Dion - Chapter 2

5 years later…

She opened her eyes and saw doom. Everything was devastated and no kind of life could be seen around. She painfully stood up due to a really strong headache and watched the landscape, her work. She started walking in the destroyed land full of lost rocks and green-less. Then, she saw something. It was a corpse.
She felt her stomach punched, making herself contort with pain. The guilty was too heavy to be carried by only one person. She crawled trying to get closer to the corpse. She eventually reached the pale face. He was an eighteen-year-old teenager, more or less the same age as she. She quickly took her hand off his face after sensing the cold skin. His expression was stunned. She felt she had already met him, but she couldn’t tell where or when, it was just a feeling. Besides that, he couldn’t be from Veleniar, his clothes were different from hers. A lot different. She reluctantly turned from him, as a mistake she wanted to escape from. She looked at the sky to change landscapes and try to find happiness. However, all she was able to see was a red sky and purple falling sun. Even the sky was dead.
Her sight was disturbed with the melancholic wind bringing dust to her face. She couldn’t see anything at all, but she continued her walk to find life. However, her trip didn’t last long since she tripped in a huge rock. Or so she though. The huge rock proved to be another corpse, the corpse of someone she knew really well. Garnd.
She kneeled near Garnd’s body. She felt her cheeks dry from one of the few things she had never done before: crying. He couldn’t be dead, he had promised her… She turned away her eyes from the ex-friend only to find two more corpses in the surroundings. Kilian, Namid, they were both dead. Dead. And all because of her and her stupid… She then remembered: the fight, the explosion, the life-drained soul she had. And she had killed Garnd… she was alone, forever. All it was all her fault.
The pain stroked again. She couldn’t take it… Maybe it was better that way, her life just didn’t make any sense…

“Dion!”
Dion opened her eyes. She was still crying and was now staring at Garnd right in front of her.
“What happened?” she asked.
“That is my question… Why were you…?” he shut up seeing her worried expression.
“I had a dream, a really strange dream…” Dion replied.
Garnd didn’t question her more. He had already enough information since he knew her enough to understand whether she wanted to talk or not. It was an habit, when she answered that way, she wanted to make secret. And Garnd knew the importance of secrets since he had his.
“Let’s go.” he told Dion.
“Why?”
“We can’t skip classes for all eternity. And you’ve got classes with the director today.”
Dion remembered Pramiet. She couldn’t describe the hate she felt for him. He was always telling her to learn how to control her powers. Why? Dion always though that when someone’s got a power, you need to explore it the best you can. At least, that was what the other students were doing. But her life wasn’t so bad. Each day, they had one lesson; one student per teacher was all that was permitted. Garnd didn’t have classes with Pramiet.
‘Lucky…’
Both teenagers crossed the green fields where every student could rest. However, they only used those fields because that was he only place where everyone didn’t go to. Especially during classes. Loneliness was essential to them and making friends wasn’t their style. What can I say? They were too similar to each other. But it had already rung and the students were playing near the fountain, the place where Dion and Garnd would have to pass to get inside the building. When they got there, all the kids shut up. Most students stopped playing when they saw Dion. It was certainly due to fear. She and Garnd continued their path across the playground, without bothering about theirs every movement being recorded by the kids’ eyes. However, the quiet was interrupted by a new student, who had come from another academy. She was some years older than Dion and had a convinced posture.
“Who do you think you are for shutting all the students up?” she asked with disdain.
‘Quiet, please…’
Dion just ignored her, followed by Garnd. The teenager was being grabbed by her friends, who her advising her not to defy Dion.
“Hey, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?”
No one understood quite well. All that foreign eyes caught was the teenager inside the fountain unconscious. Dion stared at her hands.
‘I’m not able to control my powers yet… and these stupid gloves aren’t helping.”
Dion was just about to turn away and continue her path until she saw Pramiet right in front of her.

I saw this incident from the first floor. However, after Dion had been dragged by Pramiet, I saw someone watching the scene near to me. In that occasion, I didn’t quite paid enough attention to her, but I guess she was the only one who could get information from Dion. Her name was Namid.

Next Chapter:
Pramiet’s office. The gloves.

Author’s Note:
People, I’m so glad I finished this off. I have a great new to tell you all (I guess…). At least, me, Fred and Saritah passed the MOCK exam. This exam was to decided whether you’d do the FCE in June or in December and it seems that both three of us will be doing it in June. I don’t know yet Ricardo’s result but I hope it’s a pass too. Pray for us! And comment, of course… Oh, and probably, this is the last time I travel through time (eg: # years later...)...