The Lost Star
written by YUKI [SehunForever]
THIS BOOK IS DONE AND THERE WILL BE A SECOND BOOK! It was just a calm morning. Then everything changed. The last thing I would have expected.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
5
Reads
514
When Everything Changed
Chapter 1
I was just walking to school on my sixteenth birthday, and suddenly I heard people fighting.
I followed the sound. It lead me into a house that looked like it haven't been used for a long time. Maybe it was not good idea to go into the house, but I didn’t think. I hated people fighting, I thought fightings only meant one thing--people were in pain or dying.
For some reason, I could never stand people being in pain. Yeah I know, that sound like some hero would think. I’ve always wanted to be a normal person but the powers that I had betrayed me.
A symbol had been with me all the time. It looked like a spiraling tornado.
When I opened the wooden door, the symbol on my hand began to burn. It started to glow with silver-ish light.
People were fighting. And I just stood there, trying to calm my burning hand.
A streak of fire came at me, I ducked down and drew some people’s attention. More streaks of elements were shoot from a side of the two at me. Another side immediately started to protect me. I didn’t have time to think, the lights were getting brighter and brighter. I raised my hand, I don’t know exactly what happened. The last thing I saw was a boy picked me up and flew away from the fight into the sky.
☆ ☆ ☆
I woke up in a completely white room.
Then I suddenly heard the door opened, a familiar person came in followed by a some people.
I rubbed my eyes and who I saw was the boy that saved me yesterday.
I just stared at them blankly. No one spoke for a while.
Finally, the boy saved me yesterday broke the silence, “Hi, I’m Daniel.”
I was shocked by his simple introduction, I couldn’t think of a better reply so I just said, “I’m Yuki.”
Now I took a close look on all of them, I only saw these people fighting and didn’t pay attention to their age. They were all about 17-18 years old. My hand started to burn again. I grabbed it with my left hand and asked, “Where exactly am I?”
Daniel didn’t answer me directly, “Don’t worry about your hand, it’ll be fine soon.”
A strange idea popped into my mind, “Do you all have this symbol thing?”
They all showed me their hands.
I saw twelve different, but similar symbols.
My head suddenly started to hurt and memories squished into my mind.
I passed out into the pieces of flashbacks…
I followed the sound. It lead me into a house that looked like it haven't been used for a long time. Maybe it was not good idea to go into the house, but I didn’t think. I hated people fighting, I thought fightings only meant one thing--people were in pain or dying.
For some reason, I could never stand people being in pain. Yeah I know, that sound like some hero would think. I’ve always wanted to be a normal person but the powers that I had betrayed me.
A symbol had been with me all the time. It looked like a spiraling tornado.
When I opened the wooden door, the symbol on my hand began to burn. It started to glow with silver-ish light.
People were fighting. And I just stood there, trying to calm my burning hand.
A streak of fire came at me, I ducked down and drew some people’s attention. More streaks of elements were shoot from a side of the two at me. Another side immediately started to protect me. I didn’t have time to think, the lights were getting brighter and brighter. I raised my hand, I don’t know exactly what happened. The last thing I saw was a boy picked me up and flew away from the fight into the sky.
☆ ☆ ☆
I woke up in a completely white room.
Then I suddenly heard the door opened, a familiar person came in followed by a some people.
I rubbed my eyes and who I saw was the boy that saved me yesterday.
I just stared at them blankly. No one spoke for a while.
Finally, the boy saved me yesterday broke the silence, “Hi, I’m Daniel.”
I was shocked by his simple introduction, I couldn’t think of a better reply so I just said, “I’m Yuki.”
Now I took a close look on all of them, I only saw these people fighting and didn’t pay attention to their age. They were all about 17-18 years old. My hand started to burn again. I grabbed it with my left hand and asked, “Where exactly am I?”
Daniel didn’t answer me directly, “Don’t worry about your hand, it’ll be fine soon.”
A strange idea popped into my mind, “Do you all have this symbol thing?”
They all showed me their hands.
I saw twelve different, but similar symbols.
My head suddenly started to hurt and memories squished into my mind.
I passed out into the pieces of flashbacks…
