroom teacher comes into the class.

"Hurry and get in your seats so I can take roll call." Mr. Rogers says soon as he walks in. He always wants to get right to it, and not waste time.

I've always been good at school, but sometimes I fall behind, like in math. I use to have a tutor; however, he's gone now. So I'll have to keep up on my studies on my own. My favorite teacher is Mr. O'Brian. He always has amusing stories to tell. There have been times, he'd get wrapped up so much in his own story, he'd forget about the lesson we were learning.

"Miss Lenings since you have time to day dream instead of paying attention to my lecture, I want you to come up and solve this next math problem." I dislike this teacher more than any of them. Not many teachers here like me, and tend to pick on me because I might miss a few extra classes then most students, but they're all excused.

"Miss Lenings!"

"I'm coming." I grumbled standing from my desk. I took the chalk from Mr. Rogers who's hovering over me, and walking to the black board.

"Okay Miss. Lenings can you solve:

x + y = 11

3x - y = 5"

I wrote the problem on the board as he read out the equation. I could imagine what I was taught before Lance stopped teaching me. You see to solve the problem you have to first solve for Y for the first equation, I said out loud, imagining his voice in my head as I scribbled on the board.

x – x+ y = 11 – x

That gives you

y = 11 – x

Then you umm…Shoot the memory had faded. I can't think of the next step! What was the next step? Think! Trying hard to remember, I rub my head. I could hear my classmates exchanging whispers and giggling.

"We're waiting Miss Lenings" Mr. Rogers sneered with victory at making me look like a fool.

Ding, dong

Phew saved by the bell. Turning I head back to my desk handing the teacher the chalk.

"All right class we'll continue this lecture tomorrow, do problems 1 through 40, they are due the start of class tomorrow, you may go." Mr. Roger called out as we hurried out of the class. Not like he needs to tell us the homework assignment, it is always on the board for us to write down.

"Don't worry Stacy; I'm sure you would have solved it if the bell hadn't rung." Jen tries to encourage me.

I faked a smile thanking her as we walked to our next class together. She always seems to have faith in me, as if I can do anything. English class was the second period of the day. Mr. O'Brian jumped right into his lecture about Shakespeare's Hamlet. I found myself drifting in my own thoughts though I find myself having issues paying attention today. Well last few days. All I could hear was the sound of mumbling in the background of my own thoughts. I kept thinking about my dreams I often used this period like today to write in my dream journal. I had been keeping track of my dreams, ever since I was little and was taught to write. I felt like there was always something to them, but never figured it out.