An Unknown
Land
-Chapter Two-
"Nothing's
changed," Abrianna sighed to herself. She would
stay the night here, and then she would start to move.
Loyalty was limited, and Abrianna had known for a while that
she was thelemic. Her trinket, a metal charm, hung
loosely around her neck. A woman's form was twisted
and stretched. In the moments of her ceremony before
the had to announce to the whole town what her career was,
she stared at her trinket for a few minutes; hoping to
understand. Luckily, there was a line of new adults in
front of her. She knew about Thelemics, she knew she
had to lie. "The voice told me my future,"
she droned as she was taught, "I am to be a dancer.
My trinket represents my flexibility, grace, and
passion. This will be my bright Briatus
future."
Abrianna ran her hand over the metal figure as she walked
through her old rooms. Her parents were killed by a
Thelemic. It drove people mad to be alone. To be
the only one who didnt know what they were meant to do in
life. To be secluded from a community. Abrianna
undestood that pain. Abrianna was seven when her
parents were murdered; Caleb was only four. The two
couldn't afford a house, so they moved into the
apartment. Caleb would not remember the house. He
would not remember his parents. He would only remember
that a Thelemic was the reason he was an orphan.
A pounding on the door interrupted Abrianna's memories.
The pounding of her heartbeat mixed into the sound
while she crept to the window. She saw a mop of brown
curls and then her heart calmed down. It wasn't
Caleb's blonde hair. Caleb was back in the crowd.
Abrianna gently opened the door.
"Can I help you?" She tried her best to not
look as thought she was going to throw up from fear.
"You're Thelemic, right?" The brunette strode
into the room and closed the door. He checked the
windows before closing their blinds and ran through the house
to make sure no one else was home.
Abrianna didn't know how to react, but when he finally
camed back into the room, she was well enough composed to
repsond.
"That's rediculous. They were killed off years
ago!" She played with her hair as if to seem
casual.
"Come off it, you ran out of the town sqaure. You know
just as well as I do that Thelemics aren't a genetic
group. We don't know how we're
chosen!"
"...We?"
"Yeah, I'm Thelemic. Now fess up, I know you
are!"
"How do I know you aren't just rying to buddy me up
and then run to Council?" Abrianna moved closer to
her bag where she knew her knife was hiding.
"Why would I do that? We need you for the
group!" The brunette shook his head.
"What group? Who are you?"
"Lucas. And the concilliabule." We
don't have time. You need to come with me.
And you need to put the knife down!" Lucas
held his hands up and backed up from Abrianna.
"Why should I trust you?!"
"You shouldn't, but you don't have time!
Come on, Red. We have to go to the hideout.
Someone will find you here!"
"I can't just leave here with soem
stranger!"
"Thelemics have a connection. You wouldn't
know, cause you never tried to tune into it!"
Lucas groaned.
"What? You're saying you hear voices?"
Abrianna flashed her knife again.
"Fine. I'll show you." Lucas moved
towards Abrianna, and she slashed his arm. A deep gash
formed.
"DEAR GOD PUT THE KNIFE DOWN. I just want to show
you!" And with that, Lucas grabbed Abrianna and
put his finers on her temples. Suddenly she could see a
group of people in a room; laughing. One of them seemed
to look right at Abrianna.
"Come on, Red. We all know you're Thelemic.
We're all Thelemic here!" The blonde
girl laughed. "Lucas, just grab her. We
don't have time to prove ourselves."
"Gladly," Lucas muttered. With that, he
picked up Abrianna and threw her over his shoulder.
Kicking him in the back, she sturggled against him.
Lucas grabbed her bag and headed out the
door.