ZION
I woke up on my bedroom floor in fetal position. My body was as cold as ice and had no feeling. I realized I couldn't move. I was paralyzed and although I hated to admit it, the fact that I was paralyzed on my bedroom floor scared the living shit out of me.
Warm thoughts, think warm thoughts!
But my mind seemed to be betraying me as it thought of a massive ice cream sundae instead. So I then forced myself to think of fire and the hot sun and... I was hitting a blank.
What else would be warm?
I didn't know if the warm thoughts idea would work but it seemed worth a try. Mind over matter right? So if my mind thought I was burning alive right now everything else wouldn't matter. It was a stupid thought but I was taught that your mind is your greatest weapon especially since I didn't have to physically wield magic. I could just think about healing a person, imagine their broken bone repairing or their pained body fit again and they would miraculously heal. My mother had taught me how to use my mind to do those type of things since it was her specialty.
Slowly my limbs gave away from its paralysis and began to move. I crawled to my feet, wobbling at first like a drunk person. It was if I had forgotten how to walk. I knew one foot was meant to go in front of the other but my legs didn't want to cooperate.
With a lot of struggle and effort, I managed to drag my dead weight to my bedroom door. The moment I unlocked the door it creaked open like one of those old doors in a haunted house. The house was fairly old and needed to be revamped. My father bought it for that exact reason. He was going to make it his little project, turning this house into my mother's dream home.
My eyes caught the sight of my mother's limp body lying on the floor as if she too was paralyzed. My legs couldn't carry my weight anymore and I came crashing to the floor. The moment my skin made contact with hers I flinched away and for once it wasn't because of her warm touch.
"Da...dad she's ice-cold," I stammered, looking at her pale skin which was now turning a very light shade of blue. It didn't take a genius to realize what turning blue meant. My mother never made it out of wherever the hell we were.
My father was about to touch her but pulled away just before the tip of his fingers could graze my mother's paling skin. "Do something!" my father cried, "Help her! I can't lose her. He can't take her away!"
I felt helpless. I only started learning to wield light magic when I turned fourteen. I was now seventeen and I hadn't mastered it. I hadn't tested my magic on any creature and without fully knowing what outcome to expect I wasn't about to use my magic on my own mother.
"Zion please!" he began to beg, "She's your mother and the love of my life. Do something. Do anything!" The beseeching tone of his voice helped me make my decision. It was now or never and if I lost my mother today it would probably be all my fault.
I dragged my hand and placed it palm down onto my mother's chest before I closed my eyes. Images of my mother floated in my mind. The warmth of her touch. How her ocean blue eyes twinkled with innocence. Her sunkissed skin that never lost its natural tan even when we moved to the glummest of places. The way her laugh sounded like an Angel's call. Because she was an angel. I imagined her alive and kicking, probably cursing me out for locking my bedroom door.
I could feel a wave of heat flow down my hand and into my mom's body. Opening my eyes, I watched as her body began to glow a soft yellow and her skin began to grow smoldering hot. Her skin began to turn a tanned bronze that it originally was and then I heard her take in a sharp intake of breath signifying that she was alive.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. A breath of relief knowing that I didn't roast my mother alive and that whatever the hell I did actually worked. Although it worked, my mother was still very much unconscious. My father scooped her up in his arms and strode in the direction of their bedroom.
I laid on the floor and let myself regain some energy. I still couldn't stand and I didn't feel like moving out of the position I was in any way. For the first time, I was actually happy. Something I did worked which was actually surprising since wielding magic was a lot harder than I expected it to be.
But I couldn't ignore the fact that my mother was in that condition because of me. I didn't understand what was happening to me. It was as if I was trapped in my subconscious but I wasn't alone. There was something there with me that lurked in the darkness.
What was it?
If my mother didn't enter my subconscious when she did I wonder what would have happened to me. The darkness was full of contentment. It made me feel at peace but darkness deludes you and what you might think is peace now slowly turns into misery.
I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't over. I would be experiencing this more often and I wouldn't have my sweet mother to protect me all the time. I had to start to use my magic more confidently so I wouldn't freeze under pressure and fall prey to the darkness like I did today.
I needed to always remember that the darkness wasn't my friend. I never had friends but that didn't mean I wanted one. I had to protect not only myself but my mother too because if anything happened to her both my father and I would go insane.
The heavy footsteps of my father forced me to turn my head in the direction he had come from. He knelt down next to me and draped my flimsy arm around his shoulders as he helped me to my feet. Then he walked me over, slow and steady, to my bed where my body felt a bit at ease and settled onto its comfort.
"How is she?" I asked, evading all eye contact with my father. He wasn't an easy man to talk to. Yes, he loved me and would do anything for me. The man wasn't a dead beat dad but he was tough, never let his emotions show, and in a way, I was the same. The only person we allowed ourselves to show emotion to was my mother. She had a special way with us. Something we couldn't exactly explain.
"She's doing much better. Thank you, son," he said looking at me proudly.
"There's no need to thank me. She's my mother," I said offering him an assuring smile, "Dad, how did mum know I was in trouble?"
He chuckled lightly, "You know your mother is always roaming around in that head of yours." As weird and annoying as it was, as long as my mother was close to me she always made a point of letting me know that my thoughts had no privacy.
"Well it's a good thing so can only do that when she's near me," I muttered aloud as the thought lingered in my mind.
My father hummed in agreement, "When your mother wakes up I think it's time we have a serious discussion, Zion."
"More serious that the discussion you had with me three years ago about me not being a mortal?"
My father shot me a dry look and if I could have moved my limbs freely I would have raised my hands up in a mock surrendering motion, "Yes, more serious than that!"
ZIONI woke up hours later. The sun just began to peak the horizon indicating a new day. Rays of orange, red, and soft yellow bombarded into my room. I perched myself up on my elbows and took in the heat of the sun as it caressed my skin and brought life to it.The creator created many wrong things in the world, mortals being one of them, but the simple sunrise and sunset that he created was probably his most majestic creation yet. A simple sunrise brought not only the dawn of a new day but it brought new beginnings and a fresh start to those who hadn't seen any hope in a long time.I shrugged the comforter off me and then dragged my now rested body out of the bed. Placing both my legs on solid ground, I realized that I seemed to have regained feeling in them again. I didn't want to test my luck by just standing up for me to end up kissing the floor so I took my time, gradually lifting my weight up.
ALINAEveryone seemed to be in their own little buzz this morning, whispering amongst themselves. They seemed intrigued about something. This town was pretty small and not much really happened. You couldn't flick a booger in this town without someone noticing.There was a cold chill in the air. A weird sensation ran down my spine. Something was wrong and I could just feel it in my bones. Something was definitely about to happen or already did for the entirety of Sapphire High to be in a chatting frenzy.From a child, I could always predict when something bad would happen. It was strange but I always regarded it as my sixth sense and for some reason my sixth sense seemed to be tingling more than usual.I roamed the eerie and chattery halls of Sapphire High with a clear goal of reaching my locker without being noticed by anyone but I lost sight of my goal when a strange figure stood at the m
ALINAZion cleared his throat, his anchoring stare never leaving me, "Are you okay?" He asked emotionlessly. Almost as if he didn't really care but asked out of courtesy.My words escaped me yet again, just like this morning, and I stood there as mute as a headless chicken. I found the energy in me to give him a slight nod before feeling a hand wrap around my arm, pulling me away and also bringing me back to my senses."What was that?" Max quipped, glaring at me with skepticism in his eyes. It wasn't like me to freeze up because I wasn't a shy person. I wasn't outspoken either, I was somewhere in the middle and I was happy for that because that meant I wasn't socially awkward."I... I don't know," I admitted, "I get a strange feeling when he's around and he always seems to be around." I shook my head as I tried to rid my mind of what had just happened."I'm surprised you d
ZIONWho would of expected that I, Zion Collins, would get laid on the first day in a new school. It didn't even take me that long. It was a new record for me. I'd admit, it was unconventional and pretty risky to do it behind the bleaches but it worked out just fine. That Megan girl got what she wanted and I got what I wanted.Everything about that school seemed to be dull and boring like every other except this one had many more promiscuous girls than the other schools I had the displeasure of attending.One girl, however, had a different energy to her. She was unlike anything I had ever encountered. She was different from every mortal I encountered. I had the same effect on her as I did with everyone else but there was just something about her. I couldn't put my finger on it.She was strikingly beautiful, entrancing me the moment my eyes met her greyish orbs. Her luscious, dark hair curl
ZIONOur house was located in a very secluded area of town. From the outside it had a scary appearance due to the black and grey exterior. Large black gates stood firm at the entrance of the cobblestone driveway to stop unwanted guests from trespassing. There were tall trees all over the yard that had a lack of leaves on them since it was autumn.The back yard was basically a huge field with dry, brownish grass. There was no way anyone could see anything that happened in our massive backyard because of how high the stone fencing was. It was why my father bought this particular house in the first place.The more secluded the better. That way we could practice magic without the possibility of being seen. Every house I had ever lived in had the same dark, mystic demeanor as this house. It almost looked as if it was haunted and with the black storm clouds that were rolling in, the house looked gloomy and petri
ZIONFlinging my school bag over my shoulder, I entered the school building for another daunting day at the miserable place. Just like yesterday, everybody stopped what they were doing to stare at me with their undying attention. I refrained from the urge to roll my eyes. It was as if they had never seen a teenage boy before.Alina was already at her locker when I arrived at the mine, a blonde girl kneeling against the lockers next to her and laughing. The girl was shorter than Alina and much curvier. She had deep blue eyes and plump pink lips to match. Her hair was cropped short, to her shoulders and wavy which matched her outfit of black high waist jeans and a black tube top. A leather jacket and boots finished her look.I took my time walking to my locker as I shifted my gaze to Alina who was having an animated conversation with her friend. Her hands moved everywhere, almost hitting a poor boy who was w
ZIONShe did her best to avoid me for the rest of the day. If she found me taking a seat beside her then she would trade seats with someone to get away from me. Most, if not all of the girls she traded seats with were thrilled by her offer, grabbing the sliver of a chance to talk to me. I hated it, every minute of it. She could see how much I despised it and she took pleasure in watching my annoyance grow.And yet I still wanted to be near her, to speak to her. I was clearly losing my shit.The only class we didn't share was economics. I couldn't help but wonder what elective she chose in its place. My economics teacher was young for her age and I was certain every boy in the class chose this elective just so they could drool over her like pathetic dogs. Ms. Fielding ignored the whistles, flirtatious looks and constant ogling from the students as best she could. It surprised me that the attention
ZION I sat outside the principles office as I waited for my parents to show up. Kendra sat silently beside me. Her friends sitting opposite us. It surprised me that she hadn't gone with them, she chose to sit with me although we just met not even an hour ago. The boy I punched held an ice pack to his swelling eye. A purple bruise beginning to form."I didn't peg you for the guy who had problems controlling his anger," Kendra decided to open her mouth and I was suddenly wishing that she decided to sit with the group instead of with me, "The guy you punched, his name is Brady Hampshire. His father is the richest man in town and the biggest dick if you asked me. They're going to do anything to make your life hell now just because of that."I scoffed at the thought of someone making my life worse than it was already, "He probably won't have the chance because I may not be returning tomorrow." This school was