Luna
Ugh. Why do mornings have to come so ungodly early? If the morning started at ten- then I would love them. But getting ready for school at six? Not my cup of tea. I threw on my signature black t-shirt and jean shorts and glanced in the mirror. Darn it! My hair had formed a golden afro of curls while I slept. I reached to grab a hair brush but a movement in the mirror caught my attention. I looked closer and there was a man in black robes staring back at me. He caught my eye and grinned with pointed teeth. It was definitely NOT a friendly grin. He moved so quickly it was as if he flew, and in a second he was in front of me. I backed up as he stalked forward, confident in his lead.
"I've looked everywhere, but it was you!" he circled me, "Destined to defeat me, the next guardian. Even the name was ridiculously obvious!"
He seemed to actually notice me for the first time.
He leaned in closely and sneered, "Hello Luna."
I'd like to say I thought something heroic but it was more like: OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD THERE'S A CRAZY GUY IN MY ROOM THAT KNOWS MY NAME OMIGODOMIGOD!
I almost tripped over a pile of books, not because I was intimidated by him (which I was) but when he had gotten close, I realized his skin wasn't pale. It was a pure ashen gray.
"If you don't exist, you can't get in my way," he smirked. He thrust his hand out with amazing speed. He hadn't touched me, he wasn't even near me, but soon I was flying out of my second story window.