Chapter Two: Memories
This chapter was written by Calissa.
His wavy blond hair blew into his face, as the wind grew stronger forcing him to
wrap his jacket tighter around to stop the cold. He watched the figures eagerly;
they had not yet stopped talking. Suddenly there was a sound; something had
snapped. The watcher spun around to see a women stood with her hands on her
hips.
"Hey, what you doing here?" The watcher whispered in a joke like manner.
"Well, they don't call us the watchers of the world for nothing!"
"Excuse me!" The watcher looked at the girl with a smile.
"Sorry," She laughed quietly, "I mean, Batz, watcher of the world!"
The watcher looked at the girl and smiled again causing her to blush.
"So, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Oww" He began to remember the figures. "Same as you I suppose."
"Ay?"
"Come here."
The watcher beckoned her to the small hut he was stood behind. He knelt down and
peered around the side. Then turned back.
"Get down!" he whispered.
"Why?"
"Shhh!" He quietly called back.
She knelt down next to the watcher as he pointed to the two figures that stood
by the lake.
"Who are they?" She asked examining the figures closely.
"Luke, time is running out all the true bringer of chaos have completed stage
one we need you for stage two. Are you with us or not?"
Luke looked at the guardian who held a blank expression giving nothing away.
Luke closed his eyes and remembered what it was like when the chosen first
started out.
"I know what your thinking Luke, and yes, it will be like the old days!"
Luke stared at the man standing at the end near the plane. He slowly nodded.
"Yes, I will." Luke's words trailed off as the Guardian walked to the plane. He
lightly smiled and nodded to the man.
It's getting cold out here, don't you think we better get back?" The girl spoke
as she pulled her soft fur from around her hips and over her shoulders.
"Shhh," he echoed. "You go, I wanna stay and watch."
"We've been here over an hour."
"Satin! You go if you want too but I'm staying here!" he moaned.
"You can't stay out like this, you're getting all worked up again, just come
back!"
Satin grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
"Are you listening to me? We have to go back"
The gust of wind wrapped it self around the pair chilling them to the bone. The
plane had lifted and to its destiny it flew.
"See, nothing to watch now."
He looked half mad as they walked back.
The rusty metal gate squeaked as Satin pushed it as it get through, she held it
open.
"Thanks!" He spoke for the first time since their argument.
The softly sloping steps led up to the old pine door to their tribal house.
"Hay, what happened to you two?" Alexia asked as they came through the door.
"We got lost didn't we Mikey!" Satin laughed.
"Real funny!" Mikey replied.
"Mike what's wrong?"
"Nothing…" He sighed as he walked into the old kitchen. Mikey took a chocolate
bar out of the cupboard and began to eat.
"I'll be in my room and I would like to be alone."
Mikey ran up the stairs and into room that lay on the left. He slowly closed the
door as tears streaked down his pale face. He walked over to the cob webbed
covered window and sat on the chair which lay to the side. He reached under his
pillow and pulled out a picture. Memories merged together as his head pounded.
Tears furiously ran down his face. He stared at the picture searchingly.
"ZOOT."
This chapter was written by Calissa.
His wavy blond hair blew into his face, as the wind grew stronger forcing him to
wrap his jacket tighter around to stop the cold. He watched the figures eagerly;
they had not yet stopped talking. Suddenly there was a sound; something had
snapped. The watcher spun around to see a women stood with her hands on her
hips.
"Hey, what you doing here?" The watcher whispered in a joke like manner.
"Well, they don't call us the watchers of the world for nothing!"
"Excuse me!" The watcher looked at the girl with a smile.
"Sorry," She laughed quietly, "I mean, Batz, watcher of the world!"
The watcher looked at the girl and smiled again causing her to blush.
"So, what are you doing here?" She asked.
"Oww" He began to remember the figures. "Same as you I suppose."
"Ay?"
"Come here."
The watcher beckoned her to the small hut he was stood behind. He knelt down and
peered around the side. Then turned back.
"Get down!" he whispered.
"Why?"
"Shhh!" He quietly called back.
She knelt down next to the watcher as he pointed to the two figures that stood
by the lake.
"Who are they?" She asked examining the figures closely.
"Luke, time is running out all the true bringer of chaos have completed stage
one we need you for stage two. Are you with us or not?"
Luke looked at the guardian who held a blank expression giving nothing away.
Luke closed his eyes and remembered what it was like when the chosen first
started out.
"I know what your thinking Luke, and yes, it will be like the old days!"
Luke stared at the man standing at the end near the plane. He slowly nodded.
"Yes, I will." Luke's words trailed off as the Guardian walked to the plane. He
lightly smiled and nodded to the man.
It's getting cold out here, don't you think we better get back?" The girl spoke
as she pulled her soft fur from around her hips and over her shoulders.
"Shhh," he echoed. "You go, I wanna stay and watch."
"We've been here over an hour."
"Satin! You go if you want too but I'm staying here!" he moaned.
"You can't stay out like this, you're getting all worked up again, just come
back!"
Satin grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
"Are you listening to me? We have to go back"
The gust of wind wrapped it self around the pair chilling them to the bone. The
plane had lifted and to its destiny it flew.
"See, nothing to watch now."
He looked half mad as they walked back.
The rusty metal gate squeaked as Satin pushed it as it get through, she held it
open.
"Thanks!" He spoke for the first time since their argument.
The softly sloping steps led up to the old pine door to their tribal house.
"Hay, what happened to you two?" Alexia asked as they came through the door.
"We got lost didn't we Mikey!" Satin laughed.
"Real funny!" Mikey replied.
"Mike what's wrong?"
"Nothing…" He sighed as he walked into the old kitchen. Mikey took a chocolate
bar out of the cupboard and began to eat.
"I'll be in my room and I would like to be alone."
Mikey ran up the stairs and into room that lay on the left. He slowly closed the
door as tears streaked down his pale face. He walked over to the cob webbed
covered window and sat on the chair which lay to the side. He reached under his
pillow and pulled out a picture. Memories merged together as his head pounded.
Tears furiously ran down his face. He stared at the picture searchingly.
"ZOOT."