Chosen

Dream

Clarity's POV

"Clarity! You are the second person!" Flare smirks, and all eyes are on me as the color drains from my face. Crap. I look over to Luke who has been slowly backing towards the door the whole time in an attempt to escape the game. Nice try, but that's not gunna work with Flare. She's not that easy to defeat. But neither am I.

I look back and see Luke struggling to escape Izumo's grasp as she drags him away from the door. He attempts to grab hold of the carpet, clawing at it desperately, but fails.

"Payback time!" She yells over his saddened wails, throwing her purple pigtails over her shoulder.

"I'm not the one that poured frieking ice cream on your head, that was Kyle!" Luke screams, still attempting to catch hold on the carpet. The plum haired summoner stops in her tracks, but then shrugs and keeps walking.

"Whatever," she sighs and tosses him in the closet. He lands with a sickening 'thud!' and I wince.

"You Son of a-" his sentence is cut off by the door slamming in his face violently by Flare. After that, she smiles my way before grabbing my wrist and throwing me into total darkness, otherwise known as the closet.
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Awkward silence insues. We're literally just staring at each other as Luke swears every cuss word I know of. I just stare into space, ready to tell him what my idea is once he's done cussing.

After about thirty seconds, he lets off the F-bomb, then goes silent. I sigh with relief. I reach into my back pocket, pulling out Cirrus's phone that I took care of after her death. My eyes begin tearing up at the memory, but I shake them away. Crying won't bring her back.

I unlock the IPhone, and the screen light causes Luke to glance up. He walks over to me questioningly(or actually just steps, the closet isn't that big) until he finally realizes what I'm holding.

Out of my jean pocket I grab a pair of earbuds and toss one to Luke. He grins at me before putting it in, and I do the same. A few days ago, I had downloaded some good music just for the heck of it, now I'm glad I did.

I scroll through the songs, then settle on one of my favorite bands- Coldplay. Under that category I have tons of songs by them, but I decide on Clocks. I'm about to press play when my familiar interrupts.

"Hey Clarity, we're allowed to do this, right?" He asks worriedly, staring at the phone in my hands.

"Of course! Did she ever specifically say we had to be 'romantically entangled'?" I smile as he realizes the truth in my words. "By the way, do you like Coldplay?"

"YES!!! I love Coldplay!!!" He grins, and my mouth drops.

"OMG YOU ARE AWESOME COLDPLAY IS MY FAVORITE BAND EVER!!!!" I scream, and jump around the closet, my hand in the air. I fangirl a little more before sitting back down.

"Ok, I'll start it," I whisper to myself, then I glance up at Luke. The poor guy is as far away from me as the earbuds will allow, shivering in the corner.

I decide to start up the music anyways, so I choose 'Paradise' and start it. His eyes immediately widen with recognition, and he begins singing it softly. I know the words by heart, but I don't sing them. I show them instead.

I form the lyrics in little bursts of light, displaying stars above us and butterflies flying through the air, illuminating the closet. When I look over I see his eyes are filled with wonder, as mine probably are.

After the song stops, we just sit there, staring at each other before he dares to break the silence.

"If you could choose a last name, what would it be?" He asks, looking me in the eyes. The question catches me slightly off guard, I suppose because I've never thought of it before. I never knew my parents,so I never had a last name to inherit.

"Ummm... Vermillion, I guess. It's my favorite color. How about you?" I ask, and tears begin to form in his eyes. Did I say something wrong?

"I- I have a last name, I just don't know what it is," he whispers, and a stray tear falls from his eye, "My father never told me,"

"At least you had a father," I sigh sadly, looking to the floor, "I never knew either of my parents," He glances up at me, his cheeks now wet and opens his mouth to speak when the door suddenly opens, displaying a ticked Flare.

"Your 7 minutes are up," she growls as we walk out, "and nothing interesting happened," I roll my eyes. I guess maybe we were supposed to make out or something, but that's not going to happen.

The rest of the night was rather uneventful, and my name was never called again. I spent the entire night thinking over and over in my head,

'tomorrow we will be either dead & defeated or alive & victorious. I came in here as the light Mage Clarity. Who will I go out as?'
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THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE BEGINNING OF THE EPIC BATTLE!!!!!!!!!!!
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