I sat alone in a fire lit room. But I kept hearing voices of unknown origin. All of a sudden a flash of light erupted from the fire.
When the light faded away, I noticed that I was not the only one in the room anymore. There was a boy around my age, 17, who wore an 18th century tux. He was tall with light brown/ red hair. And he had eyes that showed the fire within.
He spoke first to brake the silence, that had stolen over the room, "Hello, my name is John. I am..."
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The Eight Elements
Teen Fiction8 kids. 2 past lives. 1 destiny. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rachel loves the water. She feels calm, and collective anywhere water touches her skin. Mason loves to be near the woods. Even though he's not allowed in them. Ever since Josh can remember, he...
