This is a week after the final battle and lets all take a moment to recall the unnamed apprentice of Isabel who is also unmentioned in The Key XD
Oh and I don't own the Guardians of Time, they all belong to the talented, creative Marianne Curley.
Eve
I resist the urge to use my skill of manipulation over Mr. Trevale. Isabel, my trainer, would be furious if I did so, and with her in my history class, there's no way it would slip past her. It would be nice if I could get him to end the class early, like I did the first day I discovered my powers and was introduced to the Guard. That day, I was completely and utterly bored and tired. I willed, subconsciously, to have Mr. Trevale make an announcement to end the class early and he did so, using the exact words with incorrect grammar I had pictured him saying to the class. Isabel had been warned about my skill and approached me after class noticing my bafflement. It all had gone up steadily from there, save for the horrendous battle only last week that temporarily discontinued our training. Today, however, we'll be training in the forest. The Guard warned us that the Order may make a comeback at anytime and it's better to be prepared rather than slack off and be weak if or when they make an attack. The sphere hasn't spun in about a week- and that's a record!
I turn to the clock. Bugger- 7 tormenting minutes left of school. As I spin back to my notebook scribbled with senseless doodles, Demitri's figure catches my eye. I sigh as I attempt to focus on Mr. Trevale's lecture. That is, however, impossible. Demitri's face and his absolutely adorable smile invade my mind. He's so cute! I lean on my palm with my elbow against the table as I stare at the lights on the ceiling.
"Eveline," Mr. Trevale's voice sounds as he taps my desk with his ruler.
"Uh," I stutter, "Could you repeat the question?"
He smirks, "There was no question Miss Newton- you would have known that had you been paying attention-" oh great! Don't tell me he's going to give me one of those lectures. I frown as he continues with his words, "…and maybe your grades will improve…" he gives me a stern look. I nod in response, acting as if I've been listening intently to each syllable he pronounced. He raises an eyebrow, hardly satisfied with the response and returns to the front of the room to continue with his discussion. Hmph. My grades don't need that much improvement and I know, for sure, being in the Guard will help me get an A in this class…well, if there are any more missions…
After class, I catch up with Isabel and Ethan who, might I say, is looking worse than ever. There are dark circles surrounding his eyes and his hair is unruly. Aside from that, his eyes are red- as if all he ever does is cry. I feel pity for him. I heard the story: his soulmate was right there in his arms and they had felt peace together finally when she was killed by the maniacal Marduke.
Their friend, Dillon arrives as well, careful to avoid the passing Matt Becket and his girlfriend, Neriah Gabriel. I heard about that too- gossip between Guardians is pretty useful for knowing how to interact with other Guardians. Apparently, Dillon had some sort of infatuation for Neriah when she actually was into Matt. I guess no one told him infatuation was derived from the Latin word fatuus for stupid. Following Matt and Neriah is a girl, Chloe Campbell, who he eyes strangely. No. He doesn't seem to like her as he did Neriah. He would have known better after the Neriah incident, but this look- he seems to recognize her…she returns the gaze with a sly wink and continues down the hall.
"What was that all about?" I ask him, my eyes still on the retreating blonde.
"She looked…uh…nothing," he mumbles.
"Continue," I tell him expectantly waving my hand for emphasis.
"Ok. I think she's from the Order," he admits. Oh…well, that would make sense- the wink and all. Chloe disappears from view as she turns the corner and I turn forward. I suppose the Order hasn't completely been defeated. Which then means more missions for me! This also assures I can use my skill more. Manipulation is awesome as long as my victim is unaware of my power that is. You see, I have no affect on anyone who knows what my skill is, but for the clueless; let's just say I'll be the one pulling the strings. Unlike Ethan, I control the body. No inanimate objects for me-just the body and it does as I command. Of course, I'd never use this for my personal gain- that wouldn't be right. But the power is still awesome.
I hear the sound of rushing water and know that we're near the falls, our usual training spot for it is desolate and away from the little debris left from the battle that people seem to find intriguing and visit often.
I groan as I enter my room and flop onto the bed. Training was horrible after not training for days. I rub my aching arms as I get up from my position to sit at my desk and start on some homework. I grab my binder and opening it, see a shadow creep upon me carrying an aura of evil. I cringe and turn around slowly. Who could it be?
I'm surprised to find Chloe Campbell's figure before me. I jump from my seat and get into a defense position. She, however, completely ignores the action.
"A little birdie told me you like power,"
I relax from the position. Where is this information going? I look at her; bewildered. She smirks.
"If you want power- come with me,"
"Where?" I retort, "The Underworld? Do I look like that much of an idiot? I know who you are,"
She raises an eyebrow; her smirk still clear on her face. Circling me, she looks up and down, "He's the idiot. Sending me here to persuade you- he should have done it himself, but no, his identity is much too confidential apparently. And Dillon's already revealed mine," she flicks her head; getting strands of hair out of her face, "Well, remember: you want power- look for us," she disappears immediately.
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