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Prodigy of a savior

Prodigy of a savior

Auteur:Amanda Pearson

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Introduction
a boy who loses his memory from falling and hitting his head while being attacked by other villagers who have lost their"sanity" and need's to leave the village because everything is dying. Ariel helps him leave and periodically reminds him who he is, but the truth is Luke might not be who everyone says he is and he begins to get his own memories back. Luke's whole world is in turmoil as he is new to magic and talking animals. If he lost his memory, who is he really?
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Chapitre

  Sunlight, it's too bright everything is blurry and my head hurts. I finally sit up taking in my very blurry surroundings as my vision clears everything seems off.

  The sounds of the village are in chaos, everyone is screaming in horror.

  I don't remember how I got here, or who I am all I know is that my head is bleeding and the world seems to be crashing down all at once.

  "Luke" I hear but I don't know where it's coming from.

  "Luke, come on we have to go!" All of a sudden a girl is taking me by the arm and pulling me down the streets of this strange place.

  Tripping and falling she's not letting me get my footing, there must be something wrong. "Whats going on?"

  "You must have hit your head pretty hard if you don't remember, look we don't have time for reminders we have to keep moving, I'll explain everything when we get out of here." Not knowing if I should trust this strange girl pulling me down god knows where, but something just seems...right. 

  I follow her through all the rubble and falling pillars to the gates that are being pulled apart by other civilians trying to leave this disintegrating place. With everyone's force, we finally got the gates open and continued running for a safe haven, if that even exists.

  Trees are everywhere swallowing us whole, with adrenaline in our veins we continued to run. A lady without looking ran into a gap in a tree, she never came back out.

  All of a sudden all stopped in our tracks gasping for air staring in shock that we just witnessed. 

  The tree dislodged itself from its roots and spat out the poor woman, or what was left of her.

  Pieces of flesh and bones fell out of the trunk of the tree. All you heard from behind was a blood-curdling scream.

  more and more civilians are being eaten and spit out from these horrid things we thought were trees. 

  A booming voice came over the forest and sent everyone running. "Run! leave the Forrest! Go!" We finally get out of the forest not looking back until the screaming stopped falling to the ground trying to catch my breath I dared to look back.

  The survivors including the girl who brought me here all looked silently at ash where all the trees were. black snow falling in the sky with a withering old man with long white hair and a long white beard with a blue robe standing in the middle of the devastation.

  "Do you not know what treants are? Where have you been for the past fifty years," The old man boomed; He started walking toward us with some sort of walking stick I have never noticed he had, until now.

  "Alright... come on no time for introductions if you want to survive this place." He said walking past all of us in a stride. We all stared at him not moving; he looked back.

  "I know the way, follow me." And we did, after a few hours, I decided to try and talk to the girl who brought me here.

  "Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on, and why do you keep calling me luke?"

  I asked the strange girl; with ice grey eyes and jet black hair.

  "You really don't remember anything do you?" She asked bewildered.

  "If I did would I ask you all these questions?" I asked getting irritable.

  Clouds started piling in the sky making it go dark, and eerie; as rain pelted the ground.

  "We should get out of the rain, let's go look for cover." the old man ordered walking in a random direction.

  We soon approached a cave; it was dark and the only light we had; was the light coming in from the outside. Or at least until the old man snapped his wrinkled old fingers and the cave lit up magically. I opened my eyes wide and ran toward him.

  "How did you do that?!" I asked amazed.