True Hearts

Chapter 1: The Beginning

*Ba-bumpba-bump*

My heart beat rang through me heavily for absolutely no reason. Its probably something stupid like "the temperature dropped." Just a little quirk I have. Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Eis, or as basically everyone calls me AZ. It stands for absolute zero. I'm 17, and have snow white hair. Currently, I live in the center of nowhere, an artificial island called Cor Centre. There was a theory that bounced around for a bit that the creator of Cor forgot the e in core, but they didn't correct the name because they thought it was an artistic statement. You don't really need to know that, so continuing on. The reason I live here in this Eden is because "I'm Special" Well, my heart is at least. My heart is shaped like a stereotypically drawn heart. It's basically two regular hearts sewn together, but the thing is I'm not the only one here either. There are many other people here with the same heart. Another "special" thing about us is each of us get a power based on our personality and past. They call this power a heartbeat, basically a really pun-like way to show our hearts are "special." My great power is control of temperature, air pressure, and all that jazz. There are consequences, on the other hand. The consequence I get is having a "frozen heart" which basically means I can't feel remorse and lack some emotions. Yeah I know, lame consequence when I can make ice or even fire with my bare hand. I've also forgotten to say why my power is this because of my personality and past. You'll learn both later, so I'll spare the sob story. Now that I'm introduced the story can continue.

*Knock Knock*

Gabriel barges into my room, but at least he knocked first. "We need to go downstairs at eat. Also after, you have a meeting in the Aorta."

I shrug, and he skips off. Info you may want to know about Gabriel: 18 years, 5 inches shorter than me, amber colored hair, and he is extremely childish for his age. It is the consequence to his heartbeat, the balance of good and bad.
I head down towards the stairs. Out of a spraypainted corner of my eye I see two hands come out of nowhere and grab my wrist. The shadow mumbles something. I have no clue what they said, but I bet it was something idiotic. I sigh, "That's not going to work Johan. I mean 'Bard'."

I get dragged through the corner and into a grassy field. The image of Bard can finally be seen clearly, a tall 18 year old, with an awkward burgundy purple hair color, and his notorious beanie. His real name is Johan, but he'd rather be called Bard. His heartbeat is mainly being perfect at fine arts and making art come to life, but he won't tell me the consequence. "So what do you need?"

He smiles and his finger points straight to the paint, "Just help me paint, you ice cube. We still need to-"

"Well, we can do whatever 'painting' tonight after my meeting"

I walk back through the corner, and storm downstairs. The three others beckon me to the table. I wave at them, "I'm just going to Aorta early, so we can have a small meeting together ."

As I walk out, all I hear sounds of frustration. They hate meetings because it's basically working on teamwork which they suck at with all honesty.

Soon enough, I find the Aorta after following mounds of signs. I'd also tell about the whole island, but it's kind of lame. The Aorta on the other hand is covered with vein-like vines. I walk in the huge mahogany doors, and a giant auditorium greets me. One main light shines down on the stage. The light was angelic. It seemed as if it came from the heavens itself. I didn't notice I was creeping towards it until I was touching it. The light faded quickly. Torches started blazing. My heart echoed through me. The temperature dropped. Hissing pierces my ears. "Some meeting this is."

I flail my hand, and small ice stalagmites seek out the hissing. The ice finally finds whatever it was, and one large stalagmites freezes and shatters it. I yawn out, "Anything else?"