Nagisa
01-18-2011, 01:43 AM
This is the edited piece. I was very well advised to either throw away the Prologue or redue it. I am doing both. While I do not post the prologue I am working with it on the side. Please forgive me if there is any repetitive sentences, I worked hard on not doing so. Some of the sentences were cut and pasted in more appropriate sections, but I may have accidently coppied and pasted. So thank you all who are going to continue reading this.
Chapter 1: A new beginning- for the two
Sakkara drew in a deep breath then exhauled. Her body shivered as a cool breeze brushed against her skin carrying some of the rain with it. She angled her umbrella to stop the rain. She was more than twenty minutes from her job interview but could still feel her nervousness. It was a temporary job during spring and summer so she could help her aunt pay for overdue bills.
The train station where she waited was empty and haunting. The only other person there was a young man a couple of feet to her left leaning tiredly on a column. He was well dressed so he wasn't homeless but he didn't look entirely well taken care of either. He wore nice pants, a blue t-shirt with a white button up shirt over it that was undone half way, a black sweater, and black leather gloves. He looked tired, broken and angry. His eyes were closed, but Sakkara couldn't tell if he were sleeping because was standing up. He had dark hair, which looked almost blue; and light skin. Sakkara was staring at him, not knowingly. His eyes flashed open revealing bright emotional blue eyes. He stretched. The train slowly pulled up in front of them. He glanced at Sakkara. Her face turned rosy red and she turned away.
She took a deep breath just before stepping onto the train. Her future was about to change; and hopefully for the good. She sat down fixing her skirt. The boy entered the train barely missing the man walking out. He had a distant painful stare; around his eyes looked a bit blue too. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days, if not longer. He sat himself down and nearly fell over as the train began moving. He didn't look alarmed or startled; it looked as though he had actually let it happen.
Sakkara looked from him to outside the window where the city whizzed by. She placed her elbow on the frame of the window and leaned on her hand. A million thoughts sped through her mind. She could hardly stay focused on anything but her interview. She tried to push her mentality on less nerve-racking thoughts. It was hard but she finally managed to close he eyes and hum a song. It was a melody her mother use to hum to her. It was a sweet calm song that always managed to soothe her somehow. Her mind began to wonder. She began thinking her mother and father, in the park. Her father, she could remember him playing with the other kids and her mother sitting on the swing set with Sakkara on her lap laughing together as her father began shouting at the kids for cheating. An image of her father running over to her and giving her a piggyback ride on his back flashed though her memory. She was only five when they died in a car accident. She was now fifteen.
Sakkara sighed opening her eyes not wanting to think of it anymore. She felt eyes on her. She stopped humming. She glanced at the boy, he was looking at her. She didn't know what to do. He then turned away. She was confused but didn’t meditate on it. She gazed out the window again.
There was a low buzzing. She looked around. No one seemed alarmed. It began to get louder. Everyone seemed oblivious to it. The boy was sitting aright, and he seemed tense. She saw him slowly standing in his seat. He looked around. The buzz continued to get louder. Not a single soul seemed to notice except them. He looked alert, worried and a bit irked. He looked out the window. She followed his gaze and saw nothing. He must have seen something though, because he jumped up and pulled out a gun. People on the train began shouting and moving back. A person from behind one of the seats through their wallet toward the boy and shouted that that was all he had. He glimpsed at Sakkara.
Suddenly Sakkara felt no seat or flooring. There was a blinding white light. Nobody was with her. She was standing alone. A gust of wind hit her and she went flying back. Before she knew it, everything went black. She was out cold.
Sakkara opened her eyes. She was lying on a cold hard surface. She sat up and looked around. She lay on a gigantic tree stump. All around her were tall blue trees some having waterfalls coming from them. It was raining. Where was she? She slowly began standing.
"Don't move," said a voice behind her. Sakkara froze. "Don’t move a single muscle."
A hand was on Sakkara's shoulder. A figure walked in front of her. It was the boy from the train station. He had his gun. The gun was angled to the floor at their shadows. He began firing wildly. The bullets ricocheted. He yelped and pushed her and himself off the trunk. She tumbled to the ground with a shriek. She landed on her side. Pain shot up her whole body. She winced and opened her eyes. The boy struggled to stand and aimed again at his shadow. Sakkara hoped he wouldn't fire again. He tilted his head. "It's a normal shadow," he seemed to conclude to himself.
He looked at her. For a second he seemed fine and content. Then suddenly his eyes widened and dread flew and made a new expression. He swore and covered his face with his hands. Sakkara was so baffled and confused.
"I can't believe it," He mumbled. He glanced at her than demanded, "What's your name?"
"Kihjapa," She said.
"What did you say?" He asked looking confused.
"Hik hy fliber Kihjapa…" she almost looked more puzzled than him.
He stared at her; trying to make sense of it. It clicked. He knelt by her and said, "Listen to me clearly," he began slowly, "You…are in shock. Everything you say to me is complete gibberish. I have no clue what you're saying."
"Cacky…?" She said cocking her head.
"Like I said, complete gibberish." He stood up then walked away.
Sakkara struggled to her feet realizing how shaky she was. She rubbed her arms as a breeze brushed her skin and the rain poured down on them. He was a couple of inches taller then she, but he did look kind of short for a boy. He put his gun away and spun in a circle speculating his location. He rubbed his hand through his hair and sighed irritably.
"Come on," he grabbed her by the arm and began leading her away, "Hold onto my jacket and pay attention. Don’t get lost and run. If you do, I'm not looking for you. I have more important things in hand. Got it?"
Sakkara nodded when he glanced back at her remembering she couldn't speak. She felt frightened all over. She couldn't run. Where would she go? The boy obviously meant no harm. But was that enough to trust him and follow him?
They walked for an uncountable amount of time. When he finally stopped to rest she collapsed on a rock. They were out of the so-called forest and were now on a rocky terrain. Just to their right were huge monstrous mountains. She looked behind. The forest looked normal. The blue trees were the familiar brown and green and there were now waterfalls spouting out. She meant to ask the boy how that was, but only rubbish came out of her mouth. He ignored her and sat down on the rock.
He sighed. "I know where we are, but it's still a long way from Wixometit," he explained. He saw the confusion on her face then filled in, "It's a city."
"Oh," she said. She perked up realizing maybe her talking voice was back. "Hallo…" she said slowly testing it out.
He raised an eyebrow.
She looked at the boy and laughed. "I'm Sakkara," she said.
He flinched uncomfortably. His cheeks turned a bright red and he turned away. "I'm Roayx," he said briefly standing up.
Sakkara smiled. For some reason, she trusted him. There was something about him she couldn't help but feel he was honest.
The rain stopped and the sun showed its face from behind the clouds shining brightly on them.
"We better get going," Roayx offered Sakkara a hand to help her up from the low rock. She took it and was up in a moment. She thanked him and they began walking. Off to the north was a huge city. It was still miles away emphasizing all the more how gigantic the buildings were. Sakkara was struck with awe.
They walked a couple more miles before Roayx brought out some water and offered it to her. Sakkara took the bottle gratefully and tried to drink with class despite her quenching thirst. She gagged as water went down the wrong pipe. Roayx walked to her and patted her back. Sakkara looked at him laughing nervously feeling childish. He walked away.
"If we wait here," Roayx said, "We should be able to catch a truck. They normally pass frequently here." He surveyed the land brushing his hair.
Roayx flopped on the ground and crossed his legs despite the mud. Sakkara shifted he feet. He was silent looking far off in the distant. He hardly made a sound or made movement. When she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t see any specific emotion. They were so empty. Torn of any emotion they had been once filled with. Like part of his life had been seized from him and never had been returned. Never to be returned. Roayx seemed almost content of this, even though it must have taken a long time to finally except his fate. Sakkara could see this all through his eyes and expression.
He let out a long stress filled inpatient sigh. Sakkara grinned. She ignored the mud and sat down next to him tucking her feet under herself. Just sitting by him made her feel safe. After five or so minutes he stood up, he leaned over and looked into the distance. The silence was pleasant. It gave Sakkara time to think and calm her mood. Even though she was able to smile she was still tense and scared. She followed his gaze and saw a little puff of dirt flying into the air.
"Tch, finally," she heard Roayx mumble.
She stood up. He skirt and clothing was muddy and soaked to the bone. Considering that she was in a whole different world it didn't actually strike her as an issue. Once waiting a couple of minutes a small yellow truck was about to drive by them before Roayx jogged out onto the road to stop the car. The car slowed down and finally came to a stop. A tall man looked out the window. He looked kind and gentle.
"Can I help you young couple?" He asked.
"Yeah," Roayx said seeming oblivious to what the man had said, "Can you give us a ride to Wixometit?"
The man thought for a moment. "I guess…" He hesitated then became firm, "It's just you two?"
"Yes."
The man relaxed. "Then it's okay. Come on." He walked out of the truck then helped Sakkara into the back. "Sorry for coming off so strict, we've been having people rip us off for rides. Two will come out and ask then ten will come and ride," he was clearly irked but he came off softly to them.
He got back into the truck and began driving away. The road was ruff and bumpy. Roayx walked his way over to Sakkara on his hands and knees.
"Here," he said, "Sit there," he gestured where he was previously, "There's some blankets. It's more comfortable."
Sakkara crawled over to the other seat while trying to keep her skirt in control from the wind. She set herself down just before the truck hit a large bump. She shrieked and fell forward. Roayx lunged and caught her. She looked up at him and blushed. She slanted her head and giggled. "Sorry," She said sitting back down on the seat. She would not let that happen again. She held tight to the truck. Roayx didn't seem at all bothered which practically made Sakkara feel all the more dim-witted.
She looked away from Roayx and at the city. It was enormous but at the same time it looked so tranquil and at ease.
The man stuck his head out the window and shouted to them in the back. "So what makes you head to the City of Niur?"
"Catching up with some friends," Roayx replied.
The man nodded understandingly. He went back inside and was silent for a few. Sakkara leaned forward and asked, "I thought it was called Wixometit?"
"City of Niur is another name for it," Roayx said bleakly.
"Oh," She sat back and was about to be quiet when she decided to add, "What does it mean?"
"Niur is an ancient word for Destruction," he replied.
"What world are you from?" The man driving asked humorously.
"She's stupid," Roayx said, "She hardly knows the language."
Sakkara was silent from there on out for the rest of the ride. She continued to look at the city as it began to darken and lights began turning on. A low shine blue stretched over the city, it was like water, but more slow and graceful. Small white glowing spheres stretched around it. Stretches of the blue light became to detach from the base. Sakkara looked at it with awe and wonder. "What is that?" She inquired.
Roayx looked at it nonchalantly. "It's Oriti," he alleged.
She heard the man swore horribly. "May it rot in…" he caught his words and looked at Sakkara through the mirror, "excuse me," he said.
"What's wrong with Oriti," Sakkara asked.
"Where's this girl from?"
Roayx looked at the man and said, "I said she was stupid." He turned his attention on Sakkara, "Couple of years ago a thing called Oriti destroyed the city completely. No one lived. Soldiers of an organization went missing. They weren't found among the dead. The city was restored and ever since that light has been going over the city. No one knows why." He paused and Sakkara only caught only a couple of his words as he looked into the void, "Even me…" he then continued with his attention back on her, "Another organization, Onisi, is believed to be behind it. They still haven't found out where Onisi is though. That sums up the easy stuff. Everything else is crappy pieces of an impossible puzzle."
Sakkara nodded only half understanding. For the rest of the drive, it was silent and meek. The sky filled with mind-boggling amount of stars. They were finally in the city. It looked like any average city except larger and some of the building still looked wrecked. People were in the streets walking around as if it was midday. The city was alive. Children ran around laughing.
"It's beautiful," Sakkara breathed.
The car was moving slow careful not to hit anyone walking in the streets.
Roayx grunted. "This is only the first half," he spat bitterly. "The other side is filled with homeless children, broken souls and destroyed lives never to be resurrected."
"Unless Oriti is killed," The men threw in with resentment. "Oriti," he used it as a swear word.
Roayx became distant, quite and detached in thought with his arms crossed and his legs kicked up on the edge. Sakkara didn't say anymore seeing that it bothered him. They left the man after paying him a little money for his generosity. Roayx managed to get a two rooms right beside each other. He promised to leave his unlocked if she needed anything. Sakkara went into her room, sat on the bed and was silent. She didn't cry. She was too exhausted. And though she missed her aunt and friends she couldn't find the strength or tears for crying.
The room was small neat and cozy. There was a bed and dresser. Not that she needed the dresser. She had no change of clothes anyway. She went under the covers and turned out the lamp. Within ten minutes she fell asleep.
The sum beamed into her room showing off the new day. Sakkara opened her eyes and looked out the window. It was morning. She was in another world, with a strange boy, and in a city that had been destroyed torn of its life. Her life had defiantly taken a turn, but was it for the good?
Chapter 1: A new beginning- for the two
Sakkara drew in a deep breath then exhauled. Her body shivered as a cool breeze brushed against her skin carrying some of the rain with it. She angled her umbrella to stop the rain. She was more than twenty minutes from her job interview but could still feel her nervousness. It was a temporary job during spring and summer so she could help her aunt pay for overdue bills.
The train station where she waited was empty and haunting. The only other person there was a young man a couple of feet to her left leaning tiredly on a column. He was well dressed so he wasn't homeless but he didn't look entirely well taken care of either. He wore nice pants, a blue t-shirt with a white button up shirt over it that was undone half way, a black sweater, and black leather gloves. He looked tired, broken and angry. His eyes were closed, but Sakkara couldn't tell if he were sleeping because was standing up. He had dark hair, which looked almost blue; and light skin. Sakkara was staring at him, not knowingly. His eyes flashed open revealing bright emotional blue eyes. He stretched. The train slowly pulled up in front of them. He glanced at Sakkara. Her face turned rosy red and she turned away.
She took a deep breath just before stepping onto the train. Her future was about to change; and hopefully for the good. She sat down fixing her skirt. The boy entered the train barely missing the man walking out. He had a distant painful stare; around his eyes looked a bit blue too. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days, if not longer. He sat himself down and nearly fell over as the train began moving. He didn't look alarmed or startled; it looked as though he had actually let it happen.
Sakkara looked from him to outside the window where the city whizzed by. She placed her elbow on the frame of the window and leaned on her hand. A million thoughts sped through her mind. She could hardly stay focused on anything but her interview. She tried to push her mentality on less nerve-racking thoughts. It was hard but she finally managed to close he eyes and hum a song. It was a melody her mother use to hum to her. It was a sweet calm song that always managed to soothe her somehow. Her mind began to wonder. She began thinking her mother and father, in the park. Her father, she could remember him playing with the other kids and her mother sitting on the swing set with Sakkara on her lap laughing together as her father began shouting at the kids for cheating. An image of her father running over to her and giving her a piggyback ride on his back flashed though her memory. She was only five when they died in a car accident. She was now fifteen.
Sakkara sighed opening her eyes not wanting to think of it anymore. She felt eyes on her. She stopped humming. She glanced at the boy, he was looking at her. She didn't know what to do. He then turned away. She was confused but didn’t meditate on it. She gazed out the window again.
There was a low buzzing. She looked around. No one seemed alarmed. It began to get louder. Everyone seemed oblivious to it. The boy was sitting aright, and he seemed tense. She saw him slowly standing in his seat. He looked around. The buzz continued to get louder. Not a single soul seemed to notice except them. He looked alert, worried and a bit irked. He looked out the window. She followed his gaze and saw nothing. He must have seen something though, because he jumped up and pulled out a gun. People on the train began shouting and moving back. A person from behind one of the seats through their wallet toward the boy and shouted that that was all he had. He glimpsed at Sakkara.
Suddenly Sakkara felt no seat or flooring. There was a blinding white light. Nobody was with her. She was standing alone. A gust of wind hit her and she went flying back. Before she knew it, everything went black. She was out cold.
Sakkara opened her eyes. She was lying on a cold hard surface. She sat up and looked around. She lay on a gigantic tree stump. All around her were tall blue trees some having waterfalls coming from them. It was raining. Where was she? She slowly began standing.
"Don't move," said a voice behind her. Sakkara froze. "Don’t move a single muscle."
A hand was on Sakkara's shoulder. A figure walked in front of her. It was the boy from the train station. He had his gun. The gun was angled to the floor at their shadows. He began firing wildly. The bullets ricocheted. He yelped and pushed her and himself off the trunk. She tumbled to the ground with a shriek. She landed on her side. Pain shot up her whole body. She winced and opened her eyes. The boy struggled to stand and aimed again at his shadow. Sakkara hoped he wouldn't fire again. He tilted his head. "It's a normal shadow," he seemed to conclude to himself.
He looked at her. For a second he seemed fine and content. Then suddenly his eyes widened and dread flew and made a new expression. He swore and covered his face with his hands. Sakkara was so baffled and confused.
"I can't believe it," He mumbled. He glanced at her than demanded, "What's your name?"
"Kihjapa," She said.
"What did you say?" He asked looking confused.
"Hik hy fliber Kihjapa…" she almost looked more puzzled than him.
He stared at her; trying to make sense of it. It clicked. He knelt by her and said, "Listen to me clearly," he began slowly, "You…are in shock. Everything you say to me is complete gibberish. I have no clue what you're saying."
"Cacky…?" She said cocking her head.
"Like I said, complete gibberish." He stood up then walked away.
Sakkara struggled to her feet realizing how shaky she was. She rubbed her arms as a breeze brushed her skin and the rain poured down on them. He was a couple of inches taller then she, but he did look kind of short for a boy. He put his gun away and spun in a circle speculating his location. He rubbed his hand through his hair and sighed irritably.
"Come on," he grabbed her by the arm and began leading her away, "Hold onto my jacket and pay attention. Don’t get lost and run. If you do, I'm not looking for you. I have more important things in hand. Got it?"
Sakkara nodded when he glanced back at her remembering she couldn't speak. She felt frightened all over. She couldn't run. Where would she go? The boy obviously meant no harm. But was that enough to trust him and follow him?
They walked for an uncountable amount of time. When he finally stopped to rest she collapsed on a rock. They were out of the so-called forest and were now on a rocky terrain. Just to their right were huge monstrous mountains. She looked behind. The forest looked normal. The blue trees were the familiar brown and green and there were now waterfalls spouting out. She meant to ask the boy how that was, but only rubbish came out of her mouth. He ignored her and sat down on the rock.
He sighed. "I know where we are, but it's still a long way from Wixometit," he explained. He saw the confusion on her face then filled in, "It's a city."
"Oh," she said. She perked up realizing maybe her talking voice was back. "Hallo…" she said slowly testing it out.
He raised an eyebrow.
She looked at the boy and laughed. "I'm Sakkara," she said.
He flinched uncomfortably. His cheeks turned a bright red and he turned away. "I'm Roayx," he said briefly standing up.
Sakkara smiled. For some reason, she trusted him. There was something about him she couldn't help but feel he was honest.
The rain stopped and the sun showed its face from behind the clouds shining brightly on them.
"We better get going," Roayx offered Sakkara a hand to help her up from the low rock. She took it and was up in a moment. She thanked him and they began walking. Off to the north was a huge city. It was still miles away emphasizing all the more how gigantic the buildings were. Sakkara was struck with awe.
They walked a couple more miles before Roayx brought out some water and offered it to her. Sakkara took the bottle gratefully and tried to drink with class despite her quenching thirst. She gagged as water went down the wrong pipe. Roayx walked to her and patted her back. Sakkara looked at him laughing nervously feeling childish. He walked away.
"If we wait here," Roayx said, "We should be able to catch a truck. They normally pass frequently here." He surveyed the land brushing his hair.
Roayx flopped on the ground and crossed his legs despite the mud. Sakkara shifted he feet. He was silent looking far off in the distant. He hardly made a sound or made movement. When she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t see any specific emotion. They were so empty. Torn of any emotion they had been once filled with. Like part of his life had been seized from him and never had been returned. Never to be returned. Roayx seemed almost content of this, even though it must have taken a long time to finally except his fate. Sakkara could see this all through his eyes and expression.
He let out a long stress filled inpatient sigh. Sakkara grinned. She ignored the mud and sat down next to him tucking her feet under herself. Just sitting by him made her feel safe. After five or so minutes he stood up, he leaned over and looked into the distance. The silence was pleasant. It gave Sakkara time to think and calm her mood. Even though she was able to smile she was still tense and scared. She followed his gaze and saw a little puff of dirt flying into the air.
"Tch, finally," she heard Roayx mumble.
She stood up. He skirt and clothing was muddy and soaked to the bone. Considering that she was in a whole different world it didn't actually strike her as an issue. Once waiting a couple of minutes a small yellow truck was about to drive by them before Roayx jogged out onto the road to stop the car. The car slowed down and finally came to a stop. A tall man looked out the window. He looked kind and gentle.
"Can I help you young couple?" He asked.
"Yeah," Roayx said seeming oblivious to what the man had said, "Can you give us a ride to Wixometit?"
The man thought for a moment. "I guess…" He hesitated then became firm, "It's just you two?"
"Yes."
The man relaxed. "Then it's okay. Come on." He walked out of the truck then helped Sakkara into the back. "Sorry for coming off so strict, we've been having people rip us off for rides. Two will come out and ask then ten will come and ride," he was clearly irked but he came off softly to them.
He got back into the truck and began driving away. The road was ruff and bumpy. Roayx walked his way over to Sakkara on his hands and knees.
"Here," he said, "Sit there," he gestured where he was previously, "There's some blankets. It's more comfortable."
Sakkara crawled over to the other seat while trying to keep her skirt in control from the wind. She set herself down just before the truck hit a large bump. She shrieked and fell forward. Roayx lunged and caught her. She looked up at him and blushed. She slanted her head and giggled. "Sorry," She said sitting back down on the seat. She would not let that happen again. She held tight to the truck. Roayx didn't seem at all bothered which practically made Sakkara feel all the more dim-witted.
She looked away from Roayx and at the city. It was enormous but at the same time it looked so tranquil and at ease.
The man stuck his head out the window and shouted to them in the back. "So what makes you head to the City of Niur?"
"Catching up with some friends," Roayx replied.
The man nodded understandingly. He went back inside and was silent for a few. Sakkara leaned forward and asked, "I thought it was called Wixometit?"
"City of Niur is another name for it," Roayx said bleakly.
"Oh," She sat back and was about to be quiet when she decided to add, "What does it mean?"
"Niur is an ancient word for Destruction," he replied.
"What world are you from?" The man driving asked humorously.
"She's stupid," Roayx said, "She hardly knows the language."
Sakkara was silent from there on out for the rest of the ride. She continued to look at the city as it began to darken and lights began turning on. A low shine blue stretched over the city, it was like water, but more slow and graceful. Small white glowing spheres stretched around it. Stretches of the blue light became to detach from the base. Sakkara looked at it with awe and wonder. "What is that?" She inquired.
Roayx looked at it nonchalantly. "It's Oriti," he alleged.
She heard the man swore horribly. "May it rot in…" he caught his words and looked at Sakkara through the mirror, "excuse me," he said.
"What's wrong with Oriti," Sakkara asked.
"Where's this girl from?"
Roayx looked at the man and said, "I said she was stupid." He turned his attention on Sakkara, "Couple of years ago a thing called Oriti destroyed the city completely. No one lived. Soldiers of an organization went missing. They weren't found among the dead. The city was restored and ever since that light has been going over the city. No one knows why." He paused and Sakkara only caught only a couple of his words as he looked into the void, "Even me…" he then continued with his attention back on her, "Another organization, Onisi, is believed to be behind it. They still haven't found out where Onisi is though. That sums up the easy stuff. Everything else is crappy pieces of an impossible puzzle."
Sakkara nodded only half understanding. For the rest of the drive, it was silent and meek. The sky filled with mind-boggling amount of stars. They were finally in the city. It looked like any average city except larger and some of the building still looked wrecked. People were in the streets walking around as if it was midday. The city was alive. Children ran around laughing.
"It's beautiful," Sakkara breathed.
The car was moving slow careful not to hit anyone walking in the streets.
Roayx grunted. "This is only the first half," he spat bitterly. "The other side is filled with homeless children, broken souls and destroyed lives never to be resurrected."
"Unless Oriti is killed," The men threw in with resentment. "Oriti," he used it as a swear word.
Roayx became distant, quite and detached in thought with his arms crossed and his legs kicked up on the edge. Sakkara didn't say anymore seeing that it bothered him. They left the man after paying him a little money for his generosity. Roayx managed to get a two rooms right beside each other. He promised to leave his unlocked if she needed anything. Sakkara went into her room, sat on the bed and was silent. She didn't cry. She was too exhausted. And though she missed her aunt and friends she couldn't find the strength or tears for crying.
The room was small neat and cozy. There was a bed and dresser. Not that she needed the dresser. She had no change of clothes anyway. She went under the covers and turned out the lamp. Within ten minutes she fell asleep.
The sum beamed into her room showing off the new day. Sakkara opened her eyes and looked out the window. It was morning. She was in another world, with a strange boy, and in a city that had been destroyed torn of its life. Her life had defiantly taken a turn, but was it for the good?