|The Chrystal Stone
Author: stormfanatic PM
Arabella goes to a normal boarding school, her parents died 3 years ago, and everything seems to be normal. but in reality nothing isRated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,772 - Published: 10-11-11 - id: 2960152
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The Chrystal Stone Bridgitte Root
Chapter Two: I Become Transparent
We walked into the classroom and took our seats. I sat next to Skyler. She smiled at me and I smiled back. So this is what it's like to have a friend. I looked around and Sierra was nowhere to be seen. For a moment I thought that she might leave me alone now that I have a friend as fierce as herself. But that wonderful moment left as quickly as it had come. Sierra appeared in the doorway with a smug look on her face. The look she always has when she does something bad to some unsuspecting soul. Mainly me.
We got through the first five minutes with nothing going wrong. I looked over at Skyler. She looked the same as I felt. Her face was white and her icy blue eyes darted from person to person.
Then the fire alarm went off. Her eyes went wide and she looked over at Sierra. I followed her gaze. Sierra was smiling wickedly. I looked at Mr. Nazigen, our teacher. The look on his face told me this wasn't a drill. Skyler grabbed my arm as we all walked out the door. Well, more like ran out the door. Hey, people don't like getting fried.
Smoke filled the classroom as we filed into the hallway. The front doors were in sight. I hugged my arms, reaching for my warm flannel coat.
It wasn't there.
I stopped walking and looked back at the classroom. I could still reach it and get outside before anyone notices I was gone. I looked at Skyler. She smiled back at me, but her smile wasn't real. It was pained. Worried. Her eyes darted around as if she expected someone to jump out of the smoke and trap us. How right my imagination was. As soon as she looked away, I bolted down the hallway to the same classroom we had just vacated.
I crawled through the smoke to my seat. Strangely, the smoke didn't seem to have any effect on me. I grabbed my coat and turned around. Skyler was standing there, coughing. I grabbed her and pulled her to the floor, acting completely on instinct. We started to crawl back to the door, but something stood in the doorway. Feet. In high heeled shoes. Hot pink high heeled shoes. Only one girl would wear pointy shoes that could possibly be used as a weapon of torture.
She looked down at me and smiled, but her form shimmered. For one second it was Sierra, and the next second it was a fiery demon type thing. Her hair was literally fire. And her skin was as red as a tomato. A forked tongue flickered between her jagged shark teeth. She looked at me, slowly shaking her head, disappointed.
Then she spoke. Every word felt like a stab in the brain. "It is sssad that they did not sssend better protection for one ssso powerful."
"One so powerful?" Me? Powerful? My brain chuckled at the thought.
"Haven't you realized your fate, foolisssh child?"
"Yesss. Light's children never have a pleasssant fate. And yoursss is worssse than them all." Her burning laugh echoed around the room, sending flames leaping on the walls. Then she stepped back and closed the door to the classroom in the form of Sierra.
Skyler coughed and collapsed against my side. I looked at her. She needed to get out of here and fast. I looked around for a window or another door, but found nothing. Flames leaped up the walls and curled around the desks. There was no way we could get out.
Not knowing what else to do, I dragged Skyler into the middle of the room and sat down beside her. There was no way Sierra (whatever she was) would get the satisfaction of knowing I died kicking and screaming helplessly. I closed my eyes and was calmly awaiting a fiery death when a huge bang filled my ears.
My eyes flew open and I looked around for the cause of the noise. The door was laying on the floor and two figures walked in. I jumped up, scared that it was Sierra coming to finish me off. Once the smoke cleared I could tell it wasn't Sierra. I walked towards them, but they didn't seem to know I was there. They were still looking at the spot where I was sitting when they came in. Confused, I also looked back and gasped.
I was still sitting there.
My eyes were closed and my legs were crossed. Although Skyler was leaning against me, unconscious, I sat up completely straight. I could have been a statue is it wasn't for my hair, which was swirling around my head even though there was a lack of wind. But that wasn't all.
The flames that I had momentarily forgotten about in all my excitement, didn't come within a foot of Skyler and my body in any direction, while the rest of the classroom crackled and burned. I looked back at the strangers, curious how they got here in the midst of the flames. They too had an imaginary circle around them, which the flames didn't cross.
I figured I was dead and was somehow watching myself be found. Although I convinced my brain that there was some logical explanation for all of this, my heart knew the truth.
There was more to me that even I didn't know.
The two strangers, a boy and a girl, started talking and I had to lean in closer to be able to make out what they were saying.
"…She is definitely who we came for." Said the boy.
"Yeah, but can we trust her? What if she has already discovered who she is and joined Donomar?" Said the girl.
"Why would she save Skyler if she has already joined Donomar?" The girl didn't respond. "We just have to trust her for now."
The flames parted the way as they walked towards the sitting me and Skyler, who was still unconscious. I followed them, still trying to decide if they are friends or someone like Sierra.
"Is she dead?" The girl asked.
"Well of course she's not dead! " The boy retorted.
" Well she sure looks like it!"
"Are you blind! You can't die sit-!"
Skyler erupted into a coughing fit and they immediately stopped arguing and ran over to her. They helped her off the floor and pulled her away from me. Or rather, my body. Then they both turned to me. "Should we try to touch her?" The boy said.
"Let's at least try." The girl replied. No. I somehow already knew this would not end well.
The boy reached down to grab my feet, but before he could, my eyes flew open.