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<p dir="ltr">'''Ch. 7'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''I glittered in my room, facing the worried looks of both of my parents. “Jolie?” said my mom, surprised. “Is that you?” She ran over to hug me. Grady, however, stayed on the edge of my bed. He looked kind of upset.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''I slowly tip-toed up the stairs to the Leapmaster 2000, trying to blend into the white walls of Havenfield. With black leggings. Luckily, everyone was preoccupied (Mom just got dinner out) so I slipped into the Leapmaster unidentified.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“Yeah, mom.” I said, weakly. How would I explain my disappearance to them? I clearly couldn’t tell them about everything.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Heatherbrook,” I said, stepping into the flashing light. I felt myself being pulled apart and twisted every which way, as the light led me away from my home. I landed, sprawled, across a flower bed. I scrambled up trying to regain composure before seeing the rebels.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“Poor boy. Brant was looking for you all night. At the end, he was left interacting with people he didn’t know. Anyway, why ''did'' you leave?” Mom looked at me curiously. I wilted.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Hello, Jolie,” said a voice. I turned around, and saw Tiergan, clad in his royal robes and jewels adorning his circlet resting on top of his head. He seemed to be going green today. Councillors have a thing with matching accessories. “I’ve been waiting.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“Umm, well-” I said, about to spill.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Um, hi?” I said, weakly. My eyes flitted to a tree behind his head, spotting a golden-winged parakeet. “The note said...”'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“Hi Mr. and Mrs. Reuwen!” said Vertina in a cheery voice. “Oh! Jolie! You’re back! Do you feel better?” I regained composure. I knew Vertina would save me. Only if she was actually an elf.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“I’m the one who delivered the note. I know what it says. I mean, the one who mailed it to you. My eyes widened.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“Uh, yeah Vertina.” Meeting my mother’s eyes, I lied, “I felt a little… disoriented after being so isolated for so long, so I had to leave. I hung my head.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“But you’re a councillor. You can’t work for rebel organizations. It’s violating-”'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“It’s okay sweetie,” said my mom rubbing my shoulder. My dad got up, seemingly leaving, but stopped in front of me.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“None of that now, dear. First let me tell you why you’re here,” Tiergan took a deep breath. “Jolie, we have chosen you to join our organization. At this time, we don’t have a name, he said warily, “but nonetheless, a rebel organization it is.” He droned on like this for a few minutes, explaining the rules to an organization she wasn’t a part of.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“You know, you can tell us anything. We’re here for you.” I rose my head, meeting his eyes. He knew that something was off.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“We chose you to be a part of our organization, because of your amazing creativity, strong powers, and intelligence. You would be an amazing asset to our organization if you join. If you don’t… Well, you’ve got to be wiped then.” I shuddered. I’d never been wiped, and I don’t want to. Wouldn’t it be weird to have holes in your memories?'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“Okay, father.” I said. My dad broke eye contact hearing that and left the room. My mother got up afterwards and left, giving me a small smile at the doorway.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Our primary cause is to make sure the world lives in harmony, nothing else. If you want to benefit us, then you can join us.” said Tiergan, crisply. “Just think about it.”'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''I should have told them. I shared everything with them, for except this sensitive information. A few minutes later, I heard loud talking and thumps from the lower floor. I got out of my bed to find out what was happening.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''He led me over to a shed - or what I thought was a shed - and opened the door. It lead to a vast room with shelves up to the ceiling. This room obviously was the work of shade and a flasher. No one could hide things that well without aid.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''I went down the immaculate staircase, approaching the bottom when I heard his voice. Tiergan’s voice.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''He scuttled over to a shorter shelf on the other side of the room, and revealed a lock on the side. It clicked open with his DNA, but I couldn’t see what was inside. Councillor Tiergan quickly shut the door. He put something in a pouch and handed it to me. “If you decide, open this. Otherwise, you can return it to me.'''</p>
   
<p dir="ltr">'''“We need your help. Cyrah’s faded away.”'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Umm, sure, but-”'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Jolie, you should go now! I’m having some visitors soon - they can’t see you.” Just then, I heard some footsteps from outside the shed.'''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''“Tiergan! It’s Cyrah!” shouted a familiar voice from the entrance of the shed. “Something’s happened! Come quick!” '''</p>
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<p dir="ltr">'''Tiergan quickly said, “Jolie, you should go home now. I have to deal with something.” Then he rushed out. He left me all alone with a choice unmade…'''</p>

Latest revision as of 17:54, March 14, 2020

Ch. 7

I slowly tip-toed up the stairs to the Leapmaster 2000, trying to blend into the white walls of Havenfield. With black leggings. Luckily, everyone was preoccupied (Mom just got dinner out) so I slipped into the Leapmaster unidentified.

“Heatherbrook,” I said, stepping into the flashing light. I felt myself being pulled apart and twisted every which way, as the light led me away from my home. I landed, sprawled, across a flower bed. I scrambled up trying to regain composure before seeing the rebels.

“Hello, Jolie,” said a voice. I turned around, and saw Tiergan, clad in his royal robes and jewels adorning his circlet resting on top of his head. He seemed to be going green today. Councillors have a thing with matching accessories. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Um, hi?” I said, weakly. My eyes flitted to a tree behind his head, spotting a golden-winged parakeet. “The note said...”

“I’m the one who delivered the note. I know what it says. I mean, the one who mailed it to you.” My eyes widened.

“But you’re a councillor. You can’t work for rebel organizations. It’s violating-”

“None of that now, dear. First let me tell you why you’re here,” Tiergan took a deep breath. “Jolie, we have chosen you to join our organization. At this time, we don’t have a name,” he said warily, “but nonetheless, a rebel organization it is.” He droned on like this for a few minutes, explaining the rules to an organization she wasn’t a part of.

“We chose you to be a part of our organization, because of your amazing creativity, strong powers, and intelligence. You would be an amazing asset to our organization if you join. If you don’t… Well, you’ve got to be wiped then.” I shuddered. I’d never been wiped, and I don’t want to. Wouldn’t it be weird to have holes in your memories?

“Our primary cause is to make sure the world lives in harmony, nothing else. If you want to benefit us, then you can join us.” said Tiergan, crisply. “Just think about it.”

He led me over to a shed - or what I thought was a shed - and opened the door. It lead to a vast room with shelves up to the ceiling. This room obviously was the work of shade and a flasher. No one could hide things that well without aid.

He scuttled over to a shorter shelf on the other side of the room, and revealed a lock on the side. It clicked open with his DNA, but I couldn’t see what was inside. Councillor Tiergan quickly shut the door. He put something in a pouch and handed it to me. “If you decide, open this. Otherwise, you can return it to me.”

“Umm, sure, but-”

“Jolie, you should go now! I’m having some visitors soon - they can’t see you.” Just then, I heard some footsteps from outside the shed.

“Tiergan! It’s Cyrah!” shouted a familiar voice from the entrance of the shed. “Something’s happened! Come quick!” 

Tiergan quickly said, “Jolie, you should go home now. I have to deal with something.” Then he rushed out. He left me all alone with a choice unmade…

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