Welled up

I: Sebastian

I knew something was wrong before I even opened my eyes.

First off, I couldn't hear the reassuring snores of my infant sister, secondly, my bed felt like it was a pile of rocks rather than my usual soft memory foam bed. That's because it wasn't my bed and it was a pile of rocks. Once I did open his eyes I was met with a sight so strange and so terrifying that I immediately knew what was happening. The Woodland Council had called upon me once again but this time, I wasn't alone. Standing in front of me was a fourteen-year-old girl who I had never met before. I was certain because she had an appearance and a personality that was not easy to forget. Right off the bat I spotted her black hair with vibrant electric blue streaks- as I said before not easy to forget-, her emerald green eyes and a fashion sense that had the aesthetic of a modern goth, therefore consisting of tight leather jeans with rips lined with material the same colour as her hair, a black baggy crop top, a black homburg hat and black high-heeled sandals. Her personality was the most memorable thing about her though because she stood there swearing at the Woodland Council, using words I'd never even heard of before. The Woodland Council for those who are wondering is a group of five mythological creatures who swore (though not using the words the girl was) an oath to protect humanity from itself. Meaning to stop the greenhouse effect, pollution and so fourth. I looked around the room and saw that it was the obvious place to tell a select group of people to troupe into almost certain death. Cross out the almost for my old friends.That was four years ago and i still felt the same fresh sorrow i had when they had died. The place was just as it had been that time, a ledge that hung over an activated volcano. The number of times i had been here you would expect i had pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis but i didn't surprisingly enough. I got up and walked over to the girl, who was still cursing at the Woodland Council, and said, "Why are we here and why did you choose both of us?" I said it with respect yet it was clear i wanted answers. "All will be explained when turkey over there summons the final member," he pointed over to another member of the council when he said turkey and it was clear the guy was exhausted from summoning us as he was panting heavily and his face was bright red with the effort of summoning the other one. "Allow me," the girl said and she clapped her hands together. When she let her hands separate a guy with gorgeous, shiny black hair, icy blue eyes that seemed to stare right into my soul and chocolate skin. The new guy raised his eyebrow when he saw us and then looked at me and said, "Can i help you?" i realised too late that i had been staring at him and said very stupidly, "Yeah usually my team aren't as normal as you." Your one chance wasted, idiot! I scolded myself in my head. Luckily the guy laughed and said, "What are your team members usually like. It's Spite by the way, call me Spite." I mentally did a backflip and then the girl butted in.

"Well my name's Francese and I'll have you know that this is my team. Therefore meaning i'm the leader and as the leader i tell you both to shut it." I scowled at her and said,

"I have had more quests than both of you put together and my name's Sebastian but call me Seb." Francese laughed but was quickly intercepted by Spite who said,

"Doesn't Francese mean French in Italian?"

"How do you know that?" Francese asked.

"Italian right here." We stared at him astonishment then i asked,

"You don't have the slightest bit of an accent because, incase you didn't know, your voice is pretty deep for an Italian." He laughed at this and answered,

"I'm half italian from my Mum."

"Whatever, no one cares. Counselors why are here?" Francese asked.

"You three have been selected to stop this big ship that has a total of 65 barrels of oil intended to dump in the Red Sea, your job is to stop them."