ELEMENTAL ACADEMY: THE AWAKEN

ELEMENTAL ACADEMY: THE AWAKEN

Autor:Aqua sian

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Fantasy

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Ever since we turned 16 we've been running for our lives, never stayed at a place more than neccessary and always had to keep our power in hidden. But luck had run out, not only did they find us, but they killed our parents. Throw us in a world we know nothing about. ... but I'm ready to face everything they throw at me, to get my parents killers
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HOPE

“Girls, hurry! Get in the car, now!” Mom’s urgent voice pierced through the house, as we hurtled down the stairs, the sound of our frantic footsteps echoing through the empty halls like a death knell. I had no idea where we were headed, but I knew we were running again. A sense of dread crept over me, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart and squeezing tight. My stomach twisted into knots, as if a heavy weight had dropped anchor inside me. The familiar feeling of fear and uncertainty settled in, like a dark cloud that had been lurking just out of sight, waiting to descend. This has been our reality ever since we turned sixteen, our lives had been a never-ending cycle of hiding and running. It has been two years of living on edge, never knowing when our pursuers would close in, had taken its toll on all of us. I remembered the night we’d abandoned our old home, leaving behind the only life we’d ever known. We’d packed hastily, our hearts racing with every creak of the floorboards, every snap of a twig outside. As we’d driven away, I’d caught a glimpse of our house in the rear-view mirror, its windows dark and empty, like a mask that had been ripped away. That was the night our lives became a never-ending cycle of hiding and running.

Our lives had been a whirlwind of secrecy and fear. Coming into our powers had changed everything. Before our sixteenth birthday, we’d been a typical family – school, friends, sleepovers. But after that day, everything shifted. We stopped attending school, fearing our powers would manifest in public, move from place to place . We lost touch with our friends, unable to explain our sudden disappearance. Our home became a fortress, with security cameras and alarm systems installed to protect us from those who sought after us, their motives and identities remained a mystery” for better clarity. But when of us ever gets to angry nervous, our power intensifies and they fund us. Even our relationships with each other changed, as we struggled to navigate our new roles as siblings with superhuman powers.

As triplets with abilities we couldn’t control, we’d learned to rely on each other – and our parents – to survive. They didn’t have powers like us, but they never judged us or made us feel like freaks. Mom would say ‘'Your powers are a gift, but they're also a responsibility.'’ Her guidance gave me the strength to keep going. We practiced controlling emotions so we can control our powers in the basement, careful not to hurt anyone or ourselves. Our basement, our secret sanctuary, was a cozy, dimly lit space with cream-colored walls and a low ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of dampness and old books. A single window high up on one wall allowed a sliver of sunlight to peek in, casting a faint glow on the concrete floor. The room felt warm and inviting, a cozy retreat from the world above. Dad’s rule was clear: our powers were a secret. We’d been cautious for months, but now it seemed our pursuers had found us again.

We piled into the car, and Dad floored it. The tension inside was palpable, each of us silently praying we’d make it through this ordeal. Winter’s chill had brought a thick fog, reducing visibility to near zero. I couldn’t see beyond the window, and at the speed Dad was driving, it was impossible to react to anything on the road. As if my fears had manifested into reality, a dark shape appeared in the middle of the road. Dad slammed on the brakes, but they seemed to fail. He swerved left, and we careened off the road, bouncing down the gravelly shoulder. Our screams filled the air until we hit something solid. The car rolled twice, and our seatbelts, jammed from the cold or age, failed to restrain us. We knew our chances of survival were slim. Facing death’s door was a harsh reality check. In this moment, I realized how little I’d truly lived. Always hiding, never standing out, no friends to speak of. I’d never even kissed a guy or had a boyfriend. Regret washed over me, and I thought, “Fuck my life.”

“Hope, Holly, and Honey, hold on!” Dad’s panicked yell pierced the air. I froze, my heart racing like a jackhammer in my chest. The air was shredded by our screams, a chilling cacophony of terror that echoed through every inch of my being. Then, in an instant, everything changed. Mom’s side of the car slammed into something, the impact throwing me forward like a ragdoll. The world went silent, except for the ringing in my ears and the sound of crunching metal. I struggled to breathe, my heart racing, A thousand knives stabbed at my chest, hand, and leg, each one twisting with sadistic precision. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and I could feel a warm trickle of blood seeping from my forehead. But I had to push through the agony; I needed to know my family was safe. Through the shattered windshield, I gazed upon a nightmarish tableau of crumpled steel and shattered glass, illuminated only by the faint moonlight. I thought I saw movement outside my window – a shadowy figure lurking just out of sight. But my focus was shattered, and I couldn’t grasp anything solid. Mom's faint whimper sent a shiver down my spine. A terrified sob tore from my throat, my voice hoarse with desperation. I couldn’t hear my sisters or Dad. I fought through the pain, desperate to see anything around me. I gritted my teeth, determination coursing through my veins like adrenaline. I longed to call out their names, but consciousness was slipping away. If I gave in, I knew I’d pass out, leaving my family to fate.

Than I wouldn’t know how my family is, My heart racing, I struggled to breathe. I had to save my family. Why is this happening to us? The thought echoed in my mind like a mantra. …… With every last ounce of strength, I managed to pry open my eyes. As I came to, I realized I was dangling halfway out of the open car door, my leg twisted at an unnatural angle.

Oh shit …I tried to move, but searing pain shot through my leg, which was caught by something in the car. The feeling of warm blood seeping from my leg made my stomach churn. Fear gripped me like a vice, threatening to consume me. I tried to call out for my sisters and dad, but my voice was hoarse and barely audible. I needed a distraction from my own apparent demise, so I turned to my mom. A thick tree branch protruded from her belly, my heart sank, Panic clawed at my chest like a wild animal . Oh God. No. My vision blurred as tears streamed down my face, adrenaline pulsed through my body as panic flooded my system. My mom was going to die, and I couldn’t see any sign of my sisters or dad. We’d all perish if we didn’t get help soon. I tried to call out for them, but consciousness slipped through my fingers like sand. Time lost all meaning as I hung there, slipping in and out of consciousness. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and the sound of my mom’s labored breathing was like a knife to my heart. Footsteps echoed through the darkness, and I looked up to see someone approaching. Oh, thank God…help had arrived. My vision blurred, but as the footsteps drew nearer, I saw that it was a man. I don’t remember much, but when his hands touched me, they grabbed onto my arm first. The shot of intense pain that followed dragged me down into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness.

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