Survivor

Zosime was bored. She had been sitting in class all day, doodling while barely listening to the teacher droning on about molecules and whatnot. She looked down at her paper and frowned. She had been absentmindedly been drawing something- a bow and arrow. As she wondered why, the teacher called out ‘’ Miss Zosime Thatcher, please pay attention.’’ Her head snapped up and she muttered a ‘’ yes ma’am’’. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the bell rang. Zosime got up and lazily walked out the door. She walked towards the gate when she hears someone trip and shout behind her. She turned to see who it was- and of course it was her best friend- Ash. Ash was a shy timid girl Zosime had befriended in second grade when she defended her against bullies. Ash was short and chubby, with round glasses and red cheeks. Her braided hair was sticking out, and she looked out of breath. Zosime bent down to help her up. She dusted her checked black and white skirt and said panting ‘’ you could have waited for me! I had to run all the way here! ’’ Zosime just shrugged. She shouldered her backpack and said ‘’ come on, let’s get outta here’’

They walked out the long pointed black gate and made their way towards Zosime’s new black motorcycle. Zosime climbed on and started it while Ash climbed behind her. The motorcycle grunted and started. They zoomed past the tall buildings and pulled to a stop at their favorite café- La vista. Ashley went inside and got them a table while Zosime went to the bathroom. She looked at her reflection-and it stared back at her. She had long wavy black hair and stunning hazel eyes with a shot of green. She had pale skin and freckles on her face. It was an odd combination. She loved it.

She went back outside into the café. She saw Ash on a table and went over. ‘’Whatcha having? ‘’ Zosime asked. Ash looked up and frowned, staring at her head. ‘’ Who are you?’’ she asked. ‘’ Uh, I’m your best friend?’’ Zosime said with a confused look. Ash just shook her head and said ‘’ Sorry, but I don’t know you.’’ Zosime grabbed her shoulders and shaked her saying ‘’ Ash, It’s me!’’ Ash slapped her hands away and said ‘’ don’t touch me! I’ll call the police!’’ Zosime looked at her, hurt and ran out of there in tears.

She thought that Ash had gotten tired of having Zosime as a best friend and had decided to ignore her. She settled on the stairs and sniffled. She pulled out her phone and called her mom. Her mom, Sarah, was amazing. She was a philosophical artist, who drew murals all over their house. She was always in tattered jeans and tee, splattered with paint. She smelled of cinnamon and campfire. ‘’Hello?’’ Zosime said shakily. ‘’ Hi! Who’s this?’’ her mom replies. Eyes wide, Zosime nervously chuckles and says ‘’ Um mom? It’s me, your daughter’’. Sarah replies ‘’ Look, I’m sorry child, but I don’t have a daughter. You must have called the wrong number.’’ Zosime’s phone falls from her hand. Her eyes wide and panicking, hands shaking, she sits down, shocked. No one remembers me, she thinks. No one knows me. I’m alone. What happened?

She takes her head in her hands, and tries to recollect everything that happened today. She still couldn’t think of what had gone wrong. She got up and went over to her bike. She climbed on, started the engine and zoomed off to god knows where. A drive always helped her clear her head. Tears were still stinging her eyes, trickling down the side of her face. The wind was harsh against her pale skin, goosebumps erupting. Suddenly, the hairs at the back of her head stood up and a shiver went down her spine. Something was wrong, and she could feel it. And then she saw it. The monster was at least 10 feet tall. It had a scaly green hide, hairy arms and legs. It was wearing – trousers? It had bloodshot red eyes. And Zosime was its target. She was in shock, but recovered quickly enough to scramble out of the way as the monster lunged at it.It growled in frustration and changed its direction. Suddenly, someone threw something at Zosime and miraculously, she caught it. It was a sword. It was made of some unique glowing metal, and had some drawings carved on it. And as she held it, she felt a spark in her belly which quickly erupted into a fire. She felt it in her bones, burning deep within. She felt unstoppable, the epitome of fierce energy. It was like she was on fire and would burn everything in her path. She was enveloped in a fiery halo, floating about the ground. Her hair was flying and her eyes were a bright fiery color. She screamed and lunged at the monster, slicing it in half at one try. She came down and dropped the sword and as quickly as the energy came, it went. The fire seeped out of her until it was smoldered, and she felt the energy leave her bones. She was tired, weak, and barely conscious. And as she slipped away, she saw an angel like face above her, taking her flying.

She woke up feeling like she was floating. The bed she was lying on was soft as cotton, like a cloud. The sheets were satin and velvety. The bed was pushed to the corner, a cupboard on the other side. A window was above her, light seeping through. The rest of the room was empty. Zosime felt well rested, like she had been asleep for a long time. Then, the angel came over. Well, the guy with the angel face looked at her and beamed. He was very hot, with a jawline sharp as a knife, tousled platinum blond hair and electric blue eyes. He was lean and tall, his button up blue shirt stretching across his taunt muscles. Zosime was sure she was drooling . ‘’Hey! You’re awake’’ he said. Zosime said, with panicking eyes ‘’ what the hell happened!? There was a monster a-and a sword and I was flying and killed it and -what is this? W-where am I?’’ He blinked and with a face of realization said ‘’ Oh! Right. You don’t know. So this is a long story. Basically, you are an angel warrior. You never knew your father, did you? That’s because he is an angel. Your mother is human, and with blood of 2 great lineages, you are the most powerful angel warrior. The sword you used? That was the sword that was gifted to the most powerful human king by the first and also most powerful angel king. It only works for the chosen warrior – an angel warrior, daughter or the king angel, and his chosen bride, who gets the power that 100 men do not possess. You are special, for you are the ancestor of the most powerful angel and human king. The sword? It was gifted from your angel ancestor to your human ancestor. And you will be the key to winning this war.’’ Zosime went wide eyed, shaking. ‘’ What do you mean? The most powerful warrior? I don’t know how to fight. I am the daughter of an ANGEL KING? A PRINCESS? A CHOSEN WARRIOR? HOW! Look, I have no idea how the sword worked for me, but it clearly made a mistake. Please just take me back and help everyone remember me.’’ Angel guy looked at her with sympathy in his eyes and said ‘’ Look, the sword made no mistake. You ARE the chosen warrior of two great lineages, and you ARE going to win the war. We will train you; help you become who you are meant to be. But you can forget our old life. After all, everyone forgot about you for a reason. This is where you belong.’’ Zosime just sat there, processing. Finally, she looked and angel guy and asked ‘’ By the way, what’s your name?’’ Angel guy smiled ,with a dimple on one cheek ,and replied ‘’ Xavier.’’ And as Xavier walked out the room, Zosime burst into tears.

Hello,I am shayna,a 13 year old student.Genre is fantasy .it is for 10+ age. It is of 1390 words.