First day out of the hospital and on the job. Kirstiella introduced me to my other colleague, Truck-Kun. Don't ask me about his name. Another thing about him other than his weird name was the fact he was a literal truck.Not the newest, might I add.When he drove us from the hospital it was hard to not notice the creak every time it slowed down and the seats that were like moldy bread. It would also honk and Kirstiella would respond like she could understand it. Most of its comments were digs directed to me. About my uncombed hair, lanky build and plain clothes. Something it said piqued my interest, something about my weak link to the "Derare".
Kirstiella said that one's link is determined by a lack of specialty, or any kind of distinguishing qualities. To walk with a true link to Derare grants one immense power when they travel to Elderia and a vast arsenal of magical abilities. In the front seat she pulled another small beady eyed creature and again it sniffed around me. If I'm so bland why the heck would it say I have a weak link? Truck-Kun beeped in an uproar, guess he was laughing and Kirstiella sat there, quiet and shocked by the result.
"There aren't any hidden talents you're hiding," She said. Looking everywhere but into her eyes I muttered that I used to be a good dancer and did well in school. "Of course! With such weird traits then you really would do horribly in Elderia. I guess you truly are apart of the Department now." She announced. Continuing to say that if I really am apart of them then I must know of their enemies, Team B. A group from Elderia who placed a bet that nobody from Earth would come and always foil their efforts to get people. They are filled with true Derare walkers and if I encountered them, my death would be assured. Were they the ones behind the deaths of the twelve past visitors to Elderia?
Before we could continue, we stopped at an abandoned building where I would train. Kirstiella gave me a wand, it looked ancient. It was thin and made from a flaky oak and a had a shiny, blue orb sticking out of the top. To use it I was instructed to channel my frustrations and feelings of hopelessness into it. I tried, and failed. Another thing I cannot do, great. The more negative thoughts I had the cloudier the ball got, until the wand was shaking violently and beam shot from it. Only appearing for a second and destroying a pillar but I was mesmerized by its beauty. It looked like a river with blue energy moving side to side and vibrating like they were excited. The sound it made was like the sound of a techno song composed by the most experimental of artists and my hand was tingling and I could barely keep my arm still. Awesome.
Feeling lost, bored with it all or like a failure? Everyone's the hero of their own story and when heroes think like that, we all know who visits them. Is that how things are going to work with our resident failure, Don Rose? I mean heck, has anything worked in his adult life?
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