Tradition tells us to be normal. To follow the rules of society and be like everyone else. Then again, history shows us that society is often wrong, immoral, and unjust. So what do you follow? The lessons of history, or the laws of society? Most people would stay, "Why can't I be normal but still do what is right?", and you can, but most people don't. The pressure to fit in is a force to be reckoned with. History has shown that society trumping morals starts small, then becomes enormous. The civilization often falls after morals are thrown out the window.
That's where I come in. My name is Arimae, and I am the one that the Fates send to destroy a city when it goes beyond the point of saving. I have been asleep for almost two hundred years. And now that my spirit has been summoned it must find a human shell capible of housing it. I must find one in city I am sent to destroty, a city called Las Angeles.
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I was late for school, AGIAN. Lately I had been sluggish and tired. Even my teachers had noticed my lack of enthusiasm and how quiet I have been. I'm usually a very happy go lucky sort of person. The kind of person who is always smiling, and always has an opinion. The kind of person that is dedicated and never quits. My mom started to miss that person. She finally asked me where that person was hiddden and why. AllI could tell her was that I hoped they'd be back soon.
I managed to run into the school right as the first bell rang. I threw my bag in my locker, grabbed my art supplies, and dashed down the hall to the art class room. I barely got to my seat before the bell rang. Ms. Finch took attendance then began to describe our project for the week. After she was done explaining she let us move to find something to sketch with charcoal. I moved to the love seat in the corner and started sketching the first thing that came to mind.
When the bell rang I jumped. When I jerked I had made a line across my page. I quickly erased it as best I could as I started to collect my things. As I was about to walk out of the room Ms. Finch stopped me.
"May I see?", she asked, indicating my sketch. I shrugged and handed her my art board. She examined the page then looked up at me, "This is amazing. The detail, the shading, and the pure artistry of it takes my breath away. I have never seen you draw this well before Xoe. What changed?" I shrugged again, growing uncomfortable. Ms. Finch handed me my art board and waved me off. I looked down at what I had drawn. Why had I drawn the city on fire? And why was I standing on a hill watching it burn?
The rest of the day went without anything else wierd. My friend Gwen gave me a ride home and as soon as I walked through the front door, I knew some one else was there. It couldn't be my mom. She was at work until six. So it must be a burgular or a terrorist or something. I grabbed the nearest weapon I could find, a katana that was mounted next to the door. I unsheathed the blade and tip toed into the kitchen. Coast clear. I moved on to the dining room, my room, then I went down the hall checking my mom's room and the guest room. I went down to the end of the hall, the door to my room was shut. I knew I hadn't had time to shut it this morning. I slowly opened the door. No one. Then I noticed the box on my bed. It was small, about the size of my palm. I picked it up and looked at it closely. It was black, with a silver thread tied around it.
I gently untied the thread and lifted up the top of the box. Inside was a silver circle locket, inlaid with a black stone, in the shape of the star. I tried to open it; but it was stuck. I sat down on my bed. I laid the locket in my palm, tracing the star with my finger. Who had left it on my bed? Could it have been the person I thought was here? Why did they want me to have it? I shrugged off my suspictions and put the necklace on. Regardless of who gave it to me, it was beautiful and felt like platnimun. It was obviously expensive, so who ever left it for me must have paid a lot for this weird gift. The chain was so short it was almost a choker. The pendant lay in the dip at the base of my neck.
I turned to the mirror on my wall. I liked the look and feel of the necklace. It made me feel impowered someway. I leaned towards my reflection, gazing into my violet-contact eyes. The image flicked, shifting from my eyes to icy blue ones. I jumped back, away from the mirror. Who's eyes were those? Did I really see them or was it just a trick of the light? I leaned forward again. Nothing. I stood there for another ten minutes, waiting for the ghostly image to appear, but still nothing happened.
I sat down on my bed and pulled my trig. homework out of my backpack. I had just finished the first problem when my cell phone rang. I hit the speaker phone button and continued to work.
"Hellooooooo? Xoe? Are you there?", it was my mom.
"Yeah... I'm here... What's up?", I answered, destracted by question six.
"I have to be in New York by tomorrow morning so I'm about to catch a plane. I will have to be there for the rest of the week, so use the emergency card I gave you to buy dinner for the next few days. Try not to spend more then a couple hundred dollars, okay?", I rolled my eyes as I finished number thirteen.
"Mom, trust me. No wild parties, no crazy shopping spree, I'm just going to lay around and eat pizza... By the way, why are you leaving this time?", I asked, barely expecting an answer. My mom is some sort of high-profile lawyer, so all her clients are very hush-hush. I'm not saying the mafia types, more like the government types. I heard her sigh,
"It is a senator. That is all I can tell you. I love you Xoe. I will call you tomorrow morning. Bye." There was a faint click, and she was gone. This is the seventh time this year she has had to fly out of state just talk to some guy whose name she never told me. And it's only May!
Shaking my head I finish the final problem, twenty seven, and put my homework away. I put my pajamas on and ordered a pizza. I walked into the living room to pick a movie I'd probably seen more then once. I chose The Matrix, a classic by any standard. I popped the disc in and went into the kitchen to make popcorn and grab a caffeinated beverage.
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I opened my eyes and glared at the alarm clock.
That's where I come in. My name is Arimae, and I am the one that the Fates send to destroy a city when it goes beyond the point of saving. I have been asleep for almost two hundred years. And now that my spirit has been summoned it must find a human shell capible of housing it. I must find one in city I am sent to destroty, a city called Las Angeles.
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I was late for school, AGIAN. Lately I had been sluggish and tired. Even my teachers had noticed my lack of enthusiasm and how quiet I have been. I'm usually a very happy go lucky sort of person. The kind of person who is always smiling, and always has an opinion. The kind of person that is dedicated and never quits. My mom started to miss that person. She finally asked me where that person was hiddden and why. AllI could tell her was that I hoped they'd be back soon.
I managed to run into the school right as the first bell rang. I threw my bag in my locker, grabbed my art supplies, and dashed down the hall to the art class room. I barely got to my seat before the bell rang. Ms. Finch took attendance then began to describe our project for the week. After she was done explaining she let us move to find something to sketch with charcoal. I moved to the love seat in the corner and started sketching the first thing that came to mind.
When the bell rang I jumped. When I jerked I had made a line across my page. I quickly erased it as best I could as I started to collect my things. As I was about to walk out of the room Ms. Finch stopped me.
"May I see?", she asked, indicating my sketch. I shrugged and handed her my art board. She examined the page then looked up at me, "This is amazing. The detail, the shading, and the pure artistry of it takes my breath away. I have never seen you draw this well before Xoe. What changed?" I shrugged again, growing uncomfortable. Ms. Finch handed me my art board and waved me off. I looked down at what I had drawn. Why had I drawn the city on fire? And why was I standing on a hill watching it burn?
The rest of the day went without anything else wierd. My friend Gwen gave me a ride home and as soon as I walked through the front door, I knew some one else was there. It couldn't be my mom. She was at work until six. So it must be a burgular or a terrorist or something. I grabbed the nearest weapon I could find, a katana that was mounted next to the door. I unsheathed the blade and tip toed into the kitchen. Coast clear. I moved on to the dining room, my room, then I went down the hall checking my mom's room and the guest room. I went down to the end of the hall, the door to my room was shut. I knew I hadn't had time to shut it this morning. I slowly opened the door. No one. Then I noticed the box on my bed. It was small, about the size of my palm. I picked it up and looked at it closely. It was black, with a silver thread tied around it.
I gently untied the thread and lifted up the top of the box. Inside was a silver circle locket, inlaid with a black stone, in the shape of the star. I tried to open it; but it was stuck. I sat down on my bed. I laid the locket in my palm, tracing the star with my finger. Who had left it on my bed? Could it have been the person I thought was here? Why did they want me to have it? I shrugged off my suspictions and put the necklace on. Regardless of who gave it to me, it was beautiful and felt like platnimun. It was obviously expensive, so who ever left it for me must have paid a lot for this weird gift. The chain was so short it was almost a choker. The pendant lay in the dip at the base of my neck.
I turned to the mirror on my wall. I liked the look and feel of the necklace. It made me feel impowered someway. I leaned towards my reflection, gazing into my violet-contact eyes. The image flicked, shifting from my eyes to icy blue ones. I jumped back, away from the mirror. Who's eyes were those? Did I really see them or was it just a trick of the light? I leaned forward again. Nothing. I stood there for another ten minutes, waiting for the ghostly image to appear, but still nothing happened.
I sat down on my bed and pulled my trig. homework out of my backpack. I had just finished the first problem when my cell phone rang. I hit the speaker phone button and continued to work.
"Hellooooooo? Xoe? Are you there?", it was my mom.
"Yeah... I'm here... What's up?", I answered, destracted by question six.
"I have to be in New York by tomorrow morning so I'm about to catch a plane. I will have to be there for the rest of the week, so use the emergency card I gave you to buy dinner for the next few days. Try not to spend more then a couple hundred dollars, okay?", I rolled my eyes as I finished number thirteen.
"Mom, trust me. No wild parties, no crazy shopping spree, I'm just going to lay around and eat pizza... By the way, why are you leaving this time?", I asked, barely expecting an answer. My mom is some sort of high-profile lawyer, so all her clients are very hush-hush. I'm not saying the mafia types, more like the government types. I heard her sigh,
"It is a senator. That is all I can tell you. I love you Xoe. I will call you tomorrow morning. Bye." There was a faint click, and she was gone. This is the seventh time this year she has had to fly out of state just talk to some guy whose name she never told me. And it's only May!
Shaking my head I finish the final problem, twenty seven, and put my homework away. I put my pajamas on and ordered a pizza. I walked into the living room to pick a movie I'd probably seen more then once. I chose The Matrix, a classic by any standard. I popped the disc in and went into the kitchen to make popcorn and grab a caffeinated beverage.
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I opened my eyes and glared at the alarm clock.
