Rebirth of a Legend
Chapter One – Fresh Princess of Eioda
“Sayge!” yelled her mother. “Wake up! You’re going to be late for school.” She walked back into the kitchen with a roll of her piercing blue eyes and a shake of her brown hair.
Already fully clothed, and staring at the ceiling with eyes that matched her mother’s, Sayge Elliot lay in bed. She ran a hand through her swept-back, pixie cut, white hair. Would skipping school even matter? It was not like any of the stuff they were learning was worth remembering in the long run. Sayge knew that her fellow humans were like grass in the wind, twisting this way and that, some picking up and leaving and others perishing where they stood.
It was at that moment in her early morning despair, the words of her mother came unbidden to her mind. Perhaps life was making the best of a tricky situation. She rolled out of bed, crept down the stairs, passed her mother. She made it out of the door with the skill of a ninja.
Charlotte noticed too late. She ran out of the kitchen, looking left and right down the hallway as the front door closed. “Why do I even bother making breakfast?”
Several hovercrafts were parked in front of the four-story house. Sayge jumped inside the two-door hovercraft designed like a luxury convertible. The vehicle rose several meters into the air on the blue flames of ion propulsion jets. She let go of the steering wheel which automatically engaged the autopilot. The internal GPS carried Sayge to the high school where it swooped down out of the sky and took its place in a line headed into the garage at the bottom of the building. After parking, she climbed into the elevator which would sky rocket her back into the clouds, to the upper floors where the classes were held. It gave the students a view of the skyscrapers blanketing the city of Consonance. Some classrooms even looked down upon the clouds, but those were for the upper classmen. Sayge was a freshman, a fresh face in an unfamiliar place. She looked down at her wristwatch. Tapping on it a few times brought up her schedule in a holographic, digital image.
“So you got Griffin for first period too eh,” said a coarse, unfamiliar voice over Sayge’s shoulder.
She turned her head with a flick of her white hair. With a skeptical expression and a raised eyebrow she stared at the young man.
“I’m Lancellis Ryon,” said the young man with a bright smile and dark-red hair. His pale skin was sprinkled with freckles which ran down his nose. “I’m taking Griffin for first period also. You must be pretty advanced.”
“Looks like people are sizing up the competition already,” said a voice from the corner.
Sayge, Lancellis, and the remaining three heads in the glass elevator turned to look. Tight curls of black hair fell past the girl’s shoulders. Her arms were folded over her chest. She was engulfed in a fiery shadow that obscured the entire corner yet gave off no heat. Her forest green eyes were hard to make out as she lifted her head. A wicked grin spread across her caramel face.
“And who might you be?” asked Lancellis.
“You’ll find out…” said the lady engulfed in shadows. “When it’s time.”
The darkness surrounding the young woman grew immense as if it drank up the rays of light like a black hole. It was as if a black wall of fire had been constructed in the elevator.
Lancellis approached. His hand trembled slightly. Only centimeters away from his fingers, the wall of black fire vanished.
“Whoa,” said an amazed young man with a pimple covered face. He wore a blue, short sleeve, collared shirt with tan khakis.
“What was that technique?” asked another young man with the shadow of a goatee. He had long blond hair falling to his back in a ponytail and wore black sweat pants and a grey hoodie.
“It’s called a globe of darkness,” said Sayge. “Although, I’ve never seen it used that way before.”
“What do you mean?” asked Lancellis.
“No one has been able to teleport out of a globe of darkness,” replied Sayge. “Not for over a decade. Plus she seems to have combined it with some sort of fire elemental ability. I only know one person in the history of the planet Threa that could use the shadow fire technique.”
“So what does that mean?” asked Lancellis.
“If you don’t know then I can’t tell you,” said Sayge.
“What’s with you!” asked a frustrated Lancellis. “You think you’re better than me or something. We’re both freshman and if you haven’t learned yet, you’re going to need allies.”
Sayge responded with a roll of her blue eyes and a shrug as she turned to face the sunshine.
“Normal people like us need allies,” said one young man. “Not her.”
“Why not?” asked Lancellis. “What’s so special about her?”
“According to the history books, only one other person has had hair like that. The legendary warrior, Alexander ‘Winter’ Elliot. She must be his granddaughter. That would make her the daughter of the man that stopped The Battle for the End of the World almost fifteen years ago,” said the pimple faced young man. Reaching into the pocket on his blue collared shirt, he pulled out his black, square rimmed glasses. “The Winter’s Legacy, Thame ‘Snow’ Elliot.”
Gasps escaped the mouths of the remaining students in the elevator.
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