I paced the empty halls of the Johanssen Metal Company. The top floor has been my and my dad's home for three years now. Well, my home. I rarely see my dad up here. He's too busy running the company.

The place is quiet but just a little too quiet compared to New York City's bustling streets below. New York City is great. It's got lots of things to do and plenty of opportunities. I just can't do many of them.

You see, I was born completely blind. No fuzzy surroundings. No light. No shadows. Just nothing. It's not that bad. I know my way around the building and I know how to get to school. Some things do make me annoyed or frustrated. Learning the layout of a big building. Walking into things and people and getting lost. I especially hate the last one.

I stopped in the middle of a hallway and realized I was in the display hallway. The display hallway is exactly what it sounds like. A hallway that is full of display cases. Four years ago my Dad's company found a small cavern full of precious gems and stone. His business skyrocketed overnight. One year after that I moved here.

I walked over to the big windows and put a hand on the cool glass. I couldn't hear the city from up here but I knew it was there.

I let my mind wander. Thinking about nothing in particular until a predicament came up. I had no idea what I was going to do this summer. Hopefully, it won't be like last summer.

Last May something unexpected happened. Manhattan got attacked by aliens. Yes, aliens. I don't know much. I know that some portal opened up above Stark Tower, aliens came through and started attacking, and six people managed to stop them. The Avengers.

Tony Stark the Iron Man was there of course. A giant green guy called Hulk. Thor the god of thunder. His brother was the one to start the attack. They have some serious family issues. Two assassins whom no one knows the names of and Captain America. I thought he was just a comic book character.

The city was rebuilt and Stark Tower was renamed Avengers tower. A much better name in my opinion.

I sighed and turned my focus onto the hallway. I walked over to the display cases and stopped in front of one. I knew what was in this one because my dad showed it to me. In that cavern, embedded into the rock was a gold spear. It isn't made of gold but it is gold. No one knows what it's made of or how it got into that cavern.

I opened the door to the case and carefully took the spear out. It was smooth, cool to the touch, and surprisingly light. It also seemed to fit perfectly in my hand. I felt around the blade of the spear. Where the blade and the shaft of the spear meet. There were no signs of the blade being welded on. It was like someone carved it out of a solid block.

I whirled the spear around vanquishing imaginary foes. I raised the spear up and gently put it back down like I was a wizard casting a spell.

Then things got weird. A strange numbing sensation spread through my fingers as if they fell asleep. The numbness continued to my hands and up my arms. I wasn't scared, just curious. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Then my toes went numb then my legs. When it reached my head everything became fuzzy. The sound of my breathing faded in and out. Time seemed to slow down and speed up. I became dizzy as I tried to figure things out.

Then a huge bolt of energy ran through me. My insides felt like they were on fire. Dropping the spear I yelped. The spear landed with a clatter that sent my hands to my ears to block the noise.

I uncovered my ears slowly. I wasn't in pain and the strange numbing sensation was gone. I picked up the spear and tilted my head in confusion. What had just happened? Did I just hallucinate? I don't smell any gas. I took a deep breath in just to see. Just normal air. Then I heard a whisper coming from my left. Whoever was talking must be in another hallway. I panicked for a moment. If it was my dad I could easily explain. If it wasn't for him, then I don't know what to do.

I heard another whisper but this time it was coming from the right.

Great. Now there are two people.

I continued to panic. Here I was with a spear taken from a display case. I shouldn't have taken it out in the first place. Then there was another whisper right behind me. I spun around to face the person. There was nobody there.

I heard another behind me again and I turned again. Still, no one was there.

There was another whisper and another. Multiple voices speaking at once surrounded me. At first, I could barely hear them however they continued to get louder. I couldn't make out what language the whispers were saying. It was some language that I had never heard before. As the voices continued to get louder I realized it wasn't just one language but multiple. From chattering to melodic to more guttural sounding.

The voices continued to get louder and louder till I almost couldn't take it anymore.

"Please stop. Please stop..stop!" My thoughts yelled.

They did. They stopped. I tilted my head in confusion. After a few seconds, the silence stopped and the voices came back full force, making me flinch. Then my eyes widened in surprise. I could understand the voices. They told me stories. Stories I knew. Stories about civilizations and people from the beginning of time. Then the voices slowly started getting quieter and quieter until they disappeared.

I started to wonder, what just happened. I didn't have time to think before another jolt shot through me. It wasn't like the last one. The only way I could describe it was power. Pure...pure power, running through my veins.

I shook my head and turned around a couple of times. I was just a small eleven- year old girl holding a spear. Before I could even start processing anything I carefully put the spear back and walked to my room. Once there I sat down on my bed and tried to figure what in the world just happened. Did I hallucinate? I couldn't have. I didn't smell any gas and I was in that hallway long enough before I got the spear. I ran through several different things and I kept drawing blanks. I decided to sleep on it. Tomorrow is a school day after all.

The next morning I, unfortunately, had to go to school. I'm not one of those students who hate school. I like to learn new things. My mom said that I absorb more information faster than a sponge can absorb water. I just don't learn anything exciting or new in my opinion. It feels like the same old routine. Over and over. I already had my satchel bag packed so all I had to do after getting ready was grab my walking cane. Once I had everything I stepped out onto the streets of New York City and I winced. New York is noisy and smelly and it took some getting used to. Today though, it was overpowering. I heard and smelt the tiniest little thing. I forced myself to continue even though I knew I most likely would have a headache the rest of the day.

I arrived at school a little later than usual but I kept going. Once I reached my classroom I sat down and pulled out my special braille book. Braille books are not common and they are pretty expensive but this is my favorite book in the whole wide world. My dad would read a chapter of it every night to me before bed. He and my mother found this and got it for me so I could read it. It's just a big book of myths and I've memorized the whole thing.

It's one of the most precious things I own besides the necklace my mom gave me. It's a shard of one of the gems in the display cases. I have it on every day.

I stopped reading. I heard sets of footsteps in the hallway as well as something that sounded like a cart or something with wheels. It was strange. I can't hear that far. I pretended to read when I was surveying who had just come in. Two of the people I knew. One was one of my main teachers and the other was an aid. The wheels though I realized was a wheelchair. I assumed that this new person was a substitute teacher and continued reading as other members of the class came. I found myself rereading the same paragraph. Something was off about that new person. They seemed different. My instincts were telling me to be wary of that person.

"Good morning class!" An unfamiliar male voice said as I closed my book.

His voice was lower and he sounded like a professor. He just gave off that vibe.

"I'm Mr. Cook and I will be your substitute this week." He added.

A whole week? That's strange. We aren't doing much, it's the last week of school.

I listened to his instructions on some stupid final days of school worksheets. I stayed quiet the whole time and just did my work. The way home was just the same as going to school. Everything was way too loud and way too overpowering.

Like Mr. Cook said he continued to teach for the following week. I kept an eye on him but I had another thing on my mind. After the incident, Sunday night some things were different about me. My senses were ten times better than before. That's why the city was almost too much for me. To test this theory I set some spices out and tried to guess what they were based on smell. All of the spices were stronger than what I remember.

The other thing I noticed was I was much stronger. I'm eleven and about 4'4. So, I wasn't very strong, to begin with. I was making mac and Cheese on Tuesday when I accidentally ripped a cabinet door off its hinges. I was shocked. I wanted to see what else I could do and I moved around some furniture like they were empty boxes. With my newfound power, I knew I wasn't going to be bored this summer.

The last day of school came and I wasn't as bored as I thought I would be. I put all of my efforts into the stupid games and worksheets we did. At least we were doing something. When class was over I packed everything up and headed for the door, but I was stopped by Mr. Cook.

A jolt of terror shot through me. Did I do something wrong?

"I would like to commend you on your work this week, Miss Johanseen."

The way he said my last name sent a shiver up my spine.

"Thank you." I shuffled a bit unsure of what to do.

"I do know that you have a certain spear." He added chillingly.

I froze my blood running cold. This is when you run right? We were the only ones in the room. I tried to get my legs to move but I stayed rooted to the ground.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He said calmly.

Part of me doubted that.

"It gave you power. Didn't it?" He asked.

I stayed still. How could he have known? He was right though. I did get power. That's what happened Sunday night with the spear. I shifted uneasily.

"My name is Chiron and I'm here to help you." He sounded like he was coaxing an injured animal to him. "I know what you must be feeling. All of the questions you must have."

"Chiron. Like the centaur. Strange name." I thought.

I suddenly blurted out. "You're different from the others." There was something off about him. He seemed to emit this energy. I wasn't sure if it was bad or good.

"I can't talk here. I can tell you everything, meet me at Cleopatra's Needle in Central Park. You know where that is right? West of the Metropolitan Museum."

I nodded.

"Meet me there at five and I will explain everything." He wheeled to the door.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I questioned.

"You just have to." And with that, he left.

The first chapter or the rewrite! I hope you enjoyed it and a big thank you to all who waited. The next chapter will be posted on April 9. I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter and those who don't celebrate it, have a wonderful day!

-Justahumannerd