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Chapter: the unknown girl

            Her burette hair was a deep rich color that only darkened her aura. Her hands were pale, and her lips dry, from the outside that had visible tore her up on the outside skin and the in.  Her eyes were a piercing blue, that matched that sky on whatever feeling the sky became. Her hands were fragile, and her arms weak, but there was nothing weak about her. She was lost, and anyone or anything who passed by her in this world could tell just by one look. Then again, this world isn’t like our world. People see more here then we could ever see. Power may come with a flaw however, but reality has never been truly explored in ever angle.  No one is ever truly lost because of it.

            There are the Truth-Sayers, who only know truth. They can tell a lie anyone says, they mostly rulers of trails or government policies. Never underestimate the power government in this world. They are said to only speak truth, but that is not fact. They can read a lie, just as easy as they can tell a lie. However, most Truth-Sayers are looked fondly upon. Not usually questioned, for who would dare question a person with great power. Who would dare question anything?

            There is one power that would restrict the Truth-Sayers. They are the Drivers of the mind. They know what is mad, they know destiny, and they know what is missing and what is found. They are the Drivers of the reality, the drivers of mad minds, and the divers of motivation. Where ever that motivation takes you. They are said be able to read your mind, but it’s not completely true. The line between this truth and false is thin and know one really knows reality but the drivers. No one ever comes in front of driver without knowing that they drive you places that you may never step upon before you met them.

            Then again, there is one power that carries the truest burden of knowing how the Drivers and Truth Sayers work. They are seen weak usually, but they know that their part is just as equal as everyone else. They are the Feelers; they feel everything more intense then the normal. They feel others pain, grief, sorrow. They feel others anger, madness, or confusion. True they can feel positives things with equal power, but they are known for their grief. Know one asks a Feeler to feel happiness, they ask them to know evil.

            Their other minor powers, that are known, not quite as well, but they are known. The Reformers are those who have the power to restore order.  The Peace Makers who work beside the Reformers. Don’t mistake the powers though, for they are very different. The Creeds, The Medicines, and others, those who help create this world of their tradition.

            You see not much change happens in this place. If crimes are committed, the Truth-Sayers recognize their guilt. If anything goes out of the plain, the Drivers will sure fix it. The Feelers, the poor, poor feelers will always know what is wrong with those feelings inside for those who cannot see through the mask of others. This world makes since, however, sure they world is not black and white, nor does all agree on what is right. However, everyone knows what is and what is not. Everyone knows that there is a match for everyone, in equal power. There are the Golden Rules that never change. It’s this world, our world, that didn’t change until her. Besides these great powers, and these rules, they are the same as humankind.           

            “You are lost miss.” he voice stated not question with his voice creaked like a violin plucked by its student for the first time.  His hair drove many places on his head, looking like a rug that went wrong.  His jeans were long, touching the ground, but torn by being step on that you could see he shoes that were original white but know dirty. His eyes were green, but with sparkle of light. His jeans were half covered by his long brown t-shirt that was ripped and beaten.

            “I..” her voice was came out weak but smooth and understandable. “Who am I?”  His eyes went open with a terror, a shock. His cheeks flushed as embarrassed.  He never heard a question be asked. 

            “Don’t speak again!” he commanded, though after bit his lip in guilt. He had never commanded anyway, it wasn’t his position or duty. In fact, he was sick of those who commanded him. He knew feelings though, it was his curse. He was a feeler. Knowing perfectly what it felt like to be see as less then.  Yet, it was for her own good that she did not speak, what most not be spoken.  He felt her fear, he felt her not understanding. Who what not understand, everything understood. It frightened him, a feeling much like her own. Yet, more intense with them both.

            “Sorry, come child. I’ll get you help.”   She was not a child really, she was of age, nineteen.   Yet with her look of the eyes, and

            She fallowed the man in hesitation, but she had another option or clue.  As he led her to building, or rather castle.   They crossed a bridge, and walked up to the wooden door.  His hand moved into a fist, she cringed at the site.  His hand only moved towards the piece of wood, and the door slowly opened in response. 

            “I new you would come.”  A man stated as he stood at the door with his hair that was black going with age, and his silver eyes.  He was a driver; there was no way about it, or at least the Feeler new, with a red spite of anger gulped down through his throat the wrong way.  

            “She, she is blurry to me. I know that she stands beside you with my present, but with my future and past eyes, I can not see her. We should bring her to the court.”

            They walked through the door. The driver walked in front, and the feeler and the girl unknown walked beside him. They were walking down a dark hall.  This hall seemed to never end if you looked a head.

            The feeler looked at her piecing blue eyes, her Burnett hair.  He could feel trouble stirring in his heart, yet warmth in hers.  Yet there was fear in heart, she trembled inside herself, but barely moved, and didn’t speak. Like she was a mute, but he asked to and she obeyed.  The court would approve of this, but somehow he felt guilty for this.

            “My name is Jefferson. Friends call me Jeff.” He spoke kindly and stiffened a smiled. She looked at him full of wonder; she had taken a liking to him. Though she didn’t know why, she didn’t even know her name.  

            “She does not know her name,” told the driver walking a little forward.

            Jeff, the feeling, wanted to ask her what she wanted to be called, but new that he would be highly punished inside the court’s building, or castle.  “the unknown girl should surely have a name.”  Jeff said to the driver. “She feels she needs one.”

            She looked at Jeff again, and nodded.

            The driver spoke, “we will let the court decide, know.”

            They came a long another wooden door, and there in the cold room was the court.  She walked in there and new a worse feeling then fear. She felt a great intense anxiety, and coldness.  She by instinct grabbed on the feelers, Jeffery’s arm.

            “Its okay kid, everything will be alright.”    The driver and the feeler ushered her upon the oval stand, where she looked upon five men.  These men all had grey hair, wrinkles on there faces. Black robes feel to their toes, if you could see there toes. The table stood in front of them.   Those men sat with all silver eyes.   She looked to her left and there was another set of five men.  They were also with grey hair, but they had blue eyes and navy robes.  Then on her right she saw five other men, they were even older then the others, they sat somewhat weaker, they had a dark robes on and had green eyes.

            The five on her left, with there blue eyes, one on the outside spoke “She is empty of a past of a future. We since no power, no truth.  Some has whipped this girl clean of memory and knowledge.  She doesn’t know, therefore we do not know.  We since that she need someone to guide her along her path.” 

            The ones on the right spoke. “She is innocent now. She is filled with fear and uncertainty. She feels no desire to harm.  However, we feel something else beneath her outer feelings. We since the feeling of courage, and strength inside of her. Beware, she means no harm, she is confused and innocent.  However, though she means no harm, it is not to be mistaken, she indeed can harm us if given the reason. We believe she needs someone to be with her, to connect on emotional level to feel safe. To ease her anxiety, and perhaps unblock this lack of memories.

            The Truth-Sayers, those with silver eyes, who sat in front, studied them and her.            “Tells us your name, child.”

            “I don’t know my name sir. I don’t know where I am.”

            “She speaks the truth,” said one Truth-Sayers.

            “Tell us your strength,” ordered another Truth-Sayer.

            “Strength, sir?”  She questioned, as they all cringed.

            “DO YOU DARE ASK QUESTIONS IN THE COURTS PRESENCE, AND CURSE THE GOLDEN RULES.”

            “What are the golden rules, sir?” She question and started weeping, “I am sorry sir, I am sorry. I didn’t mean too again.”

            “She feels remorse, she meant no harm.”  Said one from the left, they were the feelers.

            A Truth-Sayer spoke “She speaks the truth. She does not know anything.  I agree with the drivers and the feelers.  She needs one to guide her, perhaps one of her own age. To learn the golden rules, and to understand our why of life.”

            A driver spoke, those on the left with blue eyes, “Sir Tristan, your daughter is of age, and we believe she is destined to be her guide.”

            “She is too young to guide,” The Truth-Sayer said.

            “We feel the girl unnamed will feel safest with a girl her age.”

            “If you live in my house, share a room and your life with my daughter. You will not hurt my daughter. You need to promise me this.”

            “I promise sir, I mean no harm.”

            “She speaks the truth.” 

            “She needs a name.” said a driver.

            “A name is important; she will need to pick her name, to feel it is hers.”

            A driver spoke, “we agree, her name will be chosen in time. Not now.”

            The Truth Sayers spoke, “she will go home with Sir Tristan, one of are finest Truth-Sayers.  The court clapped.

            “The court has destined her.”

            “The court has look inside her heart.”

            “The court has seen the truth”

            “Jeffery found the girl, sir.” Said the driver who walked them down to the court, that stood beside the truth.

            “He has loved and cared for her enough to bring here,” said a feeler.

            “We should give him some water, and bread. Let them fallow his path outside the garden.”

            “But sir,” Jeffery spoke, “she feel comfort with me, I could take care of her.”

            The feelers laughed, the Truth-Sayers laughed, and drivers all laughed at this idea.

            “Go back where you belong  Jeffery, outside the gardens, you must stay out of her life for you will ruin her path to living this life rightful.”   A driver said.

            “but…” Jeff stated before interrupted.

            “The court has destined him.”

            “The court has seen his heart.”

            “The court has seen the truth.”

            Jeff left with his head down.

            “Good bye Jeff,”  the unknown girl said.