I leaned against the fence that separated me from the baseball field and watched as two teams playing against each other.
A boy, around the age of eighteen, walked towards the batter's square. His bat was swung over his shoulders as he looked for someone, someone that wasn't me. A smile appeared on his lips as he made eye contact with his girlfriend, a female that was the age of us and looked rather bored.
Jealousy twinged my gut as I saw a small thing past between the couple. I couldn't help it, because I was in love with this guy. However, he didn't love me back, the way that I loved him. I shook my head and huffed before looking towards the field to see that the pitcher was ready.
"Turn back to the field, Damion," I whispered, gripping at the wire mesh. I gripped the mesh tighter and closed my eyes, grimacing as I saw what was to come, maybe a second, a minute, or more. All I knew that it was going to happen, but I didn't know when.
The pitcher threw the ball at Damion. Damion was watching it, concentration written on his face. A few seconds had passed, and there was this blinding light, blinding him. However, he still swung the bat, even though it wasn't time.
The ball hit him in the gut, and the bat hit him in the back of the head. The helmet didn't do anything to stop the damage from being hit. There were two cracking sounds as he fell to the ground, hurt and unconscious.
Screaming and audible gasps filled the stands as their prized player was hurt and taken to the hospital. Cries could be heard around the stand because they didn't know what would happen to him. They didn't know if he would survive or not, and that was what scared me.
***
I opened my eyes and started to shake as if I was cold. My breaths were coming in short gasps as I tried to get over the shock of being pulled into a... nightmare, even though I was still awake. I walked, unsteadily, to where I had been sitting and sat down, placing my feet on the bench in front of me. I took a couple of breaths, trying to stop myself from shaking and calm my racing heart.
"You can't change what's going to happen," a female said to my right. "You already know that."
I was about to reply but didn't when I turned to look at her.
She was around my age, maybe, but was very, very pale and skinny. She had pale, blue eyes that seemed to look as if she was blind. She had a head full of thick, wavy, blonde hair that almost looked like it was bleached. However, in the sunlight, it glowed a golden color. Honestly, she looked like a porcelain doll to me, and I wonder how she wasn't broken yet.
"Uh..." I got out.
She frowned a little, and her light, blonde eyebrows seemed to knit together. "Don't tell me that you think you could change it." Her voice was soft and light, like music or a child sighing as they fell asleep. However, this was a stern part that made me want to wince and submit as if she was my Elder.
"Ummm... it's not that I can stop what's going to happen. I've seen more of the future with pain," I mumbled, looking at the field. I wanted to do something about it. However, I knew that I couldn't. All I could do was bring relief to them after they had received what had happened. That was why I wanted to become a doctor. I was able to feel their pain and would be able to help out.
She grabbed my face and turned it so that I was looking at her. She held on tighter when I jerked back, clearly not caring that I didn't want to be touched. She turned my face to the sun and looked at my left eye, even though I didn't know why. There was nothing important there. "Hmmm, the Moon's more prominent, right now, than it was a few years ago."
I jerked my head away a second time, and she let go, letting me have my head. "So, I don't know who the hell you are, so just... get the hell away from me, please." I moved a little bit to put a bit of space between us; however, she just moved closer.
The girl bowed her head... in respect?
"As you wish, prințesă (princess)," she said. "However, I want to offer you a gift." She reached in her purse and took out a feather. "Keep this with you, always," she said, handing it to me. A smile appeared on her face, and I could tell that she was proud to give me... this feather.
I took the feather that she had offered me and looked at it, confused. Why did I have to keep this thing on me? And why did she give me the feather? I mean, it didn't look anything special. To me, it looked like a normal ass feather that someone could pick up off the ground.
The feather was long and thin, like those of a hawk or a falcon. It was brown, with white spots. It felt a little bit heavier than a bird, so I knew it wasn't a bird. There was something about the feather that made me think that it was magical. However, magic didn't exist... right?
"Why do I have a-" I was about to ask when I stopped. Shock ran through my body because she was not there. She had been there a second ago, but she wasn't. Instead of the girl, there was a folded up piece of paper, and surprisingly, it had my name on it.
I frowned and glanced around, hoping that the strange lady had just moved from her seat and not "disappeared" into thin air, because people couldn't do that... right? That's creepy, I thought, picking up the paper and starting to read what it had said.
Prințesă (Princess),
I know that you won't understand what I'm saying right this minute, but believe me when I say you will. In time, you will understand who you are and what you mean to me and the rest of our people.
There is danger in knowledge, but for you, my dear prințesă (princess), there is also danger without knowledge. This knowledge has to deal with who you are and of your past, and I wish I could tell you, but I can't.
You are powerful, more powerful than any other Războinici de lună (Moon Warriors), and with that power comes many more enemies than others had to face. These enemies are far more dangerous than any other Războinici de lună had had to face, even in the beginning, when our race was created.
Fear the dark and those that reside in them. Those who walk amongst the shadows are not your friends but your enemies.
Keep the feather on you, and keep it safe. When the time is right, you will use it to call upon one of your greatest companions. Do not use it beforehand, for it will not come, and you will lose one of your most valuable weapons.
There is not enough time, Prințesă, because the Moon is almost bright, and you have a lot to learn. However, you have so little time to learn it, and I pray that you will be all right.
We will meet again, but for now, heed my warnings and remember to always trust your instincts, and let them guide your path. They know best.
One more thing, rip up the paper into small bits and toss it to the wind. That way, no one will ever be able to read this ever again.
La revedere si noroc. (Goodbye and good luck.)
Să luna a vă ghida prin calatoria voastra (Let the Moon guide you through your journey.)
Sincerely,
a friend.
I reread it a couple of times, making sure that I could remember it without rereading it. I couldn't help but frown a little when I saw the word Prințesă, for that was the Romanian word for princess, and I was not a princess. I was just merely a common girl that loved a boy that would not love me.
I tore up the paper, angry at what I had just read, and threw it into the wind. The wind took the paper, and it disappeared while I stuffed the feather into my pocket.
I couldn't help but look around me, my whole body tense as I made sure that no one had seen that strange interaction. I knew that they would label me farther as a witch or someone that did magic because no one could believe that an eighteen-year-old could help save so many lives.
Thankfully, no one had been paying much attention to me and was focusing on the baseball game that was happening. Cheers rang through the crowded area as people cheered for their favorite player or their favorite team.
I sighed and leaned back in my seat, wanting to relax and enjoy the baseball game that was going on. However, that wasn't possible because I kept squirming around in my seat. I was so restless because I couldn't stop the pain he would be in, even though I wanted to. I didn't want him to get hurt.
"Hey!" someone said from behind me. There was a squeal in their voice, and I could tell that it was a female.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, knowing that the person was talking to me.