“Get up kids,” a guard in front of the city gates whispered. “They’re watching. Especially you, Tasha.” The guard prodded them with his spear and he assumed his position. Tasha, the shorter blonde girl, looked at her friends with curious eyes and hustled to get up. They snarled crude remarks as they passed the guards. The remainder of the city seemed relatively normal. However, they failed to notice that on top of every building there were cameras installed on the side of every weaponry shop.
The teenagers woke up and traveled to the Mission Center to describe why they had left the city for a week. Tasha wanted to tell the Mayor about what the guard had said, but she decided against it and kept her mouth shut. The Mayor appeared very focused on her, however, instead of the kids that
wove tales of what happened.
“Tasha,” he croaked.
"Yes, Mayor?”
“Did they treat you differently than your comrade Gordon here?”
Tasha looked to the ceiling for a moment. She felt her cheeks
turning a shade of pink, feeling embarrassed about not telling the Mayor what
the guard had said. She bit her lip as she fought to remember any special
treatment the kidnappers had conducted on her, but did not recall any
differences. She shook her head and stared into the eyes of the Mayor, wanting to know why she was the special one. There was nothing significant about her, after all.
“Ah,” he sighed, “for they do not know that you are the Messenger.”
“This job is bestowed upon someone every ten years. The Gods
pick a lucky baby to send special powers too, but with these powers come great danger. The Messenger will not be able to control where his or her body goes. It must wander until your thought or message that the Gods assign has been delivered. Tasha, we attempted to keep this from you for as long as we could, but it seems we cannot hold it back any longer.”
The bottle of green tea Tasha was holding shattered into
thousands of transparent shards cutting into her feet.
“It was my fault,” she cried.”
“What, Tasha? What was your fault?” Gordon pushed.
“That is the simple reason why we were kidnapped. I told the other villagers
that our town was safer than theirs and that they needed better protection. I am a threat to those around me. I do not want these powers; this makes me a
Monster.”
The teenagers woke up and traveled to the Mission Center to describe why they had left the city for a week. Tasha wanted to tell the Mayor about what the guard had said, but she decided against it and kept her mouth shut. The Mayor appeared very focused on her, however, instead of the kids that
wove tales of what happened.
“Tasha,” he croaked.
"Yes, Mayor?”
“Did they treat you differently than your comrade Gordon here?”
Tasha looked to the ceiling for a moment. She felt her cheeks
turning a shade of pink, feeling embarrassed about not telling the Mayor what
the guard had said. She bit her lip as she fought to remember any special
treatment the kidnappers had conducted on her, but did not recall any
differences. She shook her head and stared into the eyes of the Mayor, wanting to know why she was the special one. There was nothing significant about her, after all.
“Ah,” he sighed, “for they do not know that you are the Messenger.”
“This job is bestowed upon someone every ten years. The Gods
pick a lucky baby to send special powers too, but with these powers come great danger. The Messenger will not be able to control where his or her body goes. It must wander until your thought or message that the Gods assign has been delivered. Tasha, we attempted to keep this from you for as long as we could, but it seems we cannot hold it back any longer.”
The bottle of green tea Tasha was holding shattered into
thousands of transparent shards cutting into her feet.
“It was my fault,” she cried.”
“What, Tasha? What was your fault?” Gordon pushed.
“That is the simple reason why we were kidnapped. I told the other villagers
that our town was safer than theirs and that they needed better protection. I am a threat to those around me. I do not want these powers; this makes me a
Monster.”