(Name) was young. She had no idea she was special. She only thought of herself as a normal girl with a normal life. That was until she had that dream. The dream that changed her life.
A Dream
It's black. No, pitch black.
"Hello (name)." Said a voice. You look for any signs of beings, but there is nothing."You have been chosen to help a man fulfill his duties. You are now The Puppeteer. You shall guide him through this land. Make sure the job gets done. Good luck." A light started blinking. There was a man in a baseball suit. His cap and black hair covoured his eyes, only leaving a nose and mouth visible. All of a sudden a yellow light blinded you. You closed your eyes, later to open them again slowly. A man towered over you and his arms held you. You blushed and he put you down gently on the ground.
"Who are you? Where am I?" You said, your head pounding.
"I am The Batter. You need to help me on my mission. Right now we are in Zone 0." The Batter said as he looked around. "If you need to know, you are The Puppeteer. You will be my guide, my god." It felt weird being compared to a god.
"Me? A god? I think you got the wrong person, Batter. I'm just a girl from (city), not from the heavens." You said, looking down at your hands that rested in your lap. He grabbed your hand and pressed it too his lips. They were was chapped, yet enjoyable.
"It doesn't matter who you are, but to me, you ARE a god." His voice was deep. He put your hand back in place in your lap. He stood up, grabbing his wooden baseball bat and adjusting his cap. " Let's go Puppeteer." He said coldly. Jeez, he should've been the god, considering that you felt like he had the bigger hand. Maybe it was just you. You stood up slowly, your legs shaking from your own weight. You stumbled a bit before falling. Sadly, you were next to the waters. You were about to fall in until The Batter caught you.
"Are you okay?" He said, concern touching his voice.
"I'm okay." You said softly. You were not okay. You felt like your head was going to explode in any second. You decided to do an act for him. You stood up, leaving his arms. You floated a foot from the ground at this point. Your (colour) pj's were replaced by a black dress with orange on the hem. It reached below your knees. Your unbrushed hair was suddenly smooth. You bare feet was decorated with black boots. The heels were a bright orange. Finally, your (colour) hair had a orange cross on it. You went back to the ground.
"You are now a god," a voice said to you " you are in control of this prize? Destru-" The voice was cut off. When you turned around, The batter looked at you as if he had seen a ghost. You went to him and the strings connected. On your fingers orange threads were tied. You looked at them.
'I guess I am worth something. I'm not the girl that used to be scared. I'm different now. I matter now.'