Origin of the Arcs by Ghost Wolf, Based off: Eternal Conflict, By: ZNathan Animations (top 100 books of all time checklist txt) 📕

nightmare maybe its... the girl spins around and ducks as a dagger zips above her head. She dives behind a tree as a voice starts to laugh hysterically. It sounded like stone scraping against stone. The girls breathe started coming in as choking gasps. Her heart started to pound in her head. She closes her eyes. She opens them to look at a pair of blades in her hands. She clenches her fist and spins out of her crouche behind the tree. The laughing came again echoing around the empty air. The sound of air being cut by a dagger came from behind her. She pivoted on her right foot the blade passing through empty air. From the center of her eyes silver spreaded over the liquid brown. The fog disapated and the sky appeared above her. In front of her was nothing. Nothing. Then somthing slices through her back she could feel the cold metal. Everything goes red. 

 I jolt awake, my heart pounding, and I'm breathing hard. Sitting up in my bed shaking, I take a deep breath trying to calm myself. My tank top is drenched in sweat, my comforter is half on the bed and half on the floor while my bed sheets are soaked with sweat. Closing my eyes trying to calm myself still, the fan above me keeps the air cool, and a continuous rthymes sound. Finally calm again I turn over to my nightstand and grab my phone pulling the charging cord away and checked the time. 5:30 am. Won't have to leave for another half hour. Rubbing my temples trying to push the nightmare out. Rolling out of bed I quickly pull the bed sheets and comforter off the bed and drag them downstairs to the laundry room. Putting them in the wash I run upstairs quietly trying to stay quiet to keep from waking my little sister and father. Grabbing a pair of jeans, a clean white tank top, black long sleeve shirt, and black leather boots with grey laces. 
 Out of the shower and dressed I check the time again, 5:40am. Quickly grabbing my homework off the oak desk by the window, grabbing my history book and tool bag. Ready for school I quickly make sure everything is ready before making Tess my younger sister, lunch. Then going upstairs again and straight into her room I grab out an outfit for her quietly with no light. Behind me the shuffle of a blanket makes me turn around. Tesses hair is long and almost a blonde, her sweet little face with the many freckles that dot her nose and cheeks. 

"You already picked out an outfit yesterday," Tess says quietly stumbling over her gazillion and a half stuffed animals tiredly rubbing her eyes. 

"Did I?" I ask pulling her into an imbrace. She nods her head before pulling away and grabs the stack of cloths I had indeed picked out the other day. I pat her head and help her get dressed. 

"Is your backpack ready?" I ask grabbing her small hand and walking her downstairs. Tess is sweet but very quiet and keeps to herself. I worry constantly if she's ok or if she's making friends at school. Once we are both ready for school I grab my car keys from the hook by the garage door and buckle Tess in her car seat and but my backpack in the front passenger seat. I open the garage door and start the car. On the road I look back at Tess through the mirror. Thoughts of the Arcs make me feel sick. What will happen? The bad guys are here but why? What do they want? They obviously need something but what... or who? I'm still wondering what to do if chaos erupts. As I pull up to the elementary school I smile at her through the mirror. 

"Have a good day kiddo. I'll see you after school ok?" She unbuckles and gets out grabbing her bag. 

"I will thanks Sparrow," she says and comes around the other side of the car and I get out. She hugs my legs and then runs up the steps of the school and walks into the school. I smile and hop back into the car. 
 I pull up to the gate and run my school ID through a scanner, and pull through the gate parking as close as I can to the high school. The buses are unloading there passengers as I walk from the parking lot to the front doors. That's when I notice one of the kids that had got off one of the buses was staring at me. I stopped in my tracks and inhale sharply. She has purple hair and on her left wrist is a purple Arc. I curse inwardly and turn around. I start to run for the side gates to get inside. I look over my shoulder and the boy Nathan from yesterday is standing next to her. Both seem to realize I was still heading inside so they go to the front doors. Hopping over the gate by the Ag building (I'm not allowed to do that but today warrants it) I pull my phone out and quickly text Brandon our code word for meet up (okay). I know kinda lame but because it's spelled out it also means "we have a problem" if there isn't a problem and we're just responding to each other's message it's spelled "ok" instead. My phone buzzes and I look down while walking through the back door and step through the door near the POE room. He sends me "ik". We're in trouble. By the way the purple hair girl had looked at me and the others... well they knew what we have. Brandon and I are very carful about exposing the Arcs on our wrists. We both usually always were a long sleeve shirt or a jacket. So how they knew is anyone's guess. 

"Hey," I jump in suprise as the red hair boy with the red Arc seems to appear in front of me. 

"Um, hi?" I'm carful to keep my composure and my suspicions be given away. 

"Do I know you?" He looks at me with a grin before snatching at my wrist. I'm not able to react fast enough and my arm is twisted behind my back. I let out a cry of pain and my arm starts to feel as if it's been pulled out of its socket. I'm forced to the ground my arm still behind me. My vision starts to blur as red hot pain spreads through my head. 

"Such a powerful Arc given to a weak little girl!" He sneered. 

"Don't hurt her to much wouldn't want to get in trouble," a females voice reply's her response lathered in sarcasm. I'm trying desperately to find a way out of my predicament but the only thing I could possibly think of filled me with dread. I decide. My Arc glows a dark glow as I prepare to transform when I hear a gasp and a grunt. My arm is released and I fall to the floor. 

"Agh, GET..." I hear the red head yell before the sound of someone punch him hard in the face tells me someone came to my rescue.

"You ok?" Not Brandon's voice. I feel a hand grab my good shoulder then another wraps around my waist picking me off the floor. 

"Come on let's get her out of here," I'm on my feet again. I spin around and find the purple Arc girl and the green Arc boy standing there. Nathan opens his mouth to speak but then a grey haze blurs my vision. Nathan and his friends face turns to a grimace as they start to turn to face the red head and the cross hare girl. They don't get far turned around before they're frozen. As I realize in a split second what had happened I transform. I've chosen to reveal my abilities but I know what she's doing. I'm frozen in the air my little fly wings stuck in time. Time of course and the the cross hare in her eye. She must be able to freeze time. Time seemed to start moving again. Only for a small amount of time. Both the red head and cross hare (that's what I'm calling them) seemed suprised and looked around trying to find me. Nathan and his friend tackled the two of them and I transformed again. Looking around I saw no cameras and the bell had rung so no one saw what happened. I ran to my class holding my left arm. (I really think he dislocated it). Once in class my teacher was turned around so I hurriedly sat in my seat. Taylor was behind me and she tapped my left shoulder and I hissed. 

"What happened? Your never late," I pulled my phone out and texted her I had accidentally fell on my arm on the way down the stairs at home. She texted me back with an "ouch". Switching contact I texted Brandon "red arc attacked me and twisted my arm behind my back Nathan and his friend helped me out revealed somthing to do with arc grey hair girl did to big problem really bad". I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My arm was killing me and my head throbbed. My phone vibrated. "Not good you ok? What do we do? There's four of them not sure what they want but why you?" I looked at the text and asked myself the same question. Why did he attack me? Cross hare said not to hurt me to much and red head said "such a powerful Arc" 

"Sparrow! Sparrow!" I looked up in suprise. My teacher Mrs. Bailey was calling my name and the whole class was looking at me. My face must have said enough because Mrs. Bailey looked at me worried. 

"Are you ok Sparrow? Are you hurt your very unfocused today," I was in a lot of pain and I could feel my shoulder starting to swell. I nodded, in to much pain to reply with words. She wrote me a nurses note and I quickly left. I quietly walked down the hallway listening for footsteps. My phone vibrated again. "I found out what the two bad guys names are. Where are you?" I stopped and texted him "heading to nurse I think my arm is dislocated and it's swelling" he texts me back with "I'm coming". Before I continue to the nurse I text him again "what are their names?" "Vlad and Claire" "good to know" I get to the nurse and sit in one of the seats waiting for Brandon. 

"Alright kiddo what's your name?" Nurse Molly is like the sweetest person I've ever met and so gentle. 

"Sparrow Alidithe," 

"What happened to you this time Sparrow?"

"I think I dislocated my arm. I fell down my steps this morning," Molly has me go into the restroom and take my long sleeve shirt off (there is a tank top under it) and then has me sit behind a curtain (privacy). My shoulder is definitely swollen and has already turning purple and an ugly yellow. Molly puts on surgical gloves and sits down next to me and gently pushes and prods along my shoulder. Then I hear footsteps, two sets. 

"Mrs. Molly?" My heart starts to pound. It's Vlads voice. Then I hear a third pair of footsteps. 

"Hey Molly is Sparrow in here?" Brandon's voice sounds tense, Vlad and Claire are defiantly here. 

"Yeah I'm in here Brandon come over to the curtain," he quickly walks around the curtain and grimaces at the sight of my shoulder. He sits down on my other side and asks Molly if he can help. 

"Well you definitely dislocated your arm and unless Brandon knows how to put dislocated arms back into place by all means help," Brandon moves to my left side and I take a deep breath and clench my teeth as Brandon pops my arm back into place. I grit my teeth in pain before