A/N: I had to reload all chapters because of a problem I found in the story. I fixed it by my goodness it takes a lot of effort to fix things ^_^
Chapter One
A single eye of flame seemed to amass in a black abyss. Its terrifying appearance accompanied by a thick and steady thrum, and a harsh, coarse whisper. Her mind seemed to see it come closer and closer. The whisper becoming clearer and clearer though remaining inaudible. Her thoughts straining to hear what was being said, though she knew it was something she may never understand. She allowed her thoughts to flow with the violent thrum of the giant eye. Though it came closer and closer. A burning sensation of evil seeped through the young girls skin and that one feeling woke her screaming.
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Laurel sat with her back against a tree, the fine bark starting to make her itch. Her hand scribbling a messy handwriting across the leather journal in her lap. She seemed to be in a trance, writing and never stopping. Her dark blue eyes looked thoughtfully at the sheets of paper before her, they swept over the words she had just written:
I know that I am not the only one. Others must dream about an adventure, a new world and new mysteries. I could not possibly be the only one who thinks about these things, there are more than 6 billion people in the world and one teenage girl could not be the only one who feels like their being pulled in the direction of something more important than grades, and boys and high school and getting somewhere good, where my future will be decided. I know that I will do more, more than I ever believed was possible of me. I may not know now but I will, I have to. I can't even comprehend a world where nothing happens to me, there has to be more.
Laurel looked over the worlds she had just written and seemed satisfied with incomprehensible thoughts placed on the page. Her long elegant fingers closed the journal and put it away in to her canvas shoulder bag. She hoisted herself up and squared her shoulders, attempting to prepare herself for another day at school.
She walked across the parking lot, dodging the odd skateboarder and smoker, those who had been pushed off direct school property. The girl's name was Laurel May Clark. She had been one of the many children who's lives had been affected by the death of their parents. It made her seek solitude, made her want to be on her own, in other words she was a loner. At least that was how she was seen at school. It had been a tough few years and they had hit her hard. She was in her 12th year at school and wanted nothing more than to get the school thing over with and get the hell out of there. The harsh wind threw back her shoulder length brown hair, which she tucked back behind her ear. She forced her way through the winds up to the front doors that had held her in already for three years, and would for one more.
School had never been enjoyable to her, it was easy enough, but there were the politics and the harsh reality that she had lost her friends when she had needed them most. She had been a wreck when she lost her mom, it was something she had never thought would happen to her but it had and it wasn't going to stop like in a dream. She had last seen her mother a bleak December morning last year, the woman dashed out late for work and she never came home. She died in a car accident, her car had been pinned to a guard rail by a truck and the medics couldn't get through, her mother died of blood loss. It is a tough thing to lose a parent, but with the death of Laurels mother, her fathers spirit died as well. He seemed to fall in on himself and though he functioned, it was only by a small amount. Her life had been spotted with small tragedies and pain. It was as though her dreams of a future adventure filled the void that had been ripped into her with the losses and fear she had lived with since she was born.