CHAPTER 7

Matthew has slept well that night, after his shower he fell into a deep sleep with thoughts of the mysterious mallrat in his mind. "I have to see her again," he thought to himself, "Maybe I should go back tonight." Matthew started making planes of how he would get to the club that night. There was only one problem, "I have guard duty tonight" he whispered out loud as he was thinking of who he could get to fill his spot at the front gate. "Melline? No, she had duty two nights ago. Jake? Possibly, I'll have to pay him though. Brad? No. Less? No..."

As Matthew was spouting off names inside his head someone started to knock at his door. When there was no reply the person started to knock louder, and soon the knocks had transformed into pounds, until Matthew eventually realized that there was someone at his door. "Oh! Hold on a minute! I'm coming!" Matthew shouted as he was buttoning up his shirt. When he opened his door he saw his fellow tribe member and friend, Nathen, standing there looking kind of concerned.

"Matt, he wants to see you." Matthew looked at Nathen; he didn't know what to say. The only thing he could manage to sputter out was: "Did he say what he wanted me for?" Nathen shook his head no. "But he wants to see you right away." Matthew nodded, letting Nathen know that he understood. "Thanks, I'm on my way." With that said Nathen headed back from where he came from, and Matthew was on his way down the long corridor to The Watcher's office.

The Watcher was in training to be the next Guardian when the chosen had been defeated the first time. When the Chosen had regrouped and started to changes things about their tribe that had been before, everyone decided that Kevan would be the one that would lead them as their new Guardian. But when he had accepted the job he made it very clear that they would not the known as 'The Guardian', he would be their new "Watcher'.

Kevan had changed the tribe in many ways. They would not wear the clothes that they had been accustomed to. That had put fear in the hearts of the city people, and their lives would be in danger if they paraded around the city in their blue robes. Not only clothes had been changed, but also tribal markings, and how they dealt with things. There was a new rule within the tribe, no member was allowed to use any type force on another human being, except for The Watcher, and Zoot. But there was one thing that had not changed, and that was what the Chosen based their lives on.

That one thing was the worship of the almighty Zoot. Who had appeared to his Chosen members not that long ago, and who now used The Watcher as his ambassador to his faithful followers. Zoot rarely came down from his room to speak to his followers, but when he did it was always important. "Is that why The Watcher wants to see me?" Matthew asked himself "Maybe He has a message from Zoot, or maybe Zoot wants to talk to me." With that last thought Matthew opened the door to the Watchers office and stepped inside, making sure to shut the door behind him.

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