Finding My Way

Finding My Way

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Fantasy

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Summary

There are four elements of the universe. You know them - fire, water, air, and earth. But what you don't know is that they are here. Every minute of every day, they protect us from dangers that we know nothing about.

Skylar didn't know it either. She never dreamed that she would play such a huge role in these things. She doesn't know how all of it will end. Neither do you.

I guess you'll have to read to find out.
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Summary

There are four elements of the universe. You know them - fire, water, air, and earth. But what you don't know is that they are here. Every minute of every day, they protect us from dangers that we know nothing about.

Skylar didn't know it either. She never dreamed that she would play such a huge role in these things. She doesn't know how all of it will end. Neither do you.

I guess you'll have to read to find out.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Chapter One

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 29, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 29, 2017

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It is quiet in town. Nothing in sight but the flicker of the street lamps and the rows of houses and lawns. No noise but the occasional drip of water from a gutter or the sound of wind in the trees.

In the house on the corner, sleeping the night away and nestled in blankets, there is a child. A little girl. She can’t be more than a toddler, lying in a room full of stuffed animals and toys and things that a toddler would play with. The child doesn’t know what is racing through the night as she sleeps, coming for her, and she doesn’t know its intentions. It’s getting closer, closer, mile by mile, closing in until it reaches its destination at last.

The house shakes as something massive hits it. The walls tremble. Something crashes, and the child wakes up. Another hit, and her shelves are falling over. She starts to cry. She doesn’t know what is happening. Another hit, and her door breaks off its hinges. She’s very scared now.

A couple rooms away, the toddler’s parents wake up in a rush. A dresser falls over as the house is hit again. They waste no time in standing up and running out the door, but as the woman exits, the doorway collapses, trapping the man inside and hitting her. She gets up, frantically trying to shift the pieces of wall that barricade her from her husband.

“Listen to me,” the man says. “No, listen to me! You can’t break through this. I’ll stay here and try to get out. Take her and go, now!”

“I can’t, I – “

“You’re not dying because of me!”

How did they even find us?” the lady cries. “How? We’ve done everything, taken every precaution, how did they know?”

“That’s not important right now,” the man says through the wood. “We have to get out before this house collapses. You have to get out.”

“I’m not leaving you here!”

“Yes you are! If you stay here all three of us will die! Do you want that? Our child needs your help right now! We don’t have much time!”

Silent tears are running down her cheeks. With the promise of coming back, she runs away from the doorway and into the room of the terrified little girl.

 She rushes out of the room with the child in her arms, stepping over all of the things that have fallen. She’s in the hallway when their attacker hits the house again. She falls over, her child tumbling out of her arms, and a wall collapses behind her. Her legs are bleeding, and her blood is falling on the floor, but she doesn’t seem to notice it. She picks her crying daughter up again and runs away. Out of the house.

They reach the lawn. The mother sets her daughter down by the mailbox.

“Stay here. No matter what, okay?” she tells her, cupping the toddler’s face in her hands. “Do not move from this spot. I’ll be right back, I promise. I’m going to get your father.”

The toddler nods reluctantly, her face tearstained. Her mother wraps her in a tight hug.

“Everything’s going to be okay.”  The woman smiles at her comfortingly before running back into the collapsing house as fast as she can. A minute passes.

She does not emerge. The child starts to cry again.

Something emerges from the shadows and her face turns toward it. The girl screams as it delivers the final, killing blow to the house. It shutters, and slowly, it collapses inward on itself, burying her mother and father. Dust flies everywhere. Pieces of wood and rubble land on the ground all around the place where the house once stood. A shard of glass cuts the girl and she cries in pain as well as terror now. She is too shocked to run away.

People start arriving on the scene. Neighbors, mostly. They cry in shock at the scene before them. Someone is seen calling the police. Someone grabs the little girl. She screams, too panicked and terrified to register anything. The person wrestles the struggling toddler into their arms and carries her away. She looks back at her house. Where are her parents? Her mom said that she would be back, so where is she?

Police arrive at the scene, as well as news reporters and ambulances. Lights, noise, confusion, voices. She tries to block them out. Her hands are over her ears, and although she might be little, she understands one thing.

Her life will never be the same again. She closes her eyes against this living nightmare and lets herself fall into a dark sleep.

And more than ten years later, the girl named Skylar wakes up with a start.


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