CIA
If there's anything I hate more than being in the unknown, it's remaining in the unknown.
I lived eighteen years of my life in unawareness of the true reality, of the future, of the dark. But this was not a case of my own ignorance being in my way of gaining knowledge, no. That knowledge was hidden from me, kept away.
The people of Doomed Lands will continue to live like this forever, left behind, not a clue about the curse that has deemed them, possibly forever.
I was lucky enough that I found out eventually.
These people, my people, they aren't.
No one will ever tell them the truth, the GR has taken extreme measures to prevent the truth from ever coming to light.
If it ever did, a war would break out.
Money is power, yes. Influence is power, yes. But the mightiest of all of these powers is knowledge.
If you don't own that power, you won't be the one to be the master, to manipulate.
You will be the one to get manipulated.
And that's something the GR enjoys doing enough to go tiring lengths to ensure it stays that way.
Don't get fooled, don't get manipulated.
Play back.
Another thing that I can't stand is when people drop any desired words and leave them in an unexplained context, or in my case no context at all.
Your guardian angel.
I know what a guardian angel is.
And that is why those words do not make any sort of sense.
I had never seen that woman in my life before but the second she appeared I sensed something absolutely different about her.
Like a faint invisible connection, linking us together.
The mark on her right wrist was a dead flame.
I have a flame too as my mark. The difference is that mine is alive and the left wrist is inked.
Why did she help me?
Oddly enough, unknown people to me keep lending me their hands, keep helping me out.
Forgive me.
He was one mystery in my life but now there are two.
I hid his note in one of my most treasured books – Pride and Prejudice. And I didn't just tuck it into any pages. I chose a specific place to be its place to keep. The part where Mr. Darcy secretly helps out Elizabeth's sister Lydia in marrying Mr. Wickham and Elizabeth is stunned to find out it was him all along.
It reminded me of what this person did for me too and maybe this way I can begin to show my gratitude.
As I laid in the comfort of my bed last night about to dive into the state of no worry, no thinking, no living, an overwhelming amount of thoughts weighed down my mind.
About Ivy, Cole, Elliott, the fact that I had so randomly met the people I'll spend most of my time left with.
The people I'm supposed to end this mission with.
I believe that first impressions are cheap. Sometimes deceiving, sometimes on point but most of the time, they cause prejudice, cause us to be biased.
I'll forget about the first meeting that I had with one person.
Cole and Ivy, I'll get along with absolutely fine although I'll have to get used to Cole's blunt openness and extroversion.
I have nothing to say about Elliott.
First impressions are cheap. I kept saying that to myself, so I didn't paint myself an unbeautiful picture of him.
Eventually, I fell asleep.
My last thought was beautiful.
Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?
VII
"Who are you?", I whisper under my breath, the spoken words floating away in the flow of the wind. I lower my arm, relaxing my muscles and the strained bowstring, the bow in my hand weighing me down. I stare at the arrow I launched just a second ago.
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Ya'aburnee
FantasyWill you play the dark or will the dark play you? Cia was born with a part of her skin inked. She doesn't know that it makes her one of them until she finds out what the flames on her wrist mean. She is a target. The ultimate machine the Ghost-Re...
