Rebekah: Just Because I Couldn't Help It:

Chapter 1: Roxana

            “Roxana…Roxana…great things are destined to come to you… just believe,” someone whispered to me.  I jerked my head to the voice, only looking at a bare white wall. Looking around, I realized I was surrounded by the walls. There was no light, yet it wasn’t dark either. There were no doors, or windows. I was trapped. “Roxana, you need to believe in yourself. Taylor Magi needs you.”

                “I have no idea where she is! Besides, Taylor wouldn’t accept me!” I shouted. “She’s the almighty MCL.” I had no idea what I was even talking about. I had no idea who this Taylor even was.

                “She doesn’t know…the prophecy Roxana.” the voice got fainter, and dark shadows began to cloud around me.

                “I can’t be the one in the prophecy!” I shouted. I still was confused. I only knew the first half of the prophecy, not the other part, probably what the strange voice was talking about.

                “You and your f…”The voice drifted off and the clouds continued to fold around me. I gasp and tried to push back them, but something, like a hand, shoved me to the floor, or what I thought was a floor. It disappeared and I tumbled into the darkness. I tried to scream, but my voice was caught in my throat.

                I suddenly landed hard into a cave. I pushed myself up and shook my head several times, trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly, I felt extremely cold and couldn’t support myself anymore, ending up face planting into the ground. I managed to lift my head up a little and looked to the side. A face, extremely close to my face, made of fire and shadow with black, unfocused eyes, stared at me. I screamed, unable to move. There was a loud cackle from the stranger, and a murderous voice said, “Well, well, well. It’s Roxana! The poor little girl who had to deal with me! Let’s see…” A cold hand ran down my back, and then stopped at my right wrist where my magic mark was. “A fire type? Too bad.” There was another bone chilling laugh and pain shot through my body.

                Gasping, I realized it was just a dream, a dream I had had for the past week. 10:19 pm. My alarm clock perched on my crowded, wooden dresser read in bright blue numbers. I must have slept in. A smell of blueberry pancakes and bacon filled the air. Sitting up, I found myself staring at my bad case of bed head in my mirror. I grabbed my mini turquoise brush and began to madly swipe at the tangles in my hair.