Chapter One These are the Chosen Children?
What does it mean to go on an adventure? Does it mean, traveling to distant lands, fighting not just the elements but the obstacles that were place stop anyone from reaching their goal. Then, at the end of the adventure, there is a huge reward for your efforts of completing this adventure and everyone remembers you deeds you have accomplished. To some people, that is what it manes to go on an adventure, and that is not wrong. This is the kind of an adventure that everyone has been told about in many stories. However, some adventures are not that linear. Some adventures begin with a one goal in mind, but then change drastically when it comes to the end. They also contain major changes with the people as they move along on this journey. Some of these changes are for the better, while some will be stuck with them forever. These kinds of adventures are not about the end goal, but rather the adventure itself and this is what this story is all about.
After a long and hard winter, which several businesses are still trying to pick themselves up and meteorologist still scratching their head of this phenomenon, summer has finally arrived in Neonburgh. This metropolis was bustling with the youth, who were not just trap because of the long winter but they have finally game their freedom away from school. The sidewalks were full of families with their children, who were excitedly darting around the slow-moving adults, and were all enjoying the warm weather and clean blue skies. Several of buildings hum as the air conditioner units tired their best to cool down the people inside. The warm weather brought excitement to the people around Neonburgh, and the mail carrier could tell that as he was making his rounds in an apparent complex.
The mail carrier made his way down the hall, all the while dabbing his handkerchief on his forehead to remove the sweat that began to for on his forehead. Every delivery he made, his bag became lighter and his thoughts about what he will do after work became clearer. As he placed his dap handkerchief back into his pocket, he stopped in front of apartment number 742. This apartment look like the rest, a brown down with a sliver doorknob and black wooden numbers hanging in the middle. There were only a few differences between these, such as Diaz written on a white paper right under the numbers. Also, there were several cardboard moving boxes resting right next to the door and absorbing the summer sunlight. Out of instinct, the mail carrier dug around his bag that hung on his side and pull out a manila envelope. It had some bulk inside and it was address to a Jake Diaz to this address. Wiping nearly formed sweat on his forehead, the mail carrier place the manila envelope down leaning against the door, rang the bell twice, knock three times, and made his way to the next apartment.
Light footsteps echo inside the apartment as the door slowly open letting out the cool AC air out into the open. Rubbing his nose trying to stop the inching that had suddenly appeared, an 11-year-old athletic boy stood in front of the door way. He lean his head a bit into the hallway and glace down at the mail carrier who was several doors away with his with his light green eyes, which had the mischievous look of youth that some people lost over time. A small breeze rush past the hallway and ruffled his short cherry brown hair, that look like it could use a trim. Stepping forward and looking behind the door, the boy's eyes widen as he saw the manila envelope. Rolling up his shelves of his slightly grass stained orange and red jersey with the number 7 in red on the back and the words 'Star Blast' on the front, and smoothing out his tan shorts, they boy picked up the manila envelope that had his name on it and rush back inside.
Jake shake the package several times, trying to guess weight and feel of the item. He stopped in front of a dresser with a mirror hanging above and several pictures. The picture contained images of mostly him and his mother, a woman who had the same hair color of his. Right in the middle was a picture of a youth soccer team with Jake in the middle holding up the championship trophy, a feat that Jake was proud of to this very day. Ripping one of the sides of the envelope, Jake shake out two items that feel into his hand. One was a small piece of paper that was folded in half, while the other one small package that was wrapped in newspaper. Every part of Jake wanted to rip open the package first then letter, just like he did every birthday and Christmas. Yet he resisted the temptation, for he had an idea who this was from, and unfolded the paper first. His light green eyes race across the paper as he read the note:
Dear Striker,
Hey! I hope the move with your mom went well. Sorry I can't soccer games no more. You know adult stuffs that both you and your mother have. Anyway, I found this back home! It need a bit of polish, but it always brought me good luck in the past. I hope it does with you in your new home. You and your mother take care.
-Love, Dad
Jake's eyebrow rose after reading the letter from his father. He had not heard from his father since the moved, and though he was happy to hear form him, part of his was a bit sad. He bit the corner of his lower lip as he placed the letter on the dresser. He began to tear the newspaper off the object, letting the paper flutter to the ground.
"Wow! No way!" Jake exclaimed in a low whisper as he held a pair of shinny goggles right in his hand. All his sadness of his father not being him left him as he stared at the sliver goggles with a black strap. He spun around and began to adjust the goggles on his head while looking at the mirror. At first they feel down past his forehead because they were too big on him, but after a few adjustments they rested neatly on his forehead as it push away some of his cherry brown hair. He made a few poses in the mirror, trying to look as cool as he can, as he adjusted the goggles some more times.
"Thanks Dad!" Jake said to refection as he spun around, "I already feel the luck from them right now!" He dash down the hallway, leaving it empty for a moment. After a minute or so, Jake came rushing past the dresser with black shoes on his feet and a soccer ball in his hands. The soccer ball was shinny and still had the fresh smell all spot balls have when they first came out of the box. As he was opening up the door, Jake called down the hallway shouting,
"Going out the park to play some soccer, Mom! Be back soon." Before his mother could even respond, Jake had slam the door and was running down the hall. This was the last time she ever heard form her son for a long time.
During the summer time, Neonburgh had an open farmer's market downtown. The farmer's market was located in the center of town, and it was packed with people. People both young and old were walking down the stalls, talking and looking over the fresh produce that was offered. The people running the stalls were all answering all kinds of questions, some straight forward while others were complicated. The slight smell of fresh produce on this hot summer's day made it a perfect day for an 11-year-old girl to go shopping.
She was talking on the phone as she stood near one of the vender's that was selling watermelons. She still had a look of a child to her, and she was still in the cute phase all children had when they were that age. Her dark blue eyes, which had that cheerful look only children have, darted to everyone that walk pass her. She push back a long strain of black hair that seem to shine in the summer light away form her ear as she kept on talking on the phone. A child ran past her and did a double take and grin back at the white smiley face that was on the blue shirt as well as a small smiley face near the edge of her jean shirt. She clicked the heels of her white shoes together as she adjusted the tan tope bag with a picture of a bird in the middle that was on her shoulder and full of food she just brought. She smiled, showing off her perfect white teeth, as she said to the person on the other line,
"Grayson, relax! I really don't mind doing the shopping for everyone. I'm 11 you know!" She said her age as if she was proud to be that old.
"Emily! Please," Grayson respond sound a bit worried, "You're still just a kid. You shouldn't be taken up too much responsibility like this."
"Why do older brothers always worry about their little sisters?" Emily asked with a small pout. Grayson chuckled on the other line and answered,
"Because the world is a big scary place."
"Will don't worry about me, Grayson. And besides, I like helping out like this. Makes me feel like I'm doing something good in the world." There was a moment pause, the sound of children playing in the background made Emily turn around to see them playing in the nearby park.
"Alright, just be back soon okay?"
"I will, Grayson. Don't get any gray hairs."
"Ha, yeah…..Love you sis."
"Love you more!" And with that Emily ended her call with her brother, place the phone in her tope back next to the carrots, and began to finish her shopping for her family. This was the last time Grayson heard from her sister.
The nearby park was busy with people who were taking advantage of the beautiful day that was brought to them. Most of them were families bring out their kids so they can play in the park. Parents kept a keen eye on the children as they ran around the park and play games that are not foreign to adults. Other people were walking their dogs, or the dogs were walking their humans, a few little league teams were out doing some training, and the groundkeepers were out trying to keep the area looking as beautiful as it seemed. Several birds chirped in the trees as well as several incents that were hiding just below the birds. The smell of freshly cut grass and mulch made anyone's nose itch which fallowed by a sneeze. It was a prefect day to lay under the shade of a tree and just relax, and that is what this 12-year-old boy was doing that day.
They boy, who look to be part Asian descent, was in that age where his childhood was ending, for he was already taller than most children in his class. His long black hair rested with the rest of his head on the freshly cut grass, and attach underneath was a ponytail. A few incents flew in his way and landed on his gray shirt with some Japanese symbol that translate to trust as well as his black shorts. He quickly bushed the incents away from his clothing, cross his ankles that had black shoes attach to them, and glace back with his stunning blue eyes, which were keen and very serious, at the picture that was on his phone.
The picture was that of a him, only a year younger, with two adults standing on both side of him. On the right was a stern Japanese man, who look almost like him, standing there with a weak smile holding hand to a woman who was on the other side. The woman looked nothing like the boy, except that he shared the same stunning blue eyes as she did. She was smiling brightly, more so than the other two who looked a bit camera shy, as the three of them hold still to take the picture. The boy sigh deeply as he closed his eyes and tried to remember how it felt back them with both his parents. A year felt so long in the eyes of child, and he could barely remember the details of that day. Slowly he open his eyes and said, without a Japanese accent, to himself,
"Why are adult so stupid?" For a moment all he could hear were families playing and showing joy to the world, and dogs barking and enjoying their simple life. The boy was about to doze off for a summer nap, when his phone binged loudly in his hand and vibrate for a second. Rolling his eyes and sighing loudly, the boy glace back at his phone to read a message form his grandfather. The text message read:
Gramps: Hello! How r u Kenta? Need u to get ho!me soon. Need help w/ my computer. See u soon. Grandpa.
Sighing loudly so that several people in the part had to look over, Kenta push himself back to his feet and began to bush off the clits of grass that stuck to his clothes. Rubbing one hand to his temple he began to make his way to his grandpa's place to help with his computer. As he was making his way he said under his breath,
"Again, why are adults so stupid?" Kenta never made it to his grandpa's place that day.
Right next to the farmer's market was the shopping district of Neonburgh. This as well was packed with people carrying shopping bags in one hand and some kind of food and drink in the other. In this district, the most of the shops were that of clothing stores. Some are chains like Old Navel and The Gap, but most of them were small clothing businesses that were trying to make it big and were starting in this city. Every clothing store had mannequins that were adorned with clothing with clothing unique to the store, or images of ridiculously handsome people that were posing for the camera trying to bring people into the store. It seemed like any young girl would love enter these doors and shop for hours at a time. All except one girl who was down a nearby ally.
The ally that was next to the Cute & Pink clothing store was not as dirty as one would believe. There were trash cans rested next to the red brink wall that gave off a faint unpleasant odor and a few black mental fire escapes hocked up onto the walls. Other than that, when a person walked pass this ally way they would except to see nothing but the trash cans. However, several children were hanging out in the ally and causing mischief that only children knew how.
Several pictures of handsome models, most of them were around the children's ages, were ripped out of their magazines and tap up to the brink one. One by one the children were firing wet spit balls at the pictures, most were going every which way, but some were hitting their targets. Even if they missed their target, the children were chuckle and laugh at the mischief deed they were doing. One 12-year-old girl in particular was having the most fun out of them all.
At first glace it was hard to tell if she was really a girl or not, for her short brown hair, with a long purple strip down the right side, was cut in a boyish style. Yet at second glace you can tell she was a girl, because she was slowly developing just like any young girl would be during that age. Her dark brown eyes were locked on a particular picture she was aiming, a over the top beautiful woman, who now look to have a third white eye and a white beard made out of spirt balls. The girl wiped the sweat that was forming on her hand on her black shirt with a white silhouette of a cat in the center. After wiping her hand, she pulled out another piece of paper from her cargo pants and tapped her combat boots that seem to be a bit big on her feet. The girl took aim with her with the straw in hand, loaded the wad of paper inside, and fired it out of the straw land having it landed right on the woman's right eye.
The other cheered and laugh at the 'bullseye' their friend had made. One of the boys came up to the girl and said,
"Nice shooting Iris!"
"Thanks!" Iris began sticking her tounge out a bit, "It's all in the spit. You've got to make it nice and wet for it to really stick!" They boy laugh and nodded his head as if he understood what she was saying. Iris grin back, feeling pretty good about herself and the complicate her friend gave her. There was the sudden noise coming from the trash cans that made all of them jump. They all wanted with breath, but then sight in relief as a black cat jump out of no where and landed right on the lid of the can. Several of the children laugh at the sudden scare, for it was just a cat. The boy standing next to Iris smirked as he took aim at the cat, who was cleaning itself. Iris's eyes darted to the boy who was about to shot at this animal, and push him a bit to the side saying,
"Don't shot the cat!" The boy stumbled a bit, glared at Iris for a second, then took aim at the cat once more. Iris gritted her teeth and made a fist in her right hand upon seeing him ignoring her. With all the strength she could muster, she punch the boy hard in the arm. The boy dropped the straw, grab his arm were the pain appeared, and swallowed the wad of paper in his mouth. The other watch is aw as the cat jump and ran away. The boy glared at Iris and was about to say something back to her, when Iris yelled,
"Don't shot the cat, you dumbass!" With that she spun around and stomp away for the others and into the crowd of people. This was the first time of them seen Iris so angry before, as well as the last time they would see her.
Several people were taking their time as they were inspecting the stalls at the framer's market. They all wanted the best produce as well as the best price, so taking as much time meant a lot to them. Walking down to one of those particular stalls was a 12-year-old boy and his older brother by several years. At first glance, one would think of this boy to be a few years younger, for he was a little thin for his age. He push back his short blond hair with his fingers so many times that his hair began to stay in that position. His bright green eyes, which had a caution look to them that only someone who has seen something dangerous would have, kept darting to the list that was in his air and back to his older brother. Using both hands he shook the shoulder of his white shirt with a blue cross on the front to cool himself down from sweating too much. As soon as he finished shaking his shirt dry of sweat, he wiped his sweaty hands on his jean short that seem to have big pockets. The boy quickly side step to one side as he saw a wad of gum that almost stuck on his white shoes. A black backpack that looked like it was going to burst with how much stuff was inside, hung on this boy back. The boy look back at his list, then back at his older brother and said,
"Alright. Let's go over the list again Mike." The older brother sigh loudly and roll his eyes as the caution that his younger brother was taking.
"Nate," Mike began with a sigh, "We are just picking up a few things for Aunt Em. Why do you look like you're going off to war?" Nate glared at his brother before arguing back saying,
"You can never be prepared! That's what I say!"
"You and your anxiety."
"Now the first thing we have to get is…."
"Hold that thought, hold that thought!" Mike said quickly as he waved his hand near his younger brother. His eyes were had picked up several young women his age and he began to blush. Without a moment's thought, Mike abounded his brother and began to stride over to the women to start up a conversation.
"Mike! Mike!" Nate yelled, but his voice was lost in the crowd of people. Stomping his foot on the ground and gritting his teeth, he yelled back to his brother saying, "Fine! I'll do this on my own! Wait until Aunt Em hear about this!" With that Nate stormed off into the crowd, and this was the last that his brother saw him.
Not all the stores in the shopping district were clothing stores, though they did dominate the area. Several of the stores were dedicated to other hobbies that a person might have in their lives. One store in particular was the computer supply store that was located just a few stores down from the Pink & Cute. Inside the store, it was always cool and it felt nice coming in after a hot day outside. Computers, mostly newer models, from complex on to laptops line the store with their screens displaying images. Line up the walls were accessories one might add to their computer, such as a wireless mouse or even a computer bag. There were not many people in the store today, for many of them were outside enjoy the summer day. However, a 12-year-old girl was analyzing several of the accessories that were line up on the walls.
At first glace one could tell that this girl did not adventure out into the sunlight too often, for her skin was a bit pale. This was odd considering her red long red hair that was pull into a slight pony tail shin a bit in the light. Her dark brown eyes, which seem to have intelligent deep within them, darted all over the place as if she was watching a tennis game. As she walked, she felt a cool breeze go through her lavender shirt with the words '+Mind' in black on the front and tan shorts. She shivered a bit and tighten her grip on her black computer bag that had the 'Pi' symbol swooned in the front. As she walked, her black shoes made squeaking sound on the tile floor.
As her eyes fixed on a very expensive computer, one of the sales clerks walked up to her, and knowing who she was, asked,
"Is there anything I can help you with May?" May broke her eye contract from the computer she had her eye on a blink a few times.
"No," she said after a while, "Just looking for something for school."
"Already?!" the sales clerk said with surprised with a smile look on her face, "But it's the begin of the summer. Why are you looking for computer this early?" May twirled a strain of her red hair in a nervous fashion before saying,
"It's a celebration gift form my parents for me skipping a grade."
"Oh congratulation!" the clerk began showing off a big smile, "What grade are you going up to, 6th?"
"7th, actually," May corrected but she did not sound too happy about the topic. She was looking down are her shoes as he fingers tapped on her computer bag, feeling the hard surface of the computer inside.
"7th grade, wow!" the clerk said sounding very impressed, "I bet you parents are really happy for you."
"Y…yeah, they are overjoyed by it," May said in wake voice. This was a sudden change for May in her life, for the news was drop on to her the last day of school just a few days ago. The pressure of reaching a higher school grade was exciting for May, but there was something else bother her about the whole situation. She bit her lower lip a bit and began to walk out of the store saying, "I….have to go now. But I'll see about getting a new computer latter….Maybe around July or so." With that May darted out of the building with a confused look on her face. May never return to pick up that computer that summer.
None of these children knew each other as their threads of destiny were aligning. Jake was too busy fixing his new goggles as he race threw the crow of people, while as Emily was just finishing pick up the last item on her list. Kenta was slowly taking his time back to his grandfather place with his hands in his pocket, as Iris stomped away humming This is Halloween form the Nightmare Before Christmas to keep her claim. Nate was looking around the place like a lost dog trying to find his owner, while May was walking down with her head down lost in thoughts. These six children were about to collide in the same location, and the two cloaked figures dress in black knew this as they wanted in an abounded ally.
It was difficult to say what these two figures look like, for the cloaks kept all their features hidden to the world. Yet one feature was clean about these two cloaked figures and that was that one of them had the build of a male and the other one had the build of a female. The female figure, whose cloak some to be a bit big on her, was pacing back and forth in the ally. Every so often she was glace down the end of the ally and glace out at the people on the street. Her cloak sway as she moved up and down the empty all, but no footsteps could be heard from her moments. She paused for a second as she looked back at her companion.
The male figure's cloak fit perfectly, for he seemed to be very well built. He was standing next to the side, with his back to the red brick wall and was taking deep breaths and down a motion with his arms to claim himself. As he was doing these arm motions, he was also doing vocal exercises to help him prepare for task in hand. He was doing the arm motion while saying in rough voice,
"Topeka, Kansas. Topeka, Kansas." As he was doing these vocal exercise and stream of smoke was rising from where his mouth would be up into the sky. The smoke did not smell of that of cigarettes, but rather smoke you would find in a factor. The female figure sigh and glace at the male figure, who had stopped his vocal exercises and glace at her, his smoke disappearing from his mouth. For a moment the two of them stared at each other and the only noise was that of the sound of the people outside busy with their day. Then the female figure broke the silence between them by saying in a sweet motherly voice,
"Do…. you really think we're doing the right thing here? I mean they are kids after all."
"Doesn't matter what you or I think," the male figure began in his rough voice jabbing a thumb at himself, "It's up the what the Council Members think, and they don't really believe in the prophecy."
"You're right," she said looking down. Behind her a tip of a white wing poked out of her cloak. It look so strange against the black cloak almost as if it was an angel wing. Upon notice the wing out of her cloak, she quickly pushed it back under and added, "Well then, it's up to us to start this to help save both our worlds."
"Right" the male figure began as he marched up to his companion, "Just one question though."
"Yes?" He pulled out a pan flute out of his cloak and held it out in front of them saying in an irritated tone, "Why the hell do I have to play this damn thing?! I should be the one talking to the kids!" Hinted under the cloak of the female figure, a smile appeared on her face as she was used to her companion's short temper. She turned around and as so wave to him with the back of her hand saying in a cool tone,
"Well you shouldn't have picked rock. You always picked rock, that's why you lost."
"That game makes no sense?! How can paper beat rock when rock CAN go threw paper! God to I hate that damn game." With that, these two figures stared the destiny that was instore for these children.
Jake was dashing along pass the adult in the shopping distract, not knowing that he was lost in trying to find the park. However, his mind was not on arriving at the park, but rather how awesome he looked with his new goggles. His freehand kept on adjusting his shinny goggles that rest on top of his forehead, while his other hand had soccer ball that was hardly used tucked under his arm. He was rushing pass people, giving quick apologies to them, as his mind began to wonder what kind of children he would meet when arriving at the park. He pace began to slow down as he notice a crowd of people gathering in a circle. Normally, Jake would ignore the crowd and keep on moving. Yet, something inside of him told him to check it out. He trust his instincts, for it what brought him victory in all his soccer games, so making a sharp turn to the crowd, me made his way to see what was going on.
He pushed his way threw the forest of adults, and once again giving quick apologies like any child would, and soon he was up front in the crowd standing next to a Asian child who looked to be a year old than him.
"Listen! Listen! To what I have to say!" the female figure began to chant. Crowd of people watch as the female figure swayed away in motion of the pan flute that the male figure. It would have been ominous, if the male figure was not playing a horrible version of Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes on the pan flute. Serval adults hid their laugher as the two figures did their poor routine, yet the children in the group had their eyes fixed on this ritual as if they were talking to them. The female figure began to start to dance, as best she could, to the music that was playing as her cloak sway with along side her and she continue to say,
"We've come form a distant land that many of your have forgotten. The land in which I speak is in danger, but I know what you are all are thinking, why should we care? We do not know of this world, it is not our problem to solve. Aw! But you do care, or at least several of you do care. And I can feel it, deep inside several of you! And those who care to save our distant land will be our Chosen heroes! I sense them close by now!" She halted her dancing and stood rigidly as she began to scan the area. Several of the younger children began to fidget a bit near their parents, hoping that this stranger would pick them all of a sudden.
"You! Child with the goggles!" she exclaimed pointed a finger at Jake. He blushed a bit as several adults glace down at him. He pointed a finger at himself and asked,
"Me?" He began to adjust his goggles, happy that someone had notice them today, as the female figure rush up to him and place a hand on his shoulder. There was a sweet smell coming that Jake could smell that made him feel relaxed.
"Yes you!" she continued putting on a bit of a show for the people, "There are trials that require great courage, and I feel that courage inside of you!" Jake chuckles a bit as he rubbed his nose, being complemented like this made him feel important.
"And you!" she continued suddenly making Jake jump and she turn her head to face Kenta. He looked surprised as he raised an eyebrow as was about to back away when she caught him by the shoulder with her other hand and added, "There are going to be times where heroes need to stick together, and I sense great loyalty in you." Kenta began to shake his in disagreement, wanted nothing less than to ride himself of this stranger. However, he soon found himself walking into the center of the open circle with Jake next to him. Jake was a bit uncomfortable sharing the spotlight with someone he did not know. Yet he stood there in the center right next to a boy he had not meet until today.
The female figure continued to search the crowd, in which several people already made their leave. She halted once again and held out her hand saying,
"You child with the backpack avoiding eye contract. Do not be afraid." Nate, who was in the already begun to leave the crowd, halted in mid step as the crowd parted for him. "There are hard times coming, and we need someone to stand by and be reliable, and that my child is you." Whether it was his brother or someone in the crowd, Nate did not, but someone had push him into the center of the circle making him stubble. The female figure placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and guide him over to the other two boys.
"Now," the female figure began once more, as she glace over to the male figure who was waving his hands to speed up things. "I sense three more individuals that we need to save our land." The children began to tense up even more, as the adults were looking around wondering when this will be finished. "You two girls!" she exclaimed pointed both hands at Emily and Iris. Emily began to giggle and had to place her hands over her mouth to keep herself quiet, while Iris roll her eyes and went along. "There are times were kindness is a powerful weapon," she glace at Emily before adding, "And the love for others of whom you do not know are tools our enemy does not." Iris sighed loudly as she and Emily were brought to the others.
"As for our final individual," the female figure began once more as she left the two girls with the other boys. The tension was mixed with excitement of the children, and boredom of the adults. "We need someone who knows the difference between the using knowledge and abusing knowledge. And child you are that person." She pointed at May, who was brought back form her thoughts when the attention was onto her. The music stopped for a moment as the male figure glace over at May. He tapped the pan flute a bit with nervous fingers before picking them up again. Without having the female figure come over to her, May march over to the others and stood next to them.
All of these children look nervous in some way, other than less so. Yet these six children stood there in the center with all eyes on them. The female figure marched up to them and said,
"I welcome you, our Chosen Children." She stung into a deep blow and held out her hands. To the children amazement, hanging on the fingers on a white string were hexagon shape pendants in an array of colors. "May these charms help you on your journey and I hope that you grow as well." At first none of them made a move to pick up one of the charms, after all she was a stranger giving out presents. However, there was something about these charms that call to each of the children present. It was Jake who began as he picked the red charm. He was soon fallowed by Kenta who picked the dark blue, while Emily grab the yellow one. Iris rolled her eyes as he quickly grab the purple one, while Nate grab the light green one as quickly as he could. May was the last one, and she was a bit hesitative at first, but soon took up the orange one. The female figure straighten herself and held out her hands to have everyone applaud, which everyone did. As the crowd began to dispatch, several of them mumbles why they did not been chosen, the six children look at their charms. They seem to shin in the sunlight, and they had not marking on them whatsoever. Curiosity overtook May as she looked away from her charm and was about to ask the two figures, when she gasped. For it was only a second, but the two figures had disappeared from the area, as if they were never there in the first place.
On top of the nearby building, right above where the children had received their charms, the two figures stood there watching them go their sperate ways. The female figure turned to her companion in a sad voice,
"Well, we did. Fate is now in their hands now, you worried?"
"Hell yeah I'm worried!" the male figure respond back making a fist in both hands, "We are sending kids into our war! How is that right!"
"Ture, it's even scarier that we don't know where they're going to land either," the female figure added. "The age can be so random at times, no telling where they'll end up."
"Well then," the male figure began turning around, "When we get back to the lab, we'll track them and see where landed, then go from there."
"Agreed," she said with a nod. With that the two figures turn around and in a blink of an eye, they vanished.
Jake was still admiring his charm that he had received form the female figure. None of them said anything to each other when they left, so he did not even know any of their names. However, Jake was too busy grinning from ear to ear to remember if they said their names. His thoughts were what the female figure said to him, about being courageous or something along those lines. Receiving a comment from a strange made Jake feel like he was special in a way. The charm shine brightly as he held up near his face as it seems to reflect in both of his goggles. He was overjoyed that now he did not have one lucky charm but two! The charm seemed to shine a bit brighter now, making Jake squint to protect his eyes. Was the sun's light hitting off his charm that much?
"What the!?" Jake exclaimed as the charm shine so brightly, it looked as though he was old light within his hand. Not just him, but all the children who received charms began to shine so brightly. Jake had to cover his eyes with his free hand because the light was so blinding, yet all around him no one took notice of the light. In fact, to them it seemed to not be shining at all and was just a charm a child had. Just as the light appeared around the charm, it suddenly faded yet the charm was not there. Jake slowly move his hand away from his face and his mouth gapped in aw at what he saw. He was not longer holding his second good luck charm, rather he was holding some strange device in his hand. The device looked to be some kind of phone, for it rectangular and an inch wide. On the edges was a red color, just like his charm he had a moment ago, but in the center, it was all white with a dark gray screen in the middle and three buttons just below.
It felt light in Jake's hands as he leaned in closer to obtain a better look. It almost felt like plastic, like so many toys he had, but at the same time it had a metallic feel to it as well. Jake could see his image in the gray screen, and he reflection look scared and confused. He did not know what just happen to his charm, but right now he need to find those two figures and ask them what was going on. He was about to turn around when all of a suddenly he could not feel his legs. However that was impossible, for if he could not feel his legs he would have fallen over or something. He glace down to his legs, and his eyes widen as he let out a muffled scream of fear. His feet and legs, which had lead him to victor in his scorer games, were slowly turning into some kind of dust and flying into the air. Jake thrash around trying to stop whatever what happen to him and yelling for help. Yet no one around even glace back to him, for to them Jake seem to be invisible. He yelled louder for help, but still no one came as his chest was disappearing into dust. In the distends he thought he heard several more creams of fear and wonder who they could be. He gripped tightly around the device in his hand and shut his eyes tightly, thinking to himself that this was a dream and he would wake up soon. Soon bit by bit parts of Jake were breaking down to dust and flying into air until there was nothing left of him at all.
These six children are about to embark on a journey that none of them will every forget, but they will not be alone. For they will have partners to combat and grow long side them. This is their adventure.