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Chapter 4: Worries and an Arrival
Sara woke up to the sound of Fuzz's high pitched mews as he struggled to wake her.
"Geez, Fuzz," Sara groaned when she realized that it was nine in the morning… a Saturday morning, "couldn't you wait another hour or so?" Fuzz gave another high pitched mew and nibbled at her exposed fingers.
"All right. All right!" Sara muttered, "I'm getting up!"
Sara staggered out of her bed, walking to the kitchen. She picked up Fuzz's bowl, poured in the food and set it on the ground. Looking at the refrigerator, she saw a note hanging there:
Sara,
Went to cemetery. Be back soon.
Dad
"Thanks for the invite," Sara muttered. If her dad had asked her, she would have gone. Sara shook her head and walked out of the kitchen. Sara walked back in her room and sat down on her bed, thinking.
Suddenly, her leg felt ichy and then she remembered her cut. She pulled off the clean gauze she had put on last night to see how much the cut had healed. When she pulled the bandage off she was shocked to find no sign that there had ever been a cut there in the first place; no scab or scar or anything. Sara felt her heart start to pound; there was no way she could have healed that fast.
First, it was the photographic memory, next, she was hearing voices, then, she turned into "lightning lady", and now she heals a fairly serious cut overnight. Was there something wrong with her?
"Calm down Sara; don't have a heart attack," Sara thought to herself. "Think, what could have caused this to happen?"
Sara tried as hard as she could to figure out what she could have done. She wasn't on any medication or anything. Maybe she had been exposed to some sort of radiation, but why was it only showing up now? It certainly wasn't a result of hormones; she never remembered reading in any health book that teenagers developed super powers during puberty.
Sara sat on her bed in thought. As hard as she tried, she couldn't remember what she could have done to cause this. She stood up and opened her window; maybe some fresh air would help. As she opened her window the saw the crystal lying on her bedside table; then, it hit her.
"The crystal," Sara muttered picking up the stone, warm as always. But it couldn't be warm. It had sat on the table the whole night; it should at least be cool to the touch. Sara set the crystal back down and raced into the sitting room, grabbing the phone and calling Zoë.
"Hello?" Zoë answered, sounding tired. It was a Saturday morning.
"Zoë, um, you need to come over here. I need to talk to you."
"Well," Zoë hesitated, "I have to go to my grandmother's house for her birthday in a little while. We'll be back by six, though. We'll stop by your place and pick you up. Is that ok?"
Sara sighed; it wasn't ok. She seriously needed to talk to someone about this thing. But Zoë would be back later. "That's good; see you at six." Sara hung up the phone and ran back to her room picking up the crystal again. Sara stared at the crystal in her hand. What was this thing? The closest thing she had heard about anything like this was in her fantasy novels.
Sara sighed, whatever this thing was, she wasn't sure she liked it.
The ship reached the Earth at midday. The Yautja were able to hide it in a wooded area. There were a dozen in all: nine unblooded students, two blooded warriors, and the leader, Draka.
The students were allowed some time to adjust to the environment, but had to stay near the ship. Illi'thus watched strange winged creatures fly around as their homes were disturbed by the Yautjas' presence.
Draka called out to the students, beckoning them back to the ship's entrance. Draka scanned the faces and saw what he had hoped he would not; excitement and curiosity. Draka held up a hand to silence the students.
"As you know, we are here to find an artifact," Draka began. He held every bit of the students' attention.
"How much easier would training be if they were that attentive during their lessons," Draka thought.
"The artifact glows in both the infra-red and color spectrums, when it is being used. When it is not, it is completely invisible, which will indeed make our search much harder. Luckily, a tracking devise in the container it was last in has been activated and we will be able to follow it." Draka continued to explain what the shard would look like if it was being used.
"I also must tell you though that, most likely, a human holds the Crystal Shard," the students' eyes gleamed excitedly, "Whether it is a warrior, or a child, we do not know. If you find a human that holds the shard, immediately report it and we will retrieve it. If you encounter the human and are able to get the shard, take it and eliminate the human." The students' eyes widened; only blooded warriors normally would be permitted to kill humans.
"Only then, or if a human sees you uncloaked, which it shouldn't, may you kill one of these creatures."
"But be wary. If a human possesses the shard, and knows its functions, the human is more dangerous that any other creature alive; including a Yautja." Draka stopped to consider his next words. It would probably be a good idea to frighten them a bit so they'd be more careful.
"With the shard, a human will heal quicker, fight faster, and be much stronger than any of its kind. Some may even be able to reach into your minds and control your thoughts. It would not be wise to go against a creature, alone, that possesses that much power."
"Now, you will split into three groups each headed by a blooded warrior." Draka split the groups, Illi'thus, Ven'tise, another student Kre'shan in one with Sek'lett to lead.
"Stay with your commander and keep cloaked. If a human is spotted stay away and tell your superior it. If you believe you have seen the shard, immediately report it and if possible retrieve it; don't forget our mission." Draka paused.
"And above all else, don't do anything stupid."
Getting interesting isn't it? I know the chapter was short, so I promise to update soon, within a week. Please Reivew!