Hey everybody! So this is my first fanficton, and I hope that everyone likes it. Please feel free to review and give me criticism and advice. While this is based on Bleach, I am taking artistic liberty with the end of the winter war and the events taking place during it. This chapter, I am afraid, you will just have to deal with, I promise that the Bleach characters will come into play next chapter and this is necessary for back story. Also, this is really more of a preface, hence the short chapter, but unfortunately that isn't a choice on here. ^_^ PS. The name of the main charachter is pronounced Ma-ray-a
I also do not own Bleach, or any other product/literary work/song/ etc. mentioned in this story, but I wish I did! ^_^
Chapter 1
In her dreams
8 years ago
She was perfect. Her blood lines were impeccable. She was strong, the only person alive who could bear my voice, let alone deal with my habitation of her body. She was also beautiful, a wonderful vessel that I was proud to be in. While she slept I came to her in her dreams, the astral plain being the only one I could communicate with her in at this point in time.
'Hello Mirella'
'Who are you?' she replied, with a small voice, obviously scared.
'I am someone who has come to save the world, will you help me?' I asked in the gentlest voice I could achieve.
'What do I have to do?' she questioned.
'For now, just wait. I will protect you until the time comes that will decide the fate of the world we know. I must warn you of something though…' I told her. I had originally planned to not tell her, knowing that she may no longer agree to join, but I couldn't let the 13 year old girl enter my world without knowing what lay ahead of her. 'You will feel more sorrow than anyone in your life.'
I could see her want of a good cause battling with her need for a happy life. My faith in the child paid off when she replied stoically, 'I would gladly give up some happiness for the world I love. I will join you.'
I then said softly, 'Thank you, my child. Forgive me, but this will hurt'
As I moved my spirit into her, the screaming began. If I could have shed a tear, I would have. This was only the beginning…
Present Day
Mirella-
I emerged from the shower in a haze of steam, blinking my eyes to clear the remaining grogginess before my day started. I gathered my books and threw on a pair of baggy jeans, oversized t-shirt, and flip-flops. I grabbed a Pop-Tart from the kitchen to eat on my way and threw my long hair into a ponytail. Don't get me wrong, I know I'm a pretty girl but dressing up is such a pain in the ass. I reflected on my dream from last night.
That silky sweet voce came to me again as it had off and on for 7 years, telling me the time was not yet here for action. While I am not superstitious, I couldn't help but wonder why, when at the naïve age of 13, agreeing to save the world, the voce kept returning. It was painful and healing to listen to at the same time. The gentle tone was always used with me, but I could feel the power in it as it seemed to echo on itself in my mind.
Last night's communiqué was different than before. Instead of the usual 'wait my child,' or 'I am protecting you,' the voice said 'The time of waiting is over, we will act soon.'
I can't lie; this had me a bit worried. As I stated before, I am not superstitious, but one has to wonder what will come to pass when the protection I was told about had already shown itself in multiple ways. For example, the car accident when I was sixteen in which I collided with a semi. All that was left of my car was the driver's seat and a perfectly fine me with only a bruise from the seatbelt. That and I rarely get sick. I should say never. I haven't been sick with more than a slight cough in 8 years. There was also the base jumping accident… I was worried now about what was in store for me.
My day passed as every other one normally did. I dragged my way through classes and then work. My best friend Ashley told me about her boy issues while my best guy friend, Danny, tried to convince me to let him give me a makeover. Which I refused. As always. I don't believe it is necessary to mention that he is flamboyantly gay and keeps himself made up better than most women. He believes he can make me a super model. I have told him repeatedly that at my staggering height of 5 foot 2 inches, I would never be a model.
We were making our way home from the restaurant where we worked when I began to feel light headed. I stopped for a moment and my friends gave me a weird look. They knew about my tendency to never take an honest sick day, because I never needed one.
"Are you okay, chick?" Ashley asked me.
"Yeah, you don't look so hot," Danny chimed in, "and I don't mean in the 'you never dress nice' way."
"Thanks," I replied dryly, knowing that Danny would try to get a barb in about my lack of style some way or another. "I don't feel so hot either."
That was a lie. I could feel a fever beginning to set in. At least, I assumed that was what it was since I hadn't had one in a while. I could feel the heat on my neck and head building. It began to snake down my spine and make my hands and feet tingle. Wait, is this really normal? I asked myself. I don't ever remember it spreading to my arms and legs, or even my back for that matter. My head started pulsing, each spasm sending a new wave of heat through my body.
"I need to get home," I told my friends shakily. I took another step and collapsed to the ground. My friends hovered over me and tried to help me back up but it was to no avail.
'TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO STEP BACK.'
The voice ripped through my head like a wrecking ball, shattering everything in my mind. I screamed from the pain of it, holding my hands to my ears. The burning kept getting worse as I struggled to remain conscious. Ashley's arm underneath me, trying to lift me up, jogged me back to the world outside my head long enough to yell at them to get back for a minute. As soon as they stepped back I felt myself burst into flame.
Then everything went black.
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Well, it's a start! Please review, I love to be given advice and hope there is someone out there who will enjoy my story. If I can make one person happy by reading it, I have succeeded! Thank you!
~Echo