(Sorry for not posting)
Fallon drove for a little bit since her parent's house was sort of far out. She signaled to the person near her before switching lanes quickly before speeding up a little more. She watched her surroundings for a moment, looking at the cars before weaving in between lanes so shew could get closer toward her exit number and off the road which she was on. Up in front of Fallon was a red light so she slowed down and stopped before waiting for a few seconds before turning right. Her bike rumbled and she looked up ahead, slightly wondering what her parent and step parent would say when they came to meet her. Fallon shook her head, knowing that dwelling on stuff from the past would get her no where. The only reason she was coming back home was that her mother wished to spend some quality time with her, that and she heard been given news that she had left her military academy which Jack had made her go into since she didn't like going to school.
After a short time of driving had past, around twenty-five more minutes, Fallon slowly drew closer and closer to the address of her parent's house till eventually she rounded a corner with her motorcycle and stopped in front of a three story building. She stood in front of the driveway, looking up at the looming house which was in front of her. Her mother had always been loaded with money while her dad was pretty much the same as her mom when it came down to money so having a giant house which they did made since. Fallon couldn't help but get some sort of bad feeling being around the same house her previous father had been in. Fallon cleared her throat and cracked her knuckles, trying her best to think of other things while she parked her bike in the huge driveway, next to three other cars which probably alone cost a small forture. Fallon took off her helmet and carefully tucked it into a pocket in her motorcycle before straighting herself and heading over toward the front of the house. it was about a five minute walk just to get to the front door since the front yard was a one third acre piece of land and was filled with gardens and flowers of all colors. The backyard was around three acres long.
When Fallon got to the door, she hesitated for a second, and a memory started to flash into her mind. She bit her lip, and a trickle of blood slightly dripped down her lip and she quickly wiped it away. The taste of blood in her mouth helped her clear her thoughts away and she reached for the doorbell and then stopped when she noticed something on the corner of the door handle. Some weird type of black liquid was left on it, like oil or something. Fallon peered slightly at it for a second before making up her mind and tried to open the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked and she opened it.
The front hallway felt weird, something was off and she turned to look around the place. The house itself looked like it had been torn apart and ripped up in pieces. Things had been turned upside down, glass objects shattered on the ground. Potted plants and paintings were misplaced or had fallen to the ground and torn away like someone had been on some sort of rage. The ground was either covered with shattered glass, papers, bits of couch pillows and chair fabric, or some of that weird liquid from before. Fallon took a few more steps in the room, quietly stepping through out the house before noticing two different things that stood out to her like a sore thumb. First, on the desk of her mother's office was a simple evelope. It would look boring to normal people but Fallon knew that it was something else. her mother had one special type of stamp, a golden stamp which melted actual silver into a stamp. It was only used for when she was to message Fallon. She had one for everyone in the faily, gold for her father, copper for her older brother Jack, etc. She carefully tucked the envelope into her pocket before noticing the second thing the stood out to her. Fallon's father loved to collect gems and had a whole collection of them. His collection had been knocked to the ground and Fallon looked at it before noticing something on the ground next to the gem collection. Fallon picked up the item and looked at it carefully before also pocketing it as well with the envelope.
Fallon rounded the hall and was tempted to go up the stairs when she heard a noise to her left. She reached down toward her right boot, which she kept one of her army knives with her in case of emergencies and walked quietly toward the noise. When she reached the noise, she found someone which she hadn't expected, her step father. He wasn't facing her but was staring at the kitchen with frightful eyes. Fallon noticed he was clutching a couch pillow in his hands. Fallon coughed and he whipped around faster than Fallon actually expected and he held up the pillow like some sort of weapon. He then stopped when he realized who it was and stared at fallon in shock.
"You shouldn't be here, it's too late, you have to go!" he said quietly, and Fallon could hear the urgency in his voice as he spoke to her. "Your mother was right, you should have never come back here, they're coming for you and you have to get out before they find you." he said, staring straight into her eyes. He reached into his pocket and then grabbed her hand before dropping something in it and closing her hand with his and looked at her sadly. "Your mother has a letter for you on her desk," he said and Fallon nodded and he continued, glancing around their surroundings before continuing. "Get out of here till your safe, then read that letter. Let's hope for your sake, you won't see any of them, now go!" he said and pushed me away from him, toward the direction of where the door was.
Fallon clenched the object in her hand before heading toward the door. She stopped when she saw something which made her narrow her eyes more. She ducked behind a chair and watched as a shadowy like figure walked through one of the rooms toward her right, close to the front hallway which was where the front door was. The moment it moved out of sight, Fallon quickly ran to the door, opened it up before racing down the front walkway and toward the driveway where her motorcycle was still sitting. She grabbed her helmet, clipped it on, before swinging her leg over the seat and pulled out the key with her free hand and turned it into the keyhole, making the bike's engine roar to life. Fallon didn't look back at the house as she drove away, over the speed limit.
After thirty minutes had gone by and she had made sure she had not been followed by whatever she had seen, she parked her car in an empty parking spot in front of a kid's playground and pulled out the envelope before opening it up.
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, Fallon, are Winter, the daughter of ice. 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 sowflake of ice 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
Fallon looked over the letter, her face expressionless. Before she could do anything else, she ripped up the letter in tiny little pieces till the letter was literally nothing but of like the crumbs of a cookie. She dusted off her hands and looked at the pile of bits of paper on the ground and watched as the slowly were picked up by the wind and flown away. So someone thinks that they can turn me into their little play thing. That's fine by me, but let's hope they're not afraid to mess with some fire. Fallon smirked as she turned the key and the motorcycle rumbled to life again. She would do what the letter said, but she would do things her way.
------Small time skip ------------
Fallon didn't trust going to the nearest airport and instead she went to one which was four hours away, in a different state. As she neared the airport, she couldn't help but regret leaving her bike in the parking lot. It was a good bike, and Fallon had gotten it from a good deal. SHe shook her shoulders as she dismounted her bike and headed inside the building. Luckily, she had brought a messenger bag since she had originally been told she was going to stay at her parent's house so she had brought some of her stuff with her. The moment she headed inside the building and toward the ticket counter, it felt like someone was watching her. Fallon took out her ticket and handed it to the guy at the counter and he looked up at her before leading Fallon off toward a private plane. When the man told Fallon that she could board the plane, she looked around cautiously before heading inside. The pilot was already in his cockpit and flight attendants ushered Fallon toward where she could sit down in the front. Fallon ignored them and started to move away when she saw a young man in a seat. He looked at her in surprise before speaking.
"Hi there! I'm Weston, but you can call me Wes. What's your name?" Welton said. Welton had messy, shoulder-length, dark brown hair with red tips; tan skin and honey-golden eyes. He had a strong build, muscular, but not overly so and he gave off the feeling that some people would be somewhat imitated by him but Fallon had seen people more imitating than this 'Weston'. She ignored him and instead sat down a few seats away from him. "Ah. Not a talker, huh? Understandable, considering I'm a stranger." Welton said and stopped talking after that.
Fallon was glad he had stopped talking. the less she talked with people she barely knew, the better it was for her. The entire plane ride, Fallon was coming up with plans for what might she do. the moment she had been placed in military, she had found every way possible to get out of anything. Once, she had even made the whole compound go on lock down because she had not been reported in for over thirty-six hours. which raised an alarm. When it came to school, she was laid back and lazy, but now she needed to put her skills to the test.
When the plane landed, Fallon was ready. She had slept for only an hour and a half. The rest of the time she was planning and listening to music with her ipod that she had taken out of her messenger bag. Welton got off first and Fallon waited for a few minutes, Grabbing her messenger bag and swinging it over her shoulders and rested at her left side she shifted a little before taking a breath and then headed out of the plane and into open air. The island was your typical island, tall mountains, lush forests, and long sandy beaches. there was a large beach house in front of Fallon. There was five other people down , a few feet away, along with a man around his mid twenties. He had bright blue eyes, messy black hair, and the hints of a beard. Immediately Fallon was on guard as she approached the group.
During the flight, Fallon had put on her special black glove on her left hand, which covered her palm and middle finger and along with her wrist. The material was special, it covered up her tattoo which sometimes bothered her and made it so even she could no longer see it. The group turned to look at her when she strolled up and as they introduced themselves, Fallon said nothing. Instead, she looked over at a nearby tree, looking rather bored.