He walked into the cave to be met by many quartz crystals reflecting the walls with a soft glow. His gaze fell onto a particular crystal which reflected his gaze but soon, with a brief flash of light, shown an image of a girl walking down the street. The girl had dark brown shoulder length and eyes as green as moss. She wore simple a simple shirt and jeans along with a brown leather jacket. She carried a pack made of the same type of leather, only darker in color. She looked around trying to find someone in the crowd of people.
"Is this her," he whispered, his fingers gliding over the crystal.
The girl continued to walk down the street, a necklace glancing into view. A black stone of some sort of shape.
"Is that. ."
Merel woke up, the sun shining through the curtains of her room. Her alarm was blaring for her to wake up. Groaning, Merel slammed her hand onto the snooze button and slowly sat up in bed. She scratched her already messy hair and started to move the blankets off her. Throwing open the curtains, she was greeted with the bustling of the city streets.
"Of course," Merel sighed as she turned from the window and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face.
Emrys.
Merel straightened up, looking for the voice's source, only to find nothing.
"Weird," Merel continued glancing around as she reached for a towel to dry her face.
Exiting the bathroom with a brush through her hair, she crossed the carpet to her desk where her mirror sat. Sitting down, she finished brushing her hair and starting putting on enough makeup to hide the redness on her face.
Emrys.
Merel glanced around the room and saw something reflecting the sun on her bedside table. Getting up, she walked over and picked up a black stone in the shape of three spirals forming into a triangle. Against the palm of her hand, it felt warm, and as she wrapped her fingers around the stone, the heat raced up her arm and through her body.
Find Emrys, the voice seemed so familiar to Merel as she fell onto her bed, her legs too weak to keep her standing. Find the man known as Emrys.
"Merel, breakfast is ready," Janice, Merel's mother called to her, snapping her out of the trance Merel was in.
"Wha. . Yeah. Coming," Merel called down and she quickly pulled the leather cord attached to the stone around her neck.
Merel threw on a simple pair of jeans and a red t-shirt before pulling on her leather jacket and grabbing her school bag to head downstairs.
"See you Mom," Merel called as she opened the front door.
"Wait," Janice went into the main entry way and handed Merel a few dollar bills. "For lunch."
Merel smiled as her mother kissed the top of her head. "Thanks mom, I'll be home late."
"Where will you be going after school," Janice asked, leaning against the doorframe watching her daughter hopped down the steps.
"I saw a game store a few blocks from here," Merel pulled an apple from her jacket pocket. "Who knows, maybe I'll go exploring."
"Just be safe," Janice called after her daughter before turning back into her house to clean up the breakfast mess.
"See ya," Merel called back, as she walked down the sideway, joining the bustling of the streets.
Tossing her leather pack over her shoulder, she walked down the street towards her new high school. She and her mother just moved to town after Merel was expelled for defending a kid from a bully. The bully, of course went to the hospital and Janice told her how lucky they were that that family didn't sue.
Emrys.
The word made her halt her chewing. She looked around, but nothing caught her eye. She only saw people and cars passing by on their way to work or school. She began to make her way down the street away just to feel as though she was being watched. The stone clicked against her shoulder and fearing that it would break, Merel quickly dropped the stone on the inside of her shirt, letting it hit the skin above her heart.
Warmth filled her chest and body and she continued to chewing on her apple.
Merel walked onto the property of her new high school just as the bell ran signifying the start of the school day. Following the sea of students, Merel entered into the school and kept close to the walls until he got to the main office. Merel pushed the door inside and found a parent yelling at the person behind the counter.
"How dare you expel my son from this school," the mother slammed the palm of her hand against the counter. "I demand to see the principal."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but Principal Pengalson isn't in at the moment," the woman stated. "Perhaps I can make an appointment for a time when he's in?"
"I'm not leaving until I see him," the mother demanded.
"The vice principal is currently in," the woman suggested. "I could see if he's available to see you instead."
"Sure," the mother droned sarcastically. "Let me talk with the vice principal because he able to help me."
"I'm sure I can be of some assistance," an elderly male voice sounded behind Merel, causing her to jump. "You must be Jeremy's mother, Seira Johnson right?"
"I am," the mother, Mrs. Johnson grimaced at the man standing behind Merel. The man wore a classic tweed jacket over a simple white dress shirt. With his grey hair, Merel guessed that the man looked to be in his early sixties.
"And you must be Vice Principal Gaius Charles," Mrs. Johnson turned to face him.
Gaius? Why does that name sound familiar? Merel shook her head slightly, trying to rid the mild headache that began to form behind her eyes.
"Hey Charles," a young boy, presumably Jeremy, stood up from the waiting couch his shoulder tensed in ready to fight. "Why the hell was I expelled."
"I think this would be best if we spoke in my office," Vice Principal Charles laid a hand on Merel's shoulder and directed her the counter. "Susan, will you be so kind as to help out our new student."
"Of course Gaius," the woman, Susan, smiled.
"Mrs. Johnson, Jeremy. Please follow me."
Vice Principal Charles began walking down the hall behind the front counter toward his office, not checking to see if mother and son would follow. Merel and Susan watched as mother and son reluctantly followed the Vice Principal back to his office.
"I sorry about that," Susan breathed a sigh of relief, turning her attention to Merel. "It's usually pretty quiet in the mornings."
"What happened anyway," Merel asked, adjusting his backpack. "Why was that kid expelled."
"Jeremy? Well, I'm sure you'll find out later on," Susan shrugged. "He was expelled for possession of some heavy duty drugs and even carried a combat knife on campus. Even going as far as to get into a huge fight with the Principal's son. Jeremy use to be on the football team and was a grade B student. Unfortunately, those things don't help when you break multiple school rules."
"That's pretty intense," Merel eyes widened at the thought that so much could happen at her new school. "Does stuff like this happen often?"
"This is actually pretty rare," Susan smiled. "Ever since Uther Pengalson became principal, the number of crimes occurring on campus have dropped dramatically."
"Huh," Merel nodded, noticing the yelling coming from the Vice Principal's office. "The mom must not be taking it very well."
"Yes, well that's to be expected," Susan sighed. "This is one of the top high schools in the area, but enough about that. What you're name dear?"
"Oh. Merel Emitson. I need my school schedule and a locker."
"Of course Merel," Susan smiled as she typed away on her computer.
"This isn't over," Mrs. Johnson yelled as Vice Principal Charles escorted her and her son out of the front office. "My husband's a lawyer. We can sue you for every penny."
"I'm sorry to hear that Mrs. Johnson," Vice Principal Charles sighed. "However, rules are rules. You are very lucky we didn't get the police involved. I suggest you accept the fact that your son is not the angel you believe him to be."
Merel and Susan watched as Vice Principal Charles almost literally shoved Mrs. Johnson and Jeremy out of the front office and out of the school. Susan wa busy collecting Merel's schedule and locker number and combo and V.P. Charles walked back inside.
"This generation of parents," V.P. Charles sighed, taking out a handkerchief out from the inside of his jacket and dabbed his forehead. "Ah, Merel Emitson, I see you're finally getting your schedule. Was Susan talking your ear off?"
"Oh no," Merel chuckled nervously. "She was just educating me on the goings on at this school. Don't want to be fed to the sharks on my first day."
"That's very true," V.P. Charles laughed heartily. "Well, we shouldn't be keeping you any longer. Homeroom is almost over."