I don't remember when I finally decided to stop. I had been driving for hours, and my eyes were starting to lose focus. The last thing I needed was to crash, so I pulled over at a rest stop on the road. I had made it out of Arizona, and was in Colorado now, near Denver. The events from my house kept flashing through my mind; Especially the shadowy monster with the white eyes. What had happened to my parents? Was the monster still chasing me? At first, I thought it was another prank, but the fear in my parent's eyes was all too real. My eyes went to the letter they'd given me. I hadn't touched since I'd fled. But now, I was at temporarily safe. So, I reached out and pulled out the letter.
If you're reading this, It means my worst fears have come true. The shadows- for lack of a better name- have found you. They know who you are. I'd tried to prevent this for years, but I've known it would happen. So read this carefully, and believe it. This is the truth.
You've heard of the Legend of Korona. The truth is, it's not a legend. It happened. Six were killed in cold blood to create the portal to Earth. I know. I was there. I was the only to hear the prophecy the Oracle said before her death. The prophecy of rebirth. The six who died would come again, to put it simply. I bet you are confused enough- you don't need to decode a prophecy.
I've spent years trying to pinpoint when the heroes would be reborn, and who they'd be reborn as. I think I've got it right.
I believe, You, Aaron, are Phoenix, the son of fire. No, I don't believe it. I know it.
You might think I'm crazy. That this is all a joke. I swear it's not. You've seen the monsters the women left in Korona has created. I have too. They are horrible, aren't they? But, if you really need a confirmation, you need only to look at your wrist. You have a flame there, don't you? One that no one else can see? It's your marking, the sign of who you are. Only the others can see it, the other five reborn. Yes, you are not the only one. There are six now, just like there was
Enclosed in this letter is a ticket. Go to any major airport, and show them the ticket. They can help you from there.
Yours Truly, Theodore Chane
The letter fell to the floor. This was insane..... but too real to be a prank. I'd seen the monster. I had the tattoo. I had to believe this man, Theodore. He seemed to have answers. I needed them. I go to the airport in Denver tomorrow, do what he said. But first, sleep. I was out as soon as I closed my eyes.
The next morning, I drove to the airport. The letter I read was replaying in my head. This was so unreal, like a movie, but I had to believe it. As I walked through the airport, a female voice called out. "Hey, nice tattoo." I turned to the speaker. It was a girl about my age, with golden brown hair and piercing gray eyes.
I tilted my head. "How did you see it? It's on my neck." She rolled her eyes.
"I meant the flame on your wrist. It looks almost real- Hey!" I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down the hallway a bit. "What are you doIng?" The girl snapped. I let go of her arm and looked her in the yes.
"How you see that tattoo?" I asked, my voice low. "Who are you?'
(Luana, if you want to countine from there, go ahead!)
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Iron in our veins
Carbon in our souls
And nitrogen in our brains
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