-1One of the powers… The voice drifts throughout my mind as I get someone's food in the back of the restaurant. I can't seem to get rid of that voice; it is soft yet loud, sweet yet firm. I see myself in a beautiful silver dress in front of dancing flames. Behind me are four others whose features I can't see; it's too dark. Who are these people? And why the hell am I so close to the fire? The weirdest thing is these…these things that are covered in a dark shadow. They keep flying closer to us and we stand our ground, even though they are becoming pretty damn big. Normally I don't remember or even care about dreams, but I've been having this dream a lot lately. The next thing scares the shit outta me: some scary white light comes at me from a thing, as if taking my soul or something. Scary…

"Chloe, is something wrong?" I open my eyes to see the chefs look at me with weird expressions. Huh? What's going on? God, I'm so confused. I quickly realize, with humility, that I am now standing with my hands at my neck, as if I can't breathe or something. It is vair dramatic and freak-ish.

I shake my head no. Ring! Ring! Ring! Saved by the order bell. As I rush out of the kitchen, I hear the senior chef mutter, "Today's teens are so strange." Yeah, we are.

"Chloe, are you okay?" Voices of sympathy and concern follow my miserable self out of the room.

"Unh. Fine." is all I can muster to say. I am just as freaked as they are, maybe even more. It felt like I was dying and that there was no more hope or something. I felt so numb during that brief moment. To tell the truth, I kinda didn't want it to go away. Is that scary or what? I don't even know what to think anymore…

I stop at the counter and grab the table's order. I will finish my shift soon and then will go to the gym to work with my gymnastics class. Then I will go home and attempt to figure out what's wrong with me.

After my shift is finished, I go to my locker to grab my stuff. "What the hell's going on?" I move my head out of my locker just as my twin sister slams the door shut. Flipping her blonde hair over her thin shoulder, she looks at me with anger. "I heard what happened in the kitchen from Al who heard it from Chels. You were standing there choking yourself?" Ah, restaurants. Word spreads fast around here.

I walk away shaking my head in spite of myself. I feel kind of bad not telling my sister/best friend what's going on…but, well, we haven't been that close lately. I have taken a huge interest in my gymnastics, mythology, and fantasy/science fiction. Cassie, on the other hand, took an interest in other things such as cheerleading, swimming, and a bunch of other mysteries that even I don't know about. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I'm woken up by chanting and weird lights that come from underneath her door. "Chloe, you can trust me! You are freaking me out. Why are you acting so strangely?"

"You aren't making any sense Cassandra. I'm fine. I wasn't choking myself; I had a hurt…throat?" Yeah, right. I turn and run out of the restaurant, just as the manager calls her name out, telling her to return to work.

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She's lying. Straight to your face, Cassandra.

Great it's you. You always freak me out you know. You are a cross between Gollum and Dobby.

Why are you worrying about your stupid sister when you should be doing something useful…

Yeah yeah yeah. Figure out how to destroy the Sapphire. Can't I hang out with my friends instead of training and practicing the dark arts? I would like to have a normal teenage life. I think I might quit this little job…

NO! I can't do this without you! You've grown stronger over the years. You are very impressive for a girl of your age, my dear. We will destroy the Force of the Inevitable together. You and I are together until the end

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"Are you sure you're okay Chloe?" exasperated, I look up to my new coach. My cheeks are most likely flushed. I'm having a horribly off day today; I'm falling off the uneven bars, and don't get me started on the vault and balance beam. The only thing I'm looking forward to is the floor routine, my fave routine. "Maybe you should work on your floor routine?" my coach says, snapping me out my trance.

"You read my mind." I respond while she helps me off the floor from my recent fall.

"That's what I'm here for." I hear her softly mumble. I look at her in confusion and almost ask what she just said, but then she interrupted my thought process. "Why don't we watch Chloe do her floor routine?" The girls happily sit near the floor mat. It's near the end of practice, so some get out their cells and arrange rides home or chat with friends. It also was smart of the coach to have everyone watch me, since I am the best.

After about 3 minutes, I finish with my routine and everyone's jaw drops. No, it was not the most amazing routine they had ever seen. Try worst. Horrible landings, off-beat dancing, stumbling, falling off the mat, and a bunch of other stuff I don't want to go into. In the end, I got a 0.4 because I did two good tumbles, one of which was an accident.

On the verge of tears, I tell my friends in a soft voice, "Maybe I shouldn't do gymnastics anymore. I suck."

"Chloe, it's just practice. Tomorrow you'll do awesome and be amazing, as always." My friend, Becca, tells me with hope.

"Doubtful." I say, obviously sad and angry. "Thanks though. If you don't mind, I'm going to go kill myself." Without another word, I exit the gym, not knowing what would happen soon.

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When I get home, I am immediately met with the smell of my mother's homemade apple pie. "Smells great mom." I say as I throw my gymnastics bag and work bag on the floor. "Mom, are you here?" I shrug after a few moments, because I don't see her in the kitchen. Maybe she's out in the orchard with the dog, Riley.

"Hey Chloe." I turn to see my father coming out of his office. "How was work, kiddo?" He has Cassie's light blond hair and our blue eyes. He is nice, but I think he favors my sister over me because she's a swimmer, and I'm, well, not.

"Work-ish." I respond while grabbing an apple and sitting on top of the counter. "Where's mom?"

"Your mother is out in the orchard. I'll go get her for you." He says and turns around to go out the back door. Suddenly, his infamous slouch becomes stiff and rigid as his spine straightens. What's going on? He never has a straight back unless he's at a meeting or something that is supposedly important happens.

"Dad? You okay?" I ask a bit worried. I gasp when he turns around. Every second, his physique turns very old as he stalks toward me. He stops and opens a drawer. I know that drawer. He grabs the biggest knife and makes swipes with it in the air. Then he looks up and starts to laugh in a maniacal way. Not that I know a maniacal laugh sounds like since this has never happened to me before, but that's beside the point I'm trying to make. That point being, my father is trying to kill me.

"Haha dad. Very funny. You are quite the comedian. Now let's put the knife down before someone gets hurt." I laugh as if he's just done the funniest thing ever. He continues to come toward me though. I stand on the countertop just as he runs at me with the knife in a stabbing position. I jump over to the kitchen island and then jump down. Do I dare to look back? 'Course, I look over my shoulder and see that the man who I once knew as my father was now wrenching the knife out of the marble countertop. Yeah, marble, you heard right.

I am now in the living room and I run into something. Wait, make that someone. I look up at the face and see that it is my father. He now has gray hair with blonde lightning bolts streaking through his hair on either side of his temples. His blue eyes have 'KILL' written all over it and his once nice skin is now wrinkly and crumbly. I am terrified at what my father might do to me, and I notice that he doesn't have the knife with him. He grabs my arms and turns me around abruptly. In front of me is my sister.

"Hey sis." She says. "Like my new look?" Yeah, if you like looking like Cruella De Vil on crack. Her blonde hair is now dyed black but has blonde tips and blonde roots. She wears an open, long, black cloak that has her cheerleading uniform underneath in all it's red and orange glory.

"What the hell is going on Cassie? Dad?" I start to attempt to get out of his grip but he just holds on tighter. "Will you let me go? Cassie, where is mom?"

"Mother is not with us anymore. Let's just say she and Riley are now…hmm…how should I say this? I want to ease into it." She looks at me and smiles evilly. "Chloe. Mom and Riley are dead. I used one of my new spells to kill them. Father, please leave the premises, she's not going anywhere." He lets go of me, leaving bruises on my arms, and walks out of the house.

Whoa, my sister, who is naïve and kind, is now a witch? When did this happen? Oh…yeah, the whole chanting and lights thing that's been happening for the past few months. Duh. "Where is mom?" I ask. The tone of my voice is now both scared and brave, contradicting, I know. I would never think that my own sister would betray our family like this.

Before the she responds, black electricity crackles between her finger tips. She lightly snaps her hand out and catches a wall on fire. She continues with her speech. "Come with me, Chloe. You and I can do remarkable things together. I'll teach you everything I know…"

"Umm, lemme think for a second. No. You killed our mother, and my puppy as well, and now caught the house on fire!" As I say this, the fire creates a circle around the two of us. "You know what Cassie? You are scaring me so much. What has gotten into you?"

"Hahaha…Nothing has gotten into me. You know, this is like those stories you read. The cheerleader, that being me, becoming evil and dark. And everyone thinks it's me. Well, you know what? It's the rest of the world that's turned evil, not me. You haven't even realized that yet, sister, you haven't grasped on the evilness the world is! That's pathetic." With that, my sister, my best friend, took a fistful of lime green powder and threw it on the ground. With a puff of smoke, she was gone. Just like that movie…what's it called again? Oh yeah. Wizard of Oz.

By now, the house is in flames. All of a sudden, this malevolent voice resounds around the burning house. "Good bye, my sister. In about 30 seconds, you will die Chloe O'Coilean. It is written in stone…" The voice then fades away. I count to 30 just to see what happens. At exactly 30 seconds, a beam from the ceiling fell. I quickly dodge it via cartwheel. Oh, I see, I can miraculously do a cartwheel when faced with death, but not at practice. Oh well, at least I'm not dead yet. Hey, maybe there's a way out of this mess. I hope.

Of course there isn't. Why would there be? I mean, my death "is written in stone" which makes no sense. Okay, yes it does. I have searched everywhere for an escape and by now; there is a hole in the ceiling. The moon is gorgeous outside though, so if I were to die today, I'm glad it would be underneath a beautiful, large full moon. Tears start to brim my eyes.

The fire is now 2 feet away and I feel like I'm melting. In fact, I am. Eww, gross. I look up at the moon once more and the weirdest thing happens. All the light of the moon goes straight toward me, as if the spotlight is on me. I am soon illuminated by a silver light, i.e. when I look at my hands, they have a silver aura. You know, I would probably be terrified right now…but not really after what just happened.

One thing did surprise me though. That would be the purple and blue ghost who comes up in front of me. Through thin air, of course. Or maybe she came down from the sky? Oh well, it doesn't matter. Anyways, she is very pretty with long, flowing hair down to her knees and large black eyes. "I am here to help you." She says in an angelic voice. "I am a spirit of the moon and I give you my powers. It is time for you to realize your full potential, Chloe Leesa O'Coilean…"

"Who are you? How do you know my name? What do you mean my full potential? How can you be a spirit of the moon? Is that like a race or something? Are you the only one? What happened to my mom? How am I still alive? Why am I the special one who gets the powers of a spirit of the moon? Does this have to do with my freaky dreams? I'm so confused." I start rambling off these questions and tear at my hair out of confusion.

She laughs in a kind manner. "Do not worry. Everything will be answered in time. You will find out what the powers of a spirit of the moon are when the time comes. You are the next spirit of the moon, Chloe, it is your destiny."

"I don't want this destiny! I just want to be a normal teen! I don't even know your name! Why should I trust you? I trust the fire more than you! Wait. I have a quick question. Will these powers help me get back at my sister for what she did? I mean, seriously, it's all her fault that this has happened to me."

"These powers will help you do both whatever you want to your sister and save the world." In a motherly way, she cups my cheek in her hand. It makes me miss my mother even more. "Your mother would be very proud of you if she was alive. I am very sorry for your loss. Chloe, you will do much good for your planet and universe. I must go now but keep in mind to always listen to what your heart says and you must always have hope." With that, the nameless spirit drifted away, leaving me in the middle of a ring of fire that is quickly creeping closer. Jeez, thanks for getting me to safety lady-spirit-thing.

How am I going to live? Will I live? How will I save the world and do good for the planet and universe? What is a spirit of the moon? I don't want the life of some person from the books I read. WHY ME?