I sit on my bed with my favorite notebook. Writing is one of my passions, so most of the time it's easy for me to write things. But this time, I couldn't think of anything. Sighing after recognizing the fact that I wouldn't be able to think of something, I put my notebook away. But I couldn't go to sleep, I twisted and turned, but I just couldn't. So instead, I just lay there. Listening to the soft noise of my clock, on my bedside table I slowly close my eyes and fall asleep. I awake to the noise of someone screaming. Instantly, I jump up and grab my sword, which was leaning against my bed. Forgetting that I hadn't got dressed, I dart outside, to see the body of a girl. I could tell she wasn't dead, but extremely injured. I picked her up gingerly, (she was surprisingly light) and carried her back to my house, forgetting that I had left my sword outside. When I walked in, still carrying her, something felt, different. But still, I had to help that girl. Slowly and carefully, I lie her down on a bed in my guest bedroom. It wasn't anything to be proud of, just a bed, a chest, a crafting table, and a clock. Once I had lay her down, I started to study her. She had a streak of white in her hair, tanned skin, an adventurous looking shirt, some jeans with a few holes, and some boots. Her hair was a beautiful black, but she was still, covered in blood. I did my best to help her while she was asleep, but I couldn't do much since I didn't have any health potions or anything to clean out her cuts. When I did as much as I could, I went back to my room to quickly write a note on a piece of paper, so she wouldn't get scared when she woke up. After leaving her that note, I went to bed, not even tired, but still, I somehow fell asleep.

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I wake up in a small bedroom, lying on a bed, barley able to move, I slowly look around. When I looked to my right, I see a piece of paper. Reaching out to grab it, I yelp from the pain of that small movement. Being more careful this time, I slowly reach out again, making sure not to move to fast, I finally grasp onto the paper. Once again, I slowly pull my hand back, still clenching onto the paper. Finally, once I have it close enough so that I can read it,so I of course, read it.

I know that your probably confused, and so am I, but I wish to sort things out once you feel you are healed. Meet me in the living room if you do you are, if you don't feel better by the end of the day, I'll come vist you. I'm sorry that I couldn't do more to help you, but I didn't have the right materials.

From,

Adam.

Then, after reading that, I remember what happened, well, not the whole thing, but part of it. All I remember was that I fell from the sky, and when I hit the ground all to much of how quick the pain filled my body, making me faint. I never thought that anything could hurt so bad, but I was wrong. I noticed that I was clenching my fists while thinking back to what happened[te1] . Realizing how terrified I was, I almost broke down crying. Is that going to be my only memory of what happened? Will I forget everything else that happens each night? No. It was a silly thought. Still trembling, I try to move, this time it's not as painful, but I still felt that I was going to need a lot more rest before I was fully healed, so I closed my eyes, and slowly, found myself drifting of into a peaceful sleep, or so I thought.

"Jewel, you must learn how to control it,"

"I stare at the man and nod my head. "ok" I close my eyes and concentrate on something.

"Jewel!" the man's voice sounded odd. I opened my eyes to see that he was soaking wet.

I giggle and the man lets out a laugh to.

But that moment did not last long. A frown appeared on his face.

"Jewel, run. Go back to your mother. And don't use your powers any more. Promise me"

With a shaky nod, I run of, with not a single clue of what was going on.

I wake up, my heart pounding. Why was that man wet? And why was he telling me, or who I thought is me, to not use my power? And what is my power? Why did I have to run? What happened to that man? And how come I couldn't make out his face? All of these questions came rushing into my mind, but I pushed them aside. I realized I was feeling much better, and decided to try and get up. Surprisingly, I did. And without any pain at all. Was I asleep that long? I shook my head. No. It's not possible. As I walk into Adams living room, surprisingly, he was there. He had brown hair, he was wearing a sweatshirt, jeans, and grey shoes. "Well, I'm glad to see your feeling better, but we need to talk."

Sorry this is so short guys! I hope you enjoy! Im looking forward to writing the next chapter

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