《My Unending Agony》The Phoenix
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Just outside of the house stood a man with a raggedy black jacket and dark pants. "Dillon, right now you're probably still confused on what you saw in that house. Now you're most likely even more confused on who I am." The man said, walking towards me. "Well I won't hide the answers like those two in there." He slowly pulled a dagger from behind him. His eyes flashed red, and then went back to his original green. "This dagger here, is one of two daggers made in the two middle dimensions. It is said that they are also the only weapon in existence to kill Fragments like you and the two inside." The dagger began to turn black. The man's hand started to turn ink black, and his fingers thinned and grew. A dark flame started to form on his body and his face turned black, and eyes dark red.
Two glowing beams of light came down from the sky it was two people that brought me here. They knocked the man into a tree. I knew it was them again. The both changed back to a human like form and kept the man away from me. "Silas! Get him out of here! We know you are watching!" The woman yelled. I did not see who she was talking to, but I did here a voice inside my head saying "I must warn you, changing back from a spirit for will feel strange." Right after that, my legs started to feel like they were burning. I dropped to the floor, and the gravity felt heavy again. My hands started to hurt as well. When I looked at them I noticed the were not glowing, but slowly started to become flesh. My chest started to as well. I felt like my insides were burning up.
As all this was going on, glowing streams of light began to surround me. "Three..." the voice said. "What's that supposed to mean?!" I yelled back. "Two, you'll see..." I closed my eyes in fear. "One."
I waited a few seconds before saying "Was something supposed to happen?" "Well if your eyes were open, you would have seen." Said the voice jokingly. He sounded like he was now standing in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes and jumped back to see an old looking man with glowing white eyes, which look very different then what a blind persons. His eyes were as white and bright as I was. He was also wearing a rather old looking raggedy hood, covering his white hair was a. He carried a cane as well. "Hello Dillon, you can call me Silas."
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We were in some kind of dorm or bedroom, with white walls and white tiles. There was a bed and a little desk, but no windows.
"Where am I now? And how did you change me back?" "I have taken you far away, to a place called The Blank Space. This is a place of safety for powerful beings. Beings who protect every dimension. Oh and this is the room you will be staying in." I stood there trying to understand what he just said. "Why am I here?" I asked. "As you saw before, you are not normal; you are in fact one of few Fragments of the Spark alive. The man who just tried to kill you used to be one of us, until he was told that one of your kind killed his parents."
A knock came from the door. "I have to go now Dillon, I will see you at breakfast in the morning." When he opened the door I saw man with a glowing white face, as bright as I was before. He was holding a dagger in his hand, almost as identical as the one I saw the man that attacked me had, except this one was white. I did not get a very good look at the man and the dagger before the door closed.
I had a hard time getting to sleep, but some how I got my mind cleared and drifted off.
"Wake up." a voice said. I opened my eyes to see a young boy with leather robes and bright blue eyes, and light blond hair, sitting beside my bed. "Hello, Who are you?" I ask.
"My name is Kayson. You were dreaming of bad things?"
"No, no I'm fine." The boy got up out of the chair and walked over to me.
"If you say so. Come you are wanted with the others in the dinning hall."
I followed Kayson though the place turning from one hallway to another, down one flight of steps to another till finally we stood in front of a large metal double door.
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"After you." he said. I was quite surprised at how easy it was to push the doors open, it felt like just any other door. In the room were large groups of tables with people of all ages sitting at them. The table at the other side of the room was different from the rest. On the top of the table was a symbol that looked like an N But had had a line on the top of it With a large gem behind it. At that table sat Silas and a few others I don't know yet.
"Everyone, Focus your attention to the young man at the doorway! This is Dillon Mathews! He will be training with us from now on, so please make him feel at home." Everyone in the room started to whisper to each other.
"Dillon, you can come sit with us." Said a group of girls all dressed in the same Old looking 1920s style gothic dresses beside me. Something about them was very alluring. I felt as though I was in a trance. As I began to walk towards them someone tapped my shoulder.
"Hey trust me, don't sit with them." I looked to see a young man with bright blond hair and yellow eyes . I turned back to the girls who's eyes are now now black, cracked looking dark grey skin, and they were hissing at the man next to me.
"The names Lionel. You can come sit with us if you want."
I followed Lionel to his table and sat down with his group of friends. "So, are you really Dillon? Like the one wh..."
"Calm down Argus, He just got here. Hello, I'm Hera Daughter of Arete. And this is Argus my younger brother."
"Hi, it's so great to see you in per..." Argus try's to say before getting interrupted by his sister.
"And this is Callia, She lost her voice years ago but she does speak in her own way." As soon as Hera said that, my head started hurting a bit and a voice said
"Hello, so sorry if this hurts a little, I think you will get used to it."
"I will try." I replied.
"And you have already met me and Kayson." Said Lionel patting Kayson on the shoulder.
After we all had our breakfast, I followed Lionel and everyone else to were they hang out for the day, and train for different things. The room was not to big, and had a couch with a fire place in front of it, a table on the left of the fire place with chairs around it.
"Alright, so this is were we go first thing in the morning, and pretty much stay here till either we are called, or dismissed to our rooms." Said Lionel. "Since today is your first day with the Protectors we will relax, but tomorrow we need to see what you can do, you know like see if you are good for our group." Hera informed me.
"What do you mean?" I asked, A sudden ring in my head came followed by the voice of Callia
"We all have our own abilities, we need to know what you know of yours."
I noticed Argus In a corner standing with his eyes closed.
"What is it?" Hera asked him. He opened his eyes and for a second I thought I saw fear in his eyes when he looked at his sister.
"It is nothing important." He replied nervously. "Well who wants to go walk around, maybe go to the creatures room." said Kayson.
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