ZION
The entire drive to our new house in this new town was pathetically miserable. This town was my last resort from all my antics. Any more misdemeanors and I would be placed in a correctional facility which my mother hated the thought off.
They always kept me close to them, kept a watchful eye on me, and how I used my magic. They didn't trust me enough to send me into the outside world without them tagging along. The way my temper boiled I guess they always assumed I would incinerate someone with a beam of light.
From what my mother taught me, light magic had more healing properties than harmful ones. Before my mother left her realm, she was an angel that brought unexplainable healing to mortals. When she left the realm of heaven she couldn't resist the urge of wanting to help and heal so she, therefore, became a general practitioner.
Dr. Ciana Collins!
That's my mum's name. Her name was as beautiful as her. I had never seen both my parent's in their true forms but my mother looked breathtaking in her human form.
My father was tall and big built. His voice gruff and hoarse. He didn't have a gentle touch and unlike mother, the magic he wielded caused great destruction. I always wanted to know why my father chose Lucifer's side over the creators. But I never asked why because both the creator and Lucifer were selfish in their own way. That's why I was stuck amongst mortals being a realmless being.
My father abandoned hell and decided to live a simple life amongst the mortals as one of them just for the sake of the love he and my mother shared. He became a constructor and developer. He made good use of his strength and anger demolishing and rebuilding projects.
Phoenix Collins.
That's my father's name. He was a demon but a harmless one after my mother entered his life. I've never seen him wield magic before. I figured he was too scared to use it. Too scared it would turn him into what he was before.
"He can't keep doing this Ciana! Where else are we going to go?" I heard my father's voice boom. We were already at the house and they were busy unpacking boxes in the sitting room while I unpacked my bedroom.
The house wasn't big and sound traveled quite easily. I snuck out of my room and stood in the corridor to eavesdrop on my parents' conversation. My back pressed against the wall to make sure they couldn't see me and I labored my breathing to make sure they couldn't hear me.
"Calm down Phoenix please," my mother's voice pleaded. I couldn't see her but I already knew what her facial expression depicted. She had the brightest blue eyes that drowned you in its warmth. Looking into them would make anyone putty in her little hands.
"Calm down? If he keeps doing this he...he..." my father trailed off as he paced across the freshly waxed hardwood floor. Every time his thick boots hit the wood a heavy sound echoed throughout the room.
"He's going to what Phoenix? Fitful the prophecy?" My mother asked in the faintest of whispers. Her tiny voice nearly falling on deaf ears.
"Yes! How can I teach him dark magic when he might be the reason the realms will seize to exist!"
What? So that was the reason he didn't want to teach me dark magic. I sharply inhaled trying not to make any sounds or movements that would alert them of my presence.
"That's not true," my mother sighed in defeat, "He will find love." Her tone sounded hopeful, she always sounded hopeful when it came to me and that caused a pang to grow in my chest because I always seemed to let her down.
"Love? How will he love when all he does is hate?"
"How did you learn to love?"
"I didn't hate the entire world," my father lossily defended. I could practically imagine him throwing his hands up in the air as he spoke those words. His sharp green eyes filled with the burning fire of rage.
"No, but you hated the creator and Lucifer. Just like our son does."
I felt the pang in my chest grow drastically. My mother was so understanding but my father wasn't wrong. I didn't have any love to give this realm and the beings who lived in it. Neither did I have love to give for the other two realms which I would never gain acceptance into.
Slowly, I crept back into my room. I shut the door and locked it behind me so I could be alone to think. I sunk my hands deep into my pockets, clenching them into tight fists.
Prophecy?
Love?
The reason that the realms would seize to exist?
How did all of this relate to one another and most importantly what did it have to do with me?
Unfortunately for me, the realms were one of the best-kept secrets. I couldn't even google what my parents were talking about because I wouldn't get any answers. My parents wouldn't tell me because there was a reason they kept it away from me. But I needed to know. Was my fate already written, even before my existence, and if so what was my fate?
Heaven and hell were known to mortals. Their different religions depicted in similar ways. Hell being a fiery pit whilst heaven being a blissful paradise. Some people believed that living on Earth itself was Hell because there couldn't be anything worse than this. Unfortunately, that wasn't true. Hell did exist. The Devil did exist. His demons did exist. Heaven did exist. But the true knowledge of them was unspoken.
The curiosity ate at me and I could feel the dark magic course through my veins being fueled by my anger and unsureness. Dark magic had a mind of its own and I could feel it trying to take over me, begging to be used. To be unleashed. I clenched my teeth and tightened my jaw to prevent myself from letting out a gut-wrenching scream due to the sharp pain of the dark magic coursing through me.
My hands found their way to my hair and my fingers tugged hard on the roots. I needed to let the dark energy out before it consumed me. My light energy wasn't strong enough to save me and I could feel myself slipping away until all I could see was black.
And then I saw a faint light and a figure that glowed in the surrounding darkness.
"I'm right here," the figure said in a soothing manner. The voice sounded awfully familiar and I almost groaned when I realized who the hell it was.
"Are you in my head again mum?"
"I am. It's really dark in here, have you seen the light switch?" My mom had an uncanny ability to make bad jokes in a bad situation. It was her coping mechanism that I wished she got rid of or at least wished she'd tell better jokes.
"This isn't the time for your dry jokes mum," I complained, rolling my eyes at her when a ghost smile played on her lips.
"You're right. Why don't you take my hand and I'll take you back into the light?" She suggested, holding her tiny hand out to me.
I stared at her hand for a long second, analyzing how her beautiful skin glowed in the darkness, "I don't know mum. I kind of like it here." I admitted, settling into the dark. Growing up, I never liked the light but I found solace in the dark. The dark didn't scare me the way it did other kids and if my mind played tricks on me and made me think that there were monsters in my room then I simply befriended those monsters.
"No one really likes the dark Zion. It's a lonely place." My mother's wind chime voice tried to convince me.
A sound of maniacal laughter echoed through the darkness that enveloped us. The laughter started off soft and slow, gradually increasing in volume. It made it seem like whatever lurked in the darkness was getting closer and whatever it was made my mother antsy, to say the least.
"Zion, take my hand, we have to leave now! Right now!" my mother frantically said pulling me toward a beam of light. Panic laced her features and I could see beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead. A telltale sign of her being stressed or scared. Sometimes even both.
I didn't question her because of how spooked she was at whoever or whatever cackled in the blackness submerging us. But as I began to reach for her glowing hand, I felt something grip my ankle. I couldn't see it, just feel it. I tried to think of a way to get out of it anchoring grasp but I came up with nothing.
My mother whispered something under her breath and a harsh glow of light radiated off her. She was still in her human form which meant her magic wasn't as concentrated as it would have been in her true, angelic form but it was strong enough for me to be set free. The creatures in the dark hated the light, sort of like how I hated it.
"You've got to go into the light," my mother yelled.
"Am I going to die?" I asked distressed. This had never happened to me before but from experience with mortals, I've learned that going into the light generally meant that you were dying. I might have been a currently aging immortal being that couldn't die from natural causes but I could still die in another way, like decapitation for instance.
"Zion just go!" she urged me with pleading eyes and suddenly all humor left. Well, whatever humor there was from the statement go into the light that was.
"What about you?"
"I'll see you on the other side," she encouraged and gave me a strange look, a look that I could only describe as sadness and unsureness of her words, "the other side of that bedroom door which you locked!"
My tongue darted out of my mouth and I sunk my teeth into the softness of it. There was a rule in my house, never lock the bedroom door. That rule came about after I nearly burnt the house down by trying to wield dark magic on my own with no supervision.
"Zion go!" she yelled but her tone was a pleading one.
I ran toward the light, not looking back. My eyes were sat on my goal and when I was a few feet away I leaped into the beam.
ZIONI woke up on my bedroom floor in fetal position. My body was as cold as ice and had no feeling. I realized I couldn't move. I was paralyzed and although I hated to admit it, the fact that I was paralyzed on my bedroom floor scared the living shit out of me.Warm thoughts, think warm thoughts!But my mind seemed to be betraying me as it thought of a massive ice cream sundae instead. So I then forced myself to think of fire and the hot sun and... I was hitting a blank.What else would be warm? I didn't know if the warm thoughts idea would work but it seemed worth a try. Mind over matter right? So if my mind thought I was burning alive right now everything else wouldn't matter. It was a stupid thought but I was taught that your mind is your greatest weapon especially since I didn't have to physically wield magic. I could just think ab
ZIONI woke up hours later. The sun just began to peak the horizon indicating a new day. Rays of orange, red, and soft yellow bombarded into my room. I perched myself up on my elbows and took in the heat of the sun as it caressed my skin and brought life to it.The creator created many wrong things in the world, mortals being one of them, but the simple sunrise and sunset that he created was probably his most majestic creation yet. A simple sunrise brought not only the dawn of a new day but it brought new beginnings and a fresh start to those who hadn't seen any hope in a long time.I shrugged the comforter off me and then dragged my now rested body out of the bed. Placing both my legs on solid ground, I realized that I seemed to have regained feeling in them again. I didn't want to test my luck by just standing up for me to end up kissing the floor so I took my time, gradually lifting my weight up.
ALINAEveryone seemed to be in their own little buzz this morning, whispering amongst themselves. They seemed intrigued about something. This town was pretty small and not much really happened. You couldn't flick a booger in this town without someone noticing.There was a cold chill in the air. A weird sensation ran down my spine. Something was wrong and I could just feel it in my bones. Something was definitely about to happen or already did for the entirety of Sapphire High to be in a chatting frenzy.From a child, I could always predict when something bad would happen. It was strange but I always regarded it as my sixth sense and for some reason my sixth sense seemed to be tingling more than usual.I roamed the eerie and chattery halls of Sapphire High with a clear goal of reaching my locker without being noticed by anyone but I lost sight of my goal when a strange figure stood at the m
ALINAZion cleared his throat, his anchoring stare never leaving me, "Are you okay?" He asked emotionlessly. Almost as if he didn't really care but asked out of courtesy.My words escaped me yet again, just like this morning, and I stood there as mute as a headless chicken. I found the energy in me to give him a slight nod before feeling a hand wrap around my arm, pulling me away and also bringing me back to my senses."What was that?" Max quipped, glaring at me with skepticism in his eyes. It wasn't like me to freeze up because I wasn't a shy person. I wasn't outspoken either, I was somewhere in the middle and I was happy for that because that meant I wasn't socially awkward."I... I don't know," I admitted, "I get a strange feeling when he's around and he always seems to be around." I shook my head as I tried to rid my mind of what had just happened."I'm surprised you d
ZIONWho would of expected that I, Zion Collins, would get laid on the first day in a new school. It didn't even take me that long. It was a new record for me. I'd admit, it was unconventional and pretty risky to do it behind the bleaches but it worked out just fine. That Megan girl got what she wanted and I got what I wanted.Everything about that school seemed to be dull and boring like every other except this one had many more promiscuous girls than the other schools I had the displeasure of attending.One girl, however, had a different energy to her. She was unlike anything I had ever encountered. She was different from every mortal I encountered. I had the same effect on her as I did with everyone else but there was just something about her. I couldn't put my finger on it.She was strikingly beautiful, entrancing me the moment my eyes met her greyish orbs. Her luscious, dark hair curl
ZIONOur house was located in a very secluded area of town. From the outside it had a scary appearance due to the black and grey exterior. Large black gates stood firm at the entrance of the cobblestone driveway to stop unwanted guests from trespassing. There were tall trees all over the yard that had a lack of leaves on them since it was autumn.The back yard was basically a huge field with dry, brownish grass. There was no way anyone could see anything that happened in our massive backyard because of how high the stone fencing was. It was why my father bought this particular house in the first place.The more secluded the better. That way we could practice magic without the possibility of being seen. Every house I had ever lived in had the same dark, mystic demeanor as this house. It almost looked as if it was haunted and with the black storm clouds that were rolling in, the house looked gloomy and petri
ZIONFlinging my school bag over my shoulder, I entered the school building for another daunting day at the miserable place. Just like yesterday, everybody stopped what they were doing to stare at me with their undying attention. I refrained from the urge to roll my eyes. It was as if they had never seen a teenage boy before.Alina was already at her locker when I arrived at the mine, a blonde girl kneeling against the lockers next to her and laughing. The girl was shorter than Alina and much curvier. She had deep blue eyes and plump pink lips to match. Her hair was cropped short, to her shoulders and wavy which matched her outfit of black high waist jeans and a black tube top. A leather jacket and boots finished her look.I took my time walking to my locker as I shifted my gaze to Alina who was having an animated conversation with her friend. Her hands moved everywhere, almost hitting a poor boy who was w
ZIONShe did her best to avoid me for the rest of the day. If she found me taking a seat beside her then she would trade seats with someone to get away from me. Most, if not all of the girls she traded seats with were thrilled by her offer, grabbing the sliver of a chance to talk to me. I hated it, every minute of it. She could see how much I despised it and she took pleasure in watching my annoyance grow.And yet I still wanted to be near her, to speak to her. I was clearly losing my shit.The only class we didn't share was economics. I couldn't help but wonder what elective she chose in its place. My economics teacher was young for her age and I was certain every boy in the class chose this elective just so they could drool over her like pathetic dogs. Ms. Fielding ignored the whistles, flirtatious looks and constant ogling from the students as best she could. It surprised me that the attention