Send away for a priceless gift. One not subtle, one not on the list.
I sat cross-legged on the hard wood floor, between the couch and the coffee table as I tapped my pencil against the canvas laid out on my lap, in rhythm with 45 by Shinedown. Professor Graves had not only given me an impossible assignment, but she had also paired me with the worst partner ever...my sister. Don't get me wrong I love my sister, only as a twin would...but I had no idea why she had even enrolled into this archaeology course with me. She had zero interest in fossils what so ever, hell she could hardly even pronounce half the Latin names correctly. So now not only did I have to write a ten thousand word essay on prehistoric times, I also had to create a sketch or detailed drawing of all the dinosaurs in the said essay...and to top things off, I had less than twenty four fours to do it in. So far I had zilch on either project, and if I didn't get my shit together, we would both fail the class.
"Hey Cel, how's the big project going?" Issy asks as she flops down on the couch behind me, so she could look over my shoulder. Like I said before, zero interest in the class. In fact she smelled like she had just gotten back from Tim Hortons.
"Same as ever, you better have gotten me something to eat." I answer tilting my head back so I could look up at her. "Because I just might let you fail the class if you let me starve."
"I would never." she says feigning hurt, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth as she watched me. "After all you are my big sister, what kind of person would I be if I let my own sister starve?"
"You're terrible." I laugh as I move the canvas off my lap so I could stand up and stretch my sore muscles.
"Maybe I am, but you love me anyways." She laughs as she bounces off the couch to follow me to the kitchen so we could eat.
"Not like I have much of a choice." I laugh, dodging her playful punch. Me and Issy were just about as opposite as twins could get. She was into all the things all the other girls our age were, like shopping, make up and shit like that. I wasn't I was more down to earth, not afraid to get my hands dirty, I liked to work, I like spending time out doors. But despite our differences, there was nothing that either one of us wouldn't do for the other.
No sooner had we settled down at the kitchen island to eat our food, did somebody knock so hard on the door I thought they were going to break it down. Pausing mid bite I looked over to her, confusion clear in her oak green gaze as she stared at the front door.
"Are you expecting somebody?" I ask, setting my sandwich back down on my plate. "Because I'm not."
"No. Maybe it's Levi and Lexi?" she offers as she sets her food down on her plate, her gaze never leaving the door.
"I thought they were on leave this semester." I mutter reaching for the hunting knife I always wore tucked in my belt, as I stood up to go answer the door and see who was here. Go ahead call me paranoid, but the way I saw it...I was better off safe than sorry. Pulling my knife form the sheath, I held it behind my back as I opened the door as far as the chain lock would allow.
Send away for a perfect world. One not simply so absurd.
"Can I help you?" I ask the man who was standing outside my door, a small package wrapped in plain brown paper held in his hands.
"Is this the residence of the Novak twins?" he asks, his gaze seeming to look right through me. Who the hell was this guy?
"Yes why?" I ask confused as he shoved the box at me through the narrow opening of the door. The dude didn't even bother to answer me, he simply turned around and disappeared...as in vanished into thin air, he was simply gone.
"Who was it?" Issy asks as I walked back into the kitchen, the small package seeming horribly heavy for its size. "Cel? you okay?"
"I don't know. the dude vanished into thin air." I mutter setting the box down on the counter between us.
"What's in the box? Did he tell you that?" She asks her gaze fixed on the package as well now too, our food long forgotten. There was something wrong with this box, it had a weird magnetic pull to it and it scared me if I was being honest.
"No. But let's find out." I answer quietly as I carefully peeled the paper off the box so I could open it, only to find a small piece of paper laying on top of two diamond shaped stones, that were so dark of a blue, they were almost black. both stones had a thinner red vain close to the center.
"The will to live, always out weighs the ability to die?" Issy mutters as she picks the note up to study it closer. However the moment she did, both stones seemed to pulse a light blue before a burning pain erupted from my wrist, making the world around me to go blurry as I crumbled to the floor. I wanted to call out for my sister to make sure she was alright, but my words seemed to die in my throat as visions of some kind of island flashed so fast before my eyes I was going to be sick. What the hell was happening to us?
In these times of doing what you're told, keep these feelings, nobody knows.
Hello and thanks for choosing to read my story plot behind my current game of Ark survival evolved the island. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short but its just a pro-log and the following chapters will be longer I promise. I own nothing but the plot and the character's I've made up. The song 45 belongs to Shinedown and everything else belongs to the creators of ARK. please R&R let me know what you guys think so far :)