Chapter 1
When most people see a dark silhouette of a young girl wearing a hoodie coming out of the mist that usually lurks around the streets of London, they think it's a ghost and immediately turn the other way. And if you think that way, then I'm guessing you're a tourist. Because anybody who's spent even two months in London would know that's young Arianna prowling about the streets looking for food or certain knick-knacks to-well, knick. Although she sounds scary, rest assured, she's no criminal. Arianna was orphaned when she was barely three and had to learn to fend for herself very early. But, she's not threatening at all, both on the inside and out. With electric blue eyes, wavy dirty blonde hair and sly character, Arianna was soon known throughout the streets of London. She could be nice and a good thieving partner so long as you don't mess with her. If you do, you'd better treasure your days. If you were to ask Arianna how she started out, her story would be the same as any other orphan story-she spent her early days learning the twists and turns of the alleyways of London until she knew them like the back of her hand. Therefore, it was easier for her to survive with an assortment of 'borrowed' items. Prancing about the rooftops, raiding pantries and weaselling her way out of the clutches of the law: this was the life Arianna possessed. In short, she was no different from the other orphans...or so she thought.
The morning sun had long risen over a sleeping London, symbolizing the start of a new day. Arianna was just sitting down on a comfy lawn chair in her humble abode (the roof of an abandoned sports stadium) enjoying a delicious mulberry jam sandwich, when she heard it. It was faint at first, a mere whisper, but it grew louder and louder so. A voice, a deep, steady voice called her name. "Arianna." Arianna grew suspicious. No one was calling from below in the streets. All she could see was a few stray dogs playing and performing the common 'butt-sniffing ritual.' And no one was whispering her name inside the stadium. If they were, she would have heard the squeaky door open. "It's almost as if-no, it can't be", thought Arianna. Then, she heard the voice again, but in a more agitated way, as the bearer was getting impatient. "Arianna." "Nope, it's definitely in my head. But why?" she asked herself. "Come down, Arianna. Into the stadium," the voice commanded. As much as Arianna was reluctant and frankly a bit scared to follow that voice, she was just as curious to find out who it belonged to. So, she grabbed a nearby baseball bat as a weapon and ran down the stairs to the stadium. The stadium was intended for the Olympics, but it was either too small or too smelly (it was right next to a tannery, a stinky one), so the project was abandoned, even when the tannery moved and the stadium smelled better. Arianna has called it home ever since. Once inside the stadium, she found there was no one here. "Where are you?" she asked, trying not to make her voice quiver. The dark stadium was a tad creepy. "Show yourself." In the middle of the stadium was an old swimming pool. It was emptied out when the stadium closed down. Arianna walked towards it and peered inside. She immediately decided the various food containers of previous Chinese takeouts or the empty Coca-cola cans weren't the bearer of that mysterious voice. Arianna was just about to turn back when she heard it again. "Arianna." It seemed to come from inside the pool. She peered inside again and got the shock of her life. Slowly then gaining a tremendous amount of speed, the pool started to fill up with a weird amber coloured liquid. The containers and cans turned to dust as soon as the water touched them. Arianna couldn't believe her eyes. The water was like raging rapids, surging up from an unknown source. Suddenly, a jet of water sprang out of the pool, drenched Arianna and pulled her in. Arianna wanted to scream as she was tossed about in the swirling spiral of water, gradually being pulled under. Any moment now, I'll hit the concrete, Arianna thought to herself. But she didn't. She just kept going down, down, down. The stadium spun before her eyes but not as much as her head. She was seeing stars, rainbows, Harry Styles. Then, jet blackness.