Chapter 1
Destiny Calls
Emily's P.O.V
So much has happened to me for the past few weeks. Well, for starters, Willma Ratchets, my grandmother had passed away, leaving me all alone in this duplex dump of a house. But before Willma`s death, she had told me things about my mother`s past. Things that even I, could not imagine of in my wildest dreams. At first, I dismissed the stories as the nonsensical musings of a senile septuagenarian (no disrespect intended). But then, I did a double-take on the subject and discovered something. Those stories, no matter how absurd they sounded, did have a connection to my mom`s sudden disappearance four years ago. My beliefs deepened when Willma showed me a steel chest that belonged to her daughter and my mother. On the top, her name was boldly etched:
`JANE BLASTER`
It was the very same chest that I was forbidden from touching when I was 11. Though, I wasn`t astonished at that, it was what the box had within...
After escorting out the last group of sympathizers, I slammed the door shut and guided myself to my room. Three days had gone after Willma`s funeral, I decided to focuse on what the future demanded of me. I shoved myself into my bedroom and landed on the four-poster bed. Posters of various kinds stuck to the alternating cream and yellow walls. A thick, dark-green carpet pooled all over the area of the rectangular room. Anything else was typical of any girl`s room one could imagine.
Suddenly, the sound of chirpings reached my ears. I jerked my head to the right, my grip tightened on the steel chest for a moment before relaxing. A smile touched my lips.
`Flame, Iggy. Come here!`
On the next day, I had reached a decision. If my mom was still missing, then, this Slugterra world could be a good place to start. Soon, my mind began to wander as I stuffed a few extra clothes, some energy-giving snacks and a canteen into a grey backpack. I ran a quick shower and then shoved in a pair of navy blue pants, a purple midriff and Jane`s leather, black boots. Yes, a perfect fit. It was nice to know how she thought ahead of time.
Anything else I had of Jane was her eagle blaster, slug tube belt, some old photographs of her and her teammates and a long, hand-written letter. I turned around and grinned at the slugs` reactions: Flame had her tiny mouth agape with surprise while Iggy chirped loudly, hopping around the dressing table in circles. I drew closer to the mirror and set my dark lavender hair into a braid, though a few stubborn locks stuck out of the hair mass. I shrugged, it was better than letting it be like a rowdy beehive. Crystal blue spheres framed under thick eyelashes, stared reflectively back at me. I groaned, sticking out a tongue at my face and clawed my fingers through my hair. Why oh, why couldn`t I have that ideal oval face that most magazine models had and flaunted.
Oh, that`s right, I mentally reminded myself. Facial reconstruction and plastic surgeries. While I still had a skin as pale as a dying, pink rose and a face that resembled the shape of a rough diamond. Iam pretty sure my chin could cut through anything.
I scooped up Flame and Iggy. The female Infurnus slug sent me a scolding look. Her eyes and skin looked more like a deadly, blue methane fire that would burn and destroy. Iggy, the aqua-green slug, held his usual expression of boredom. The Enigmo`s vertically `elevated` eyes blinked lazily.
Placing both slugs in their tubes, I made my way to the basement downstairs.