Hi. How does a computer even work? So, technical, but it’s all I have available to write this. But that’s just the way things are I guess.
My story, right… It all started one morning, when I woke up. That’s how most stories start these days, isn’t it? Well, I’ll give some credit, that’s a pretty good starting point.
Although that is where the similarities end.
I woke up one morning just to find myself resting against a tree, covered in scratches and bruises, but nothing too serious.
I was sore all over, I was hungry and thirsty, and I didn’t know where the hell I was or how I got there. To be honest, I didn’t even know who I was.
I had no recollection of how I got here, or my life before this morning in the woods. Even now, I still don’t know the full story.
All I knew was that I was in trouble, for something I could not control.
I looked at what I was wearing, but all I can tell you is that I was wearing green denim jeans, a brown tank top and a brown jacket.
To be honest I don’t think the clothes were brown or green before my trip into the woods, but then, what would I know. I don’t even know my own name.
I got up from my resting position against the tree, and felt through my pockets. I found a chocolate bar, some leaves and twigs, soot, and a whole lot of nothing.
Don’t ask me why there was soot in my pocket, I don’t know. None of my clothes seemed burnt, and I couldn’t smell smoke, so I guessed there was no fire around anymore.
I realised I was hungry, so I unwrapped the chocolate bar and wolfed it down.
I chose a direction at random and started to walk. I walked and walked, no destination in mind, my mind at a complete blank. I stopped. What was that sound? I could hear a whoosh, and a splash.
Water. I could hear a river. I forged onwards, correcting my course so I could reach the river and get a drink.
My throat was dry when I saw the banks and scrambled down the water’s edge, scooping up the water in my hands. Something felt off. The water was clear to look at.
It looked fine, but I knew something was off with it. Call it a sixth sense if you want, but I had a feeling this was not good water.
I sniffed it cautiously, and recoiled, letting the foul water splash onto the banks. This was pure torture.
Having all this water at my fingertips but not being able to drink some, that was unfair. I wiped my hands dry on my jacket and backed away. The water was bad, poisonous, if you would like.
And I almost drank some. I shivered in disgust and walked away from the bank, back into the trees.
I pushed leaves out of my face as I walked for what felt like hours, until I heard another noise. Voices this time. I slowed down and crept forward, curious to hear what they were saying.
“-will find her?” A gruff voice said.
“We have to. For her sake as well as ours. She isn’t in control of her power, and she needs training. A home. Friends. Everything we take for granted.
” A second, higher pitched voice replied testily.
“Whatever…” Mr Gruff replied. Yes, I just gave him a nickname based on his voice. Shut up.
I crept a little further forward until I figured I was close enough and peeked around a tree. I still couldn’t see them.
I l studied the tree beside me and noticed several possible handholds in the trunk. Easy climb.
I scrambled up the tree like a monkey, and shuffled along a low branch quietly until I could see them. There was a guy and a girl.
The guy had soft brown hair and pale skin, and he scanned the trees like he was looking for a fight.
The girl was his opposite. Her blonde hair shone brightly in the sun, and her darker skin tone worked with it perfectly.
I ducked down on the branch as she looked up, revealing gentle, leafy green eyes.
I wondered what my eye colour was. What colour my hair was? I couldn’t tell with all the dirt caking it. I turned my attention back to the conversation.
“-Try somewhere else…” Blondie was saying.
“But they said she would be around here somewhere! If we’re gonna look for her at all, we should keep looking around here,” Mr Gruff said pointedly.
I shuffled further forward on the branch, and it creaked slightly. I froze like a cat in a spotlight.
“Who's there? Come out now!” Mr Gruff ordered.
“Shh, Dylan. What if it’s her? You’re going to scare her away being like that,” Blondie said calmly, “Hello? Who’s there? Come on out. We won’t hurt you.
” I peered over the edge of the branch and watched as both Dylan and Blondie scanned their surroundings.
Suddenly, Dylan looked up. I shrank back wanting to hide but at the same time wanting to see what they were doing. Dylan scanned the trees tops, his eyes passing right over where I was hiding.
His eyes were fiery red, and they entranced me. I peered forward, and Dylan’s gaze flitted back to where I was hiding.
“AHA!” Dylan yelled, and I scrambled backwards and skimmed up the tree trunk even more, hiding further up.
I was a little scared and cautious, especially since these were the first people I had seen ever since waking up. Meanwhile a yelling match was going on down below.
“Dylan! What did I say about being quiet and careful!” Blondie yelled, “Who knows where she’s gone to now!”
“Well excuse me for even finding her! You’d still be looking if it weren’t for me!” Dylan screeched back.
“Boggily boo!” Blondie yelled back. I found this hilariously funny, and almost fell of the branch laughing.
I looked back over the edge of the branch, and saw both Dylan and Blondie looking up at me in surprise, and it sent me into another fit of laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Blondie asked.
“I think it was when you said Boggily boo,” Dylan muttered, stifling his laughter.
“Well excuseeeee me!” Blondie replied starkly, sending me into another fit of laughter. This time, Dylan joined me.
I scampered down a few branches, so I ended up sitting precariously on one right next to their heads.
I looked down at the two of them curiously, swinging my legs. Dylan was still trying to calm down, and Blondie was looking back at me curiously but cautiously.
I waved enthusiastically, at her, and she waved timidly back.
“Hi there,” Blondie said softly, like she was trying to calm down a frightened animal. I jumped down from the branch and landed.
“Stop talking to me like I’m a timid animal that needs calming,” I said. Dylan snorted, then tried to hide in behind a cough.
“What’s your name then?” Blondie asked me, ignoring Dylan.
I smiled brightly and said, “No idea!”
Dylan stopped laughing and shared a look with Blondie.
“Also, where am I? Who are you? And why are you looking for me?” I questioned.
“First question, you’ll have to wait and see, second, my name is Kim, this is Dylan, and we’re elementalists,” Kim replied.
Dylan nodded, “That’s right. As for that last question of yours, you’ll just have to wait for that answer too.”
“What are Elementalists? What are your elements? Do I have an element?” I rambled.
“Calm down, Calm down. Come with us, and the Headmaster will answer your questions.” Kim reasoned.
“Headmaster?” I asked.
Dylan sighed exasperatedly and while Kim answered calmly, “The Headmaster, the one in charge of the School.”
“School?” I asked, confused. I now only seemed to be able to say one word questions. Just great.
“Yes, the School. The school is where we Elementalists go to learn about our powers, be taught how to use them,” Kim said, but you could tell she was starting to lose her patience.
“How can I trust you?” I asked reasonably.
“Only you can decide whether you trust us or not. Do you want to come with us?”
“Only joking. Of course, I will.”
“That settles it then. Follow us!” Kim exclaims, and with Dylan leading the way, we walk of in the direction of this School.