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Genevieve's POV:
I rolled over and let out a sigh of happiness...'Such a comfortable bed', I thought. Wait. Wait, wait,
wait! This WAS NOT my bed! In fact, this wasn't my room! It was nice though, a light beige color, in
every spot that the eye could see. I sat up with a jolt, my shoulder-length, blonde hair covering my
face a bit. I sat there and began to go over yesterday's events...
*Flashback*
I skipped down the streets of Paris, my bag full of new clothes that had fit me perfectly. I looked at a
window, then stopped, pressing my hands against the glass, when I noticed something. Just
below my palm was a strange, tatoo-ish looking thing. 'Strange', I thought, 'I don't remember getting
a tatoo.' It was a strange tatoo also, it resembled something that looked like a sign of wind, no...air.
It went into a diagonal line, then curled at the end. All of the sudden I blacked out.
*End of Flashback'
I jumped out of my bed in a fighting stance and looked around for any sudden movements. The
room was pretty. A beige type of color that covered everything in the room. 'Hmmm...I think it's safe
to look around...' I opened one of the two doors to my room and found myself in a hall. I turned to
my right, but found a dead end so I took a left. Soon enough I had entered a trance-like state, deep
within my mind where I was asking questions as I walked down the corridor. All of the sudden I hit
something hard and fell over.
"Ouch!" A voice screamed in unison with mine.
"Who the heck do you think you are, walking around and not paying any attention!?" Said the
strange girl.
"Well, if I am correct, you were doing the same." I responded cleverly.
"Who are you anyways!?"
"I am Genevieve Quier ((key-air)). Who are you, if I may ask?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.
"No, you may not ask." She sneered.
"Americain de dibolocol ((Diabolocol American))." I muttered under my breath.
"What did you just say!?"
"Nothing, nothing."
"Oh, I think you did." She smiled and punched me right smack into the nose.
"Vous mechante petite sorciere (( You evil little witch!))!" I punched her right back and then we broke
into a fight, occasionally drawing blood and screaming profanities. Then I pushed her into a red
door and it crashed open, sending her straight to the ground. She was about to get up and continue
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The Marked: Power of the Elements
AdventureTaylen, Genevieve, Rick, Jared, and Derek are five normal people...as far as they know. Soon they all wake up to find themselves in a strange place that comes with strange powers. Their job is to protect all of humanity, but will one go bad in the p...
