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Trigger a war - Chapter 3: Introducing Lizzie Falcon
Lizzie's POV
I'm Lizzie Falcon, a regular homeless kid that can live off the streets. The town I live in is a goldmine of survival if you know how to use it. I have no information on any family, if you were wondering. I don't even know when my birthday is. I know, it's sad, isn't it.
I'm quite a regular height, with long brown (dirty too) hair and icy blue eyes. I mean, like, really Icy blue. They're almost white. I can survive being cold, and I don't really need any warmth. It's kind of strange, but that's me I suppose. I became fourteen about a week ago, and as usual I had no-one to celebrate my birthday with. I was too busy trying to stay alive. I was walking down a deserted back-alley, constantly checking over my shoulder for followers. These streets were teeming with muggers and other dangerous people. It was always smart to keep a sharp eye out for anything out of the ordinary. I heard a screech and I looked above me. A big, browny-black bird swooped overhead. It was much bigger than any other bird that lived here, and it had a sharply-curved yellow beak. A eagle! It had to be, no other bird looks like a bald eagle. And, believe me, I know about birds.
I decided to follow the bird, which was causing quite a kerfuffle in the busy streets. People stopped and pointed at it, but I kept following the eagle. I dodged oncoming pedestrians, eager to get to work. The sky was starting to cloud over, indicating it was going to rain sometime soon. The eagle tipped a wing and swerved off down into a very small alleyway. It swooped down and perched on a dumpster, watching me with amazing yellow eyes. It was scrutinizing me, like it could see straight through my head. A cold wind billowed down the alley, making a shiver run down the back of my spine. The air suddenly got colder, and colder, until it was icy. Mildew crept along the surface of the ground, freezing the paving slabs like a new layer of snow. Icicles formed on the lampposts, a thick layer of ice was forming on the ground. It's jaggedly edges reached forward, getting closer and closer to my unprotected feet. I was frozen to the spot, literally. The ice stopped advancing forward and started to build upwards, forming two legs, a torso and finally, a head. I gasped in surprise, and my chest started to hurt from longing. The ice sculpture was Jacob, my brother. He'd been taken away from me five years ago, and I'd never seen him since.
I reached a shaking hand out to touch the ice-boy. I jerked back when I heard it speak
"Lizzie, get out of here," the ice-sculpture said. I stopped, confused. What did he mean? And why was he an ice sculpture!
"Jacob, what-what do you mean?" I stuttered. He frowned, even through the ice you could see the concern on his face.
"I can't explain now, Lizzie. I don't have time. If they find out I'm talking to you, who knows what they'll do to me. Or more importantly, you!" he replied, and I scowled.
"Who's they! Where've you been for these five years? I thought you were dead!" tears welled in my eyes, he couldn't just disappear again!
"I'm really sorry, Lizzie. I didn't mean to be away all that time. But, you need to go!" Jacob-the-ice-sculpture said. I let a single tear roll down my cheek. Jacob saw it and his expression turned to pain. Seconds later, he turned his head to something I couldn't see.
"Sorry Lizzie! I must go. When you meet your rescuers, trust them. Let them take you with them. Maybe then you'll be sa-" the Ice melted in an instant, leaving me standing in a puddle of water. He was gone, again. Two footsteps thudded down next to me, and the world went black.