I continued to stare at my right arm. The Brand wasn't easy to hide, due to the fact that I was wearing a tank-top. Since that moment when I meet Zephyr, going home made me feel uneasy. What would my parents say? They would definitely freak out. Punk daughter, we said no tattoos. Slowly, but surely I made my way home. As I unlocked the door whispers were heard inside.
" Mom," I called out. " Dad? Anyone there?" A few seconds later a series of footsteps were heard. Two figures stood in the doorway looking down at me.
My mother snapped," Where were you? You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago. And is that a tattoo-"
" I can explain," I rushed. " It began to rain and when it got worse I had to take shelter." My mother suspiciously nodded. As I walked away, my father grabbed my right arm.
" What about this tattoo," he said. " We said no tattoos."
I answered back," It's not a tattoo... it's-"
My mother interrupted," A Brand probably. But then again, our daughter couldn't have the power and strength to hold a brand, let only summon a mythical creature. So tattoo it is." She sneered and then followed my father out of the main hallway. Before they could come back, I rushed upstairs.
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The sun had already set a few hours ago. I had changed into a my usual outfit; dark blue jeans and a dark green long-sleeved shirt. My brown boots and vest were on my desk neatly put away, and I spent most of that time cleaning my room. In fact, I haven't gone downstairs since I arrived home.
" This is just great," I sarcastically noted to myself. *VOOM* *CLANK* The sudden noises had made my ears pop up. My dark blue eyes peered out the window to see my parents car leaving. I got up and went downstairs to grab something from the kitchen. I heard a knock on the door and so I slowly opened it up.
" Yes," I said/asked.
" Would you happen to be one of the Branded?" The question came out of no where. The man(who appeared to be in his early 20's) starred at me. I shrugged and I went to shut the door except the man held it open.
" Answer my question," he demanded.
I coolly responded," Maybe. Who am I talking to?" The man moved a piece of brown hair out of the way so that he could adjust an ear-piece.
" Mark Ghatsven. A teacher at the Signal Academy, and also a fellow Branded member. There were rumors in the area about a giant, unnatural colored bird. When I talked to the witnesses, they said that they saw you and so-"
" Stop making it sound like I committed a crime," I hissed. Mark frowned," Look, you're not the only one. There are more Branded teenagers like you in the area, and I am only trying to help. Tomorrow you should get a letter that will explain a little more."
I answered back," Goodbye." And with that I slammed the door in his face.
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The time must have been around midnight, and yet I was still not asleep. My parents still were not home and I was growing weary. Mark's words rang in my ear and I starred at the Brand. I gently put my fingers over my Brand.
" Zephyr," I whispered. Soon light filled my room and light trails of thunder roared. I blocked my eyes and when I opened them a teddy bear-sized bird was sitting on my desk. It had dark grey feathers and stormy goldenrod yellow eyes.
" Yes child?" Words entered my mind yet his lips hardly moved. Telepathy.
I responded," Can you help me with something? Like can you tell me how the Branded started and stuff about the Old World?"
" That will be a challenge. The legendary creatures of tale, such as myself, have forgotten who they are. Memories of our past lay hidden in clouded secrets."
" Geez, don't get poetic on me," I responded. " What is the earliest memory you have?"
Zephyr pondered for a second," That would be when you summoned me. In fact, I didn't even know my name until you whispered. What is this Old World?"
" The Old World was a world filled with technology," I answered. Things happened and so humans rebuilt themselves. But the strange thing is, no one knows how the Old World was destroyed."
" Then how are people like us-"
" I am guessing there going to Signal Academy," I said. " A school to help the Branded. Look I have more questions, but I need to sleep." Before Zephyr could say another word, he turned into a ball of light and disappeared from sight. A yawn escaped as I slowly fell asleep.
... wow. Thank you for the inspiration.
(please pass mods