Chapter 2
"Fourth Comings"
I've been attempting to search for the others, even to just know who they are, what they look like, since I was 13. I am now 15, and I have found traces of some of them. People doing supernatural things no human being is capable of, then disappearing immediately. Videos as well, thanks god for YouTube.
Marina wrote all her thoughts, everything, in her diary.
I found something interesting awhile ago on the internet. A 15 year old boy named 'John Smith' from Paradise, Ohio. The school there was wrecked, probably a sight of a fight with the Mogadorians. The police suspect him and an older man, his Cepan, surely, to be criminals. No word of them till now. They had a picture of him. And once I saw the boy with golden curls, glowing tan skin, fine facial structure and turquoise eyes, I knew instantly he was no human criminal. He is one of us.
"Marina, we're going down now" Sophia said.
Everyday, they were forced to go to the chapel and pray the rosary. Marina despised doing so. It was a practice she found unnecessary. She respected the religion of everyone around her, but she didn't like the fact that she had to go and mope around and chant things she didn't believe in.
"Yes, I'll follow, you guys go ahead" Marian said, closing her diary and placing it back into the drawer in her bed side table.
She got off her bed and went down to go to the chapel.
She entered and nuns and other orphans were already inside.
She took her usual seat, beside Sophia.
"Why is that girl playing with her iPhone here?" Sophia asked, referring to the girl their age seated a couple of pews in front of them.
"Look at who's beside her. That's her mother. She was probably forced to come here, and she's got no other thing to do" Marina replied.
"But shouldn't she like, you know, show respect?"
"Not the whole world will respect everything. And anyhow, she's probably just showing it off. Look, she's angling it to make sure we all see it."
Sophia looked at agreed that Marina was right.
"You're good" Sophia said.
"Not that hard really."
With that, prayers began, and the two girls remained silent.
All were kneeling, elbows leaned on the pew, heads bowed, eyes closed. Marina is doing the same, although instead of praying, she was sleeping, as always.
No one ever caught her, no one dared bothered anyone who was in 'deep prayer'.
The reason why it wasn't that hard was because Marina could read that girls mind. In fact, she could read everyone's mind. She was a mind reader; it was one of her legacies.
Marian was kneeling down, about to fall asleep. The brown wooden rosary was placed both of her hands. She began trembling slightly, heat crawling throughout her body. Her mind began to buzz, and her vision began to blur.
She looked up and saw a blurry row of women in black lined up in front of her. The prayers sounded like tone-deaf chants.
Sophia noticed her odd behavior
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"I'm sick" was all Marina could reply, and with that, she stood up, knelt with one knee beside the pew, and walked out of the chapel with sisters staring at her as she passed.
She came out of the chapel with her stance unbalanced and her eyesight still blurred.
Sparks appeared on the palm of her hands, though she assumed they were due to her current situation, and that her eyes were merely playing tricks on her.
She rushed back to the building where her room was and ran up the stairs to her room.
By this time, light was already streaming out of her palms, sweat all over her forehead, her heart beating faster than ever. Her hands shook as light broke out of them. She attempted at her best to control herself, and brought herself down to sit beside her bed.
She did make it, and she sat beside her bed, leaned her head on the post as she stared at the light coming from her hands.
That was the moment she finally understood. It really wasn't that complicated. Her fourth legacy was coming, Lumen, the power of light was finally with her.
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