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"Carlos, stay away!" a little boy turned around as the young girl screamed the warning. The air was filled with smoke and fire as the town burned. Dead bodies lay around the ground.

The girl ran towards the golden hair boy as pillars of wood crashed down. Ringing of steel, women crying, and screams of soldiers were everywhere. The village was under attack.

Dodging beneath the enemy's legs, the small girl headed for Carlos. He was crouching behind the well, his arms covering his head. Running, the girl picked up a short sword and threw it at an approaching foe. She squatted down and tried to pull him up.

"Carlos, get up! If we don't get away from here, we're all dead!" She tugged his sleeve while pushing away strands of brown hair away from her face.

"I do not like this at all, Carla. I wish it would stop. Make it all stop!" His small frame shook as rivers of tears streamed down his face. Carla pulled him up to his feet.

"It will end if you live." She smiled at him and took his hand. "Don't die now, or our 7 years together will all be wasted."

Then she ran, pulling him along, weaving through the chaos. But then, arrows whizzed down on them. Carla saw them and pushed Carlos down, taking on the shots. Blood dripped down the side of her mouth as she sank down on one knee. Carlos stared up at her in shock.

"Carla, are you okay?" He clawed his way towards her. "Carla, answer me! Don't go! I order you, don't go!"

"Carlos, run. That's an order from your guardian." Carla smiled. "This day would come sooner or later. Train yourself and live. I'll just be gone for a short while, and then I'll come back. Please…"

"NO!" Carlos screamed as Carla was engulfed in white light. He covered his eyes as it glowed brighter. When he opened them, Carla was gone, the arrows lying on the ground. Three words hung on the air:

"Thank you, Carlos."

=.=

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Clara groaned as she turned off her alarm clock. Yawning, she got out of bed and looked at the calendar. It said June 14, the last day of school. She hoped nothing troublesome would happen. She was a smart girl, but she seemed to be a trouble magnet. Everywhere she went bad things happen. Like the girl's locker room would burn, the principal would be hanging on a tree branch with nothing but his underwear on; things like that. But this year, nothing seriously evil happened. But she was still nervous.

"Thanks for the ride!" Clara called out to the bus driver as she hopped down to the hard pavement. It was summer but she still a black hooded jacket, a big T-shirt with random words up front, ripped jeans and black combat boots. Her violin case was slung at her back as her brown eyes scanned through her music piece, her dark brown hair shining dully in the light. She and everyone else who were orphans, headed towards a low red bricked school that took in children who had a specialty in music.

"Hi, Clara!"

"Hey Clara."

"Yo Clara, wazzup!"

She smiled at each person as she climbed up the steps of the building. Each hour, the classes would rotate to a different music class; strings, brass, woodwind, percussion, and vocals as an extra. There were very few children enrolled in the school, students as young as ten to teenagers as old as nineteen, so Clara quickly rose to being number two behind Erik Suvilane, supposedly the 'reincarnation of Mozart'. They all lived in a remote town, isolated from everyone so not much excitement happened; until that morning.

"Give me three of octaves of a concert b flat." Mr. Rod, their orchestra conductor ordered. It was one of those rare times when the whole school gathered together as a whole and played together in their concert hall, which was the only fancy room in the entire building.

"Now open your pieces and go to William Tell. This will just be as our warm up." He waited for a while for the rustling of a hundred leaves of musical sheets. When all pair of eyes looked at him, he raised his baton and all the instruments went up at once. "We do it in cut time."

=.=

"Hum di dud ta dud bop bi bops…" Clara drummed her fingers on the table as she went with the beat in the radio. It was lunch time and she had an hour to herself.

She was quite a loner, even though she was popular. There was something about the aura that she carried that gave the other kids some scary judgments about her. Not that she cared anyway; she was perfectly fine by it.

"It's the last subject…" Clara fidgeted nervously on her chair. Her heart was hammering inside her chest as her blood roared around her ears.

She muttered to herself, "Please let me go through with this. Please oh please!"

Suddenly, a huge 'BOOM' went off in the corridor. Guess not. Students screamed and some of them opened the door and looked out, only to close it back again, their faces as white as a ghost. With a sigh, she calmly got up and picked up her instrument and bag.

Here we go again.

"Everyone, thank you for everything that you did." she said to her teacher and classmates. "I appreciate it all. Please don't be alarmed. There might be a few broken doors and windows, but they'll be fixable. Thanks for taking me in."

"Are you leaving?" someone asked. Clara turned towards that person. They were frightened, but concerned at the same time. All of them knew that no one could stay in that place permanently. All of them were runaways, and they would be found out sooner or later.

"Yes, I am. But don't worry, you'll find another number two." Then she left.

Clara ran down the hall and out to the main gates. She looked back and saw her pursuers chasing after her, their black suits and sunglasses glinting brightly against the sun. But then a waterfall of sludge fell on top of them. She heard a cheer rise and saw all her friends waving from the windows.

"Bye Clara!"

"Good luck!"

"Come visit us someday soon!"

"We'll miss you!"

"Call me!"

Tears pooled in her eyes as she waved goodbye. Leaving was always the hardest thing to do, especially when they treated her like family. Without looking back, she ran away.

=.=

Panting, she skidded into a stop beside the wheat fields. She looked behind her and saw her pursuers coming after her, their black glasses glinting in the sun and their posh suits out of place with the surroundings.

She grounded her teeth. If she had to fight, fine, she'd fight.

Clara unhooked a golden violin charm from her silver bracelet and popped it in her mouth, careful not to swallow it. Each student had one color depending on what class they aced, which was first place as gold, second as silver, and bronze as third place. She had all silver and one gold. She popped the pendant in her mouth and chanted the spell. Lights swirled all around her for a second, and what was once nothing in her hands was a violin and a bow.

The pursuers stopped, unsure of what to do. They were ordered to take the girl; but when the girl was popping small pieces of metal in her mouth and looked like she would stab them to death with her bow, they wondered whether she was plotting something or is completely mad. Their hesitance was that Clara needed. She brought up her violin and with a smirk in her lips, played a complicated song. However, the song was enchanted. Bright light circled around the men as they danced around looking like a pair of clumsy goons.

Suddenly, somebody materialized in front of them; literally just stepped out of thin air. Clara stared dumbfounded at the woman. She lowered down her instrument and it vanished, her pendant returning back to its original place in the bracelet. The stranger smiled at her, her gown shimmering with colors in the afternoon sun. Her golden hair glowed fairer than the light of the wheat fields. But what disturbed Clara the most was that the strange woman's eyes were like dark wells where you had to be careful of her or you might fall.

"Clara Everseed. My, how you've grown," She chuckled, her voice dark and mysterious. "Of course, you would not remember. How pitiful."

"How'd you know my name? Who are you? What do you want?" Clara demanded, her heart pounding. This woman couldn't have known her past, could she?

"Oh Clara, how long Carlos missed you so." She laughed again. "Even if we said you wouldn't be the same, he kept on insisting. Then, we found five years ago; however you were always so keen and quick, always the first to disappear."

Clara's hand shook from shock and anger. This was not happening.

"So you were the ones who kept chasing me and driving me away from my homes just because a kid says so?"

The woman narrowed her eyes. Clara took a step back, realizing her mistake.

"I never told you Carlos is still a child. He's fifteen now, actually. But how would you know?" Clara willed herself not to speak. Her big mouth always landed her in trouble. The two big guys started for her again, wary this time.

"And be quick about it!" The woman ordered. "Don't let her swallow her pendants. If she does, you'll be punished by me."

Clara jumped back as the big guys attacked her with lightning speed. She ran again, trying to unhook the flute pendant while trying not to get hit by their axe. Since when did they acquire weapons!?

Hiding behind a tree, she finally released her flute charm. But then the axe landed a few inches away from her face. She recoiled back as the axe was swung back at her again, missing by a few hairs. She sprinted away, her case thumping behind her back. She popped the charm into her mouth, and trying not to swallow it, chanted the spell as fast as she could in her head.

Her flute materialized in her hand, but a force drove at her back so hard, she flew 10 feet off the ground and landed on her ankle, twisting it in process. She clutched her foot, clenching her teeth, trying to ease the pain. Her flute lay beside her as she tried to reach for it. Unfortunately, the bad guy picked it up and snapped it in two.

Autumn leaves fluttered down as the flute dissolved. The pendant returned, but it had turned black. Clara stared at it in dismay.

"I worked hard for that, you know!" She complained as she inspected the defected charm. "Do you know how many hours I had to swim to strengthen my diaphragm?"

"I'm sorry dear, but instruments aren't play things." Clara could've hit her right then and there if she hadn't gotten up and tried to stand, but pain shot up her leg, she had to sit back down. Clara glared at her.

"I'll get you for this, woman."

The stranger just waved her hand and white door opened in the air. Then Clara was hoisted up by her arms and was led towards it. Her eyes opened wide as she realized what was going on. She kicked and pulled as she drew nearer to it.

"What do you want with me!? If you want money, I have nothing! Not even a cent!" She struggled against the grip, but with no avail.

"My, you're quite a fierce cat aren't you?" the woman chuckled as she opened the door. Beyond it was a swirling mass of nothingness. "But I don't want your money or you, in fact. I want your past."

Then the woman stepped through it.

Clara closed her eyes as she was dragged into the portal.

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