My heart jumped a fraction of a
second after he called my name. Him being the principle of the
high-school I attended. My name being Celestine Herondale, one of
the fourteen hundred that attended the generic and brown
small-town high-school. I was currently waiting on one of the
four steps that the cafatorium stage held in its old worn wooden
hands. The fake smile I usually reserved for boring functions,
uninteresting drama, and teachers, slipped into place as I made
my way across the stage to the music of half-hearted clapping.
My hands stretched out to receive the usual clammy handshake
andprinted cardstock, a paper that would probably never be read
and thrown into a trashcan proclaiming the outstanding job I had
done the first semester. The rough surface scraped my handas I
glanced up to meet his eyes.
The air shimmered beside him, the light
filtering through the overhead curtains vibrating as the light
increased. The bright light receded and out stepped a girl about
my age, drop dead gorgeous and with an evil gleam in her blue
glazed eyes.My mouth dropped open in shock as I stepped back
because what was once in her right hand, now pierced the body of
my principle. My hands racked across my loose fitting jeans until
I found the seam that was coming undone, violently ripping the
fragile fabric. Breaking a few nails in the process, I withdrew a
weapon to match hers. A wicked curving sword named Lucien shook
in my hands as I prepared to face the rouge Luren.
She jerked her hand back laughing as my prone
priciple splayed blood across the wooden floor and slid into a
bloodied heap, dead from the sword that made a fist sized hole in
his chest. She tossed her head back the movement causing blond
curls to be thrown over her squared shoulders and spoke,"Hello
big sis it's been awhile since the last time we met." Her voice
had an instantaneous effect on the men in the audience. Their
once gaping mouths, closed ,only to open again to drool over the
beautiful unearthly creature that stood before them. Then she
waved her hand and said a few words under her breath. Everyone
but us was frozen in time.
Not to be outdone I dropped my voice to the
lower octave also."Well, I would say its been a pleasure to have
you grace me with your presence again. But mother always said we
shouldn't say things we don't mean." I watched her eyes narrow as
she processed the words, waiting for the punch line.
Her angelic appearance somewhat marred by the
bloodied sword in her hand, broke as an angry grimace appeared on
her face."DON'T SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THAT CHEATING BITCH, YOU KNOW
HOW I FEEL ABOUT HER!" Her hand shot back and released the sword
like an arrow, it flew through the air towards my chest. Its
target; my heart.
I easily sidestepped the makeshift arrows course. With a flick of
my wrist I dropped the sword out of the air only to watch it
dangle precariously on the edge of the stage until it fell to the
cold lionum below. The metallic clang rang out in the deathly
quiet cafeteria. I raised my eyes to her. Her face had gone
deathly white, drained from all color as she looked at me, her
eyes filling with relentless terror. She knew what I was going to
do and had no way to stop me.
I spoke quietly knowing that she could hear me
regardless of the volume in which I spoke. The cold hard words
flowed through my mouth,"I always knew your temper would get you
killed, Nora." And with that I drove Lucien through her heart
knowing that it would cut off her energy supply. I was rewarded
with a satisfying scream that tore through her lungs, the blood
gushed over my broken nails as I watched my little sister die. I
couldn't even stand to call her that, once she murdered innocent
humans, she was dead to me.
"She had already murdered over 50 humans, she
needed to be stopped." The words triggered a sense of sadness in
me as I spoke to the only person I knew of our kind that was
always on stand-by, my arranged husband-to-be, Dante. His words
soothed my growing panic. I loved Dante I really did, but he
wasn't enough to match my intensity.
Our arranged marriage was made to be a peace
offering to the different countries of Luren back on our home
planet. Of course Dante was very attractive and supremely smart,
with his airbrushed All-American blond hair and sea-green eyes.
What he gushed in academic he lacked in charm. Always being the
shy guy that only blushed and stammered out half-thought out
answers when spoken directly to in public. It always pissed me
off, especially when we were at extremely confidential meetings
in which we discussed war strategies, nutrition, and weapons. His
mind was always on the gadgets he made, being the son of our top
inventor, he never payed attention. I was next in line for
leading the country of Antastasia, but the only thing that stood
in my way of being crowned ,was the disappearance of my younger
sister, who had turned rogue.
The only reason we were on Earth was to help the
survival of the planet. We had recently recieved information that
our species was planing on taking over the planet and claiming it
as their own. They are called rogue Luren.If they attack soon
humans won't survive and the planet will turn black. An
unsalvagable mass that will only serve the purpose of destroying
the human race.
"I have to go I need to clean this place up."
I hung-up to the sound of him protesting.I surveyed
the destruction around me. Two dead bodies, one human and one
Luren. An audience of people frozen in time from the power Nora
used. Blood drying in puddles everywhere, and the curtains on the
stage were slashed to ribbons. I sat on an unruined part of the
floor and started to meditate. Reaching for the powers that came
willingly during a fight, but usually sat dormant at any given
time unless I concentrated. I closed my eyes and looked at things
so clear in detail it was like I never closed my eyes at all. A
woman with eyes so blue they looked like contacts, a little girl
with blond bouncing curls running towards her. A man watching
them with love in his eyes, twisted the knife deeper in my chest.
With memories in my eyes I snapped out of the past and sobbed at
the images of my father murdering me.