The River of Shadows, Elektra [story reading .txt] 📗

Epilogue
“Archers! Ready your fire!” Darius shouted.
“But Commander, the Crazed have many, we barely have a thousand.” One of his soldiers shouted.
“If we can hold off until Reemo comes we will be fine, if not…” Darius trailed off, “Whose to think of the if not’s now?” He said, commanding the soldiers to go out into the field. Their swords set either ablaze or glowing with other magical ability. Darius, like many Gekians were fighting in a war for their magical world. Being a commander of the northern army, he was completely used to this kind of action. With bow in his hand and arrow set ablaze he shouted, “Fire!”
Across the horizon, a figure came as if he appeared from the setting sun. He galloped through the battle field atop a golden beast that was half lion and half dragon. The large beast roared as he came up to the commander, “How shall I be of assistance.”
“Reemo, you know you need not take orders from me,” Darius replied, “You are much better at this than I am.”
Reemo nodded and kicked the beast, it jumped and began dashing about. As the knight began fighting for his world, Darius smiled, “Surely it will be over soon.” He began repeating himself, “Surely it will be over soon.”

Chapter 1

“…Extraterrestrials with unworldly powers. Yes, it is true, we are among you, whether we know it or not.”
“Hah hah! Yeah right.” I spat at the TV turning it off, I personally didn’t believe anything I didn’t see, besides religion, that’s a slightly different story. I leaned back on my grey crazy chair in my small town house in Lumanburge.
“You shouldn’t be saying yeah right just now you know.” My nerdy friend Lillia said. She was working on our science project, we had made a deal that whenever we do projects, she would do the technology/science junk and I’d do the artsy stuff, “I swear Maeve, you are rarely optimistic.”
“That’s because I know that the people who saw these things are mentally insane!” I replied.
“Whatever. You’d be surprised if you witnessed this yourself.”
“Well, I’m not believing this mumbo jumbo.” I replied, rolling my chair over to the computer desk and typing in random things.
“Well, I’m done with our project, I guess I’ll be going now.” Lillia said walking out the door.
I shook my head and went to my instant messaging system. I looked it over and there was only one person online, the persons username was Starsofmagic. I rolled my eyes, ANOTHER person that believes such a thing? I hovered my mouse over the persons username to find out his real name was Simon. I figured I might as well TRY and set this guy straight on what’s real and what’s not.

Maeve94: Whats with the name?

Starsofmagic: You really don’t know do you?

Maeve94: Know WHAT stalker dude?

Starsofmagic: Nothing…

-Starsofmagic signed off-


For some reason after that chat, I felt as if I was being watched, and every night since, I have had that feeling. I looked at an old picture of my old family, my mother, my father, and me. My father and mother divorced each other, I had no idea why, they didn’t fight… ever. The last thing I remember my mother saying to my father was that she just couldn’t handle the secrets anymore. Whatever that meant.


-_____-_____-

“What’s up weirdo?” Sam asked as I entered the classroom as he always had every day.
“Get lost Samantha.”
“Ooh, that’s so MEAN.” He said sarcastically as he sat down, “whatever.” He muttered.
We’ve hated each other since the sixth grade. I made a gagging noise before I went to my seat. I plopped down and turned my attention to the front of the class, someone did the “Loser” cough to me, I rolled my eyes, such a cheap shot, it didn’t even bug me anymore, flicking my naturally pitch-black hair out of my bright lime eyes. People always thought they were weird and some people even think their contacts. Truth is that they were always like that.
A guy came into the class, he was unfamiliar, probably new to this school. He was tan with brown hair, the oddest thing about him was his cyan eyes that were framed by his slightly circular glasses. I blinked twice but then rolled my eyes, his MUST be contacts, the poser, probably was into those stupid nerdy sci-fi movies. I leaned back in my chair. The teacher pointed to an empty seat, and of COURSE, it was next to me. It figures that a person that already irritated me more than Sam had to sit next to me, I wasn’t exactly lucky.
“I’m Simon.” The boy said, and then my mind flashed back to last night, the weird IM, the strange name, everything. It seemed all too ironic to be true! He pushed his glasses up his nose.
But I hid my shock well, “I’m Maeve.”
Simon looked instantly disappointed and looked away and began writing notes, wow, we didn’t even have to, the dork.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, I just thought that you might be able to understand what I’m going through now, but I guess not.” He sighed.
“What?” I asked, “I just met you, why would I know?”
“Never mind, it’s not relevant anymore.” He said.
“Rela-WHAT?” I asked then turned around, not wanting to be even more confused. The bell rang after an uncomfortable Science class, the boy seemed to be watching me. Sam tripped me as I walked toward the door.
English was boring as usual; I barely knew what a noun was. I walked down the hallway walking toward my locker. I stopped my eyes narrowed as I saw Simon right in front of it.
“Listen, I don’t know what you want, but that’s my locker and if I don’t get to it soon I’m not going to get to class.” I said, attempting to shove him out of the way.
“Sorry I freaked you out in Science, I was a dead beat.” He said to me, not budging, no matter how hard I tried, you’d think such a skinny guy would be easier to move. “Listen, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the café with me after we are educated.”
“What?” I asked, “Look dude, your really confusing me! And why don’t you just call it SCHOOL?”
“Please?” He asked, then red roses came from behind his back, “I’ll pay for the drinks and a snack.”
“Fine.” I spat, “But it’s not a date, and if you do anything weird I’m gonna be out of there faster than a cheetah with a jetpack.”
“Cheetah with a jetpack eh?” he asked, laughed, then walked off.
“Who was that?” Lillia asked, she had snuck up behind me.
“Oh, just some weirdo that likes me.” I replied then walked away from her.

-____-____-

I met Simon at the little fifties café down the block from the high school. I had picked a good day to bring my pepper spray to school. I sighed and sat next to Simon, “So, what did you want me to come here for?”
“Well, I just wanted to get to know you better.” He replied then looked up at the waitress, “I would like a milkshake and cheese fries, You like that don’t you?”
I simply nodded, how did he know that those were my favorite? “And I would like a root beer float” I said to the lady.
We sat there staring at each other for a while until our food came. It was all very awkward.
“So, how do you know all this stuff about me and this place. I mean, you knew about this place and you just moved here, you knew where my locker was, and you knew that my favorite food here was the cheese fries.” I said while sipping on my float.
“Maeve, you aren’t much of an optimist.” He replied, “Why can’t you just figure that when I meet someone I can read them like a book?”
“That’ll work for now.” I said leaning back.
“I had hoped so,” He said almost as if he was glad about that, “Maybe sometime I’ll tell you.”
I rolled my eyes, “Why must you be so bizarre?”
“Like you aren’t?” He asked back.
“True.” I raised an eyebrow; maybe this guy wasn’t so bad.
“I know this sounds random… it’s another one of those things I can’t tell you about now but, do you ever feel like you’re unlucky?”
“Um… I don’t think why you’d care, but yes.”
“Don’t you see?” He said, practically leaping out of his seat, “You aren’t from here, and when I mean here, I mean Earth!” My eyes widened when he said this, I was glad he was quiet enough to where no one would hear him. “You have un-natural eyes, your name, and not to mention you are unlucky!”
“What does it matter?” I asked, trying to get him to stop it, I was just starting to like him.
“You’re an alien, just like me, you have powers, just like me.”
“An alien?” I asked, looking around, “You mean like E.T.? Hah hah!”
“Not really, aliens aren’t like that, we’re more like… humans outside the ordinary E.T. is a stereotype.” He then babbled on and on about U.F.O’s, conspiracies, and all the things that could make someone a nut job. Meanwhile, I was backing away. Then I finally cracked when he said “Teleport.”
“GET AWAY!” I screamed, running out of the café and dashing toward home. I rounded a corner and he was there.
“Don’t you see? Why won’t you understand?” He asked.
“I said go away!” I said right in his face, I then pulled out my pepper spray and spraying him in the face.
“STOP!” He shouted at me. Suddenly, things seemed to freeze. Even I did.
“What did you do to me?” I asked him.
“I told you I was one.” He replied, “And you are too.”
“Just let me go on with my life you freak!” I spat.

Chapter 2


I will probably never know how, but I woke up at home. I sighed with relief, maybe it was just a dream, but then, my so-called dream turned to reality, I screamed as I saw Simon in my oddly round window. He waved as if I hadn’t just acted like he was a monster. He then crawled through my open window, I lunged for it, trying to close it before he could get inside, but I was too late. Then I realized that if my mom saw him in here, she would kill me. “UGH! Hide in my closet or something.”
“Why?” He asked, a puzzled look on his face.
“Why? Because I screamed and my mom is probably coming!” I hissed as I pushed him into my closet. At that moment, my mom came through the door.
“What was that about?” She asked, a bat in her hand.
“Oh… Nothing, I… I thought I saw someone’s shadow near the window, turned out to only be some stupid raccoon.” I said, emphasizing the word stupid.
“Oh, well…” Mom sighed as she lowered the bat, “breakfast is ready.” She said hurrying down stairs.
Once she left, I turned around, but Simon was already there, it scared the living daylights out of me!
“Your female parent looks nothing like you.” He said.
“Well… that’s only coming from you.” I spat back.
“Do you happen to be adopted?” He asked, “Or are you only half of what