Chosen One

I'll tell her the truth. After all, she is the Chosen One, right?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Phoenix POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The kitchen has been put back into order and has been cleaned since breakfast, so it's easy for me to find a pot and boil some water for tea.

"What if I said I didn't want tea?" Young asks as he walks through the doorway. Even he makes walking into a dingy kitchen look elegant.

"Who said it was for you?" I shoot back. His response is a glare, but by the time I give him his cup it's replaced with a worried scowl.

"If your so worried I poisoned it then I'll drink it." I say taking a big gulp of the steaming liquid. It burns my throat but reminds me of home.

"Tha- I'm not worried about that." He says taking a drink. I can tell he's trying to stall, so I shoot him a warning look. He knows what I mean, so he continues, "How did you see my tail?"

"Well, to be honest I'm not sure." I say with a sigh, "However if you could kindly tell me why you have a tail, or better yet what you are, you might get some answers." Bartering for information you don't have. Always a smart idea

My request doesn't seem to work at first. He takes a long sip of tea, refills his cup, then talks. "I'm an Archangel, of sorts. Most of us have wings, I do too, but when we are working down here they get changed to some other animal's body part. In order to not get found out we put "glamour's" on them so people can't see them. You, however, saw through my glamour. Mind telling me how?"

It takes a minute to let the information sink in. Archangels? Aren't those the people from that one old religion? I think to myself. "I- I'm not sure how I saw through your glamour thing, but I do know I am no one special so something had to be wrong with your glamour."

He looks slightly taken back by my statement but continues, "The thing is, you are someone special. I was hoping you would have figured it out by now but it seems we don't have that luxury. You, my dear, are someone very special. So special, in fact, that we call you the Chosen One." He says finishing off his second cup. His eyes have a hint of worry in them still, but mostly they show sincerity.

How... how am I so special? I sit in my seat, the tea in my cup steadily grows cold, and I stare at him hoping he'll say something like "Gotcha! Oh you should have seen your face!" He said nothing of the sort.

"Your... your kidding right?" I ask nervously.

"No, I am not." He says, filling his cup yet again. I'm starting to think tea time wasn't such a great idea.

"Well if I'm so special, how am I so special?" I ask in awe, "I mean, Out of all the people in this world who have much better skills or skill sets, why me?"

He looks at me strangely for a second then speaks, "You house the soul of a... very... important person. It was not decided that you would be the one to house them. In fact you are rather unexpected as of this point in time." He shrugs.

"Wait, explain that a bit more, please. You lost me at soul." I plead lightly. We do not talk of souls anymore. Not since the old religion died out. Of course, he also claims to be from the old religion so who knows anymore.

"Well, before this person died, they decided who would house their soul next. We are indeed immortal, but only if we resign our soul to another body. You just happened to be this person's next body. Don't worry, you are still you, all that this person gave you was their abilities. The act of choosing your next body is kept secret, you and only you know who is going to house your soul next. So, the years following this person's death us Archangels and Angels have been trying to find you for one simple reason. You have to save the world. There is a prophecy written about it too, however the prophecy claims you are to be born in years to come. " He says, finishing his lecture with a sugar cube and a sip of tea.

It takes me a moment to gather my bearings before I speak again. Chosen One? Abilities? Save the WORLD?! It was a bit much for me to handle, and soon I started hyperventilating and getting light headed.

"Whoa, whoa calm down." Young chides me. it's funny how this started off as me holding all the cards, and now he's the one pulling the strings.

"You mean to tell me that I have a PROPHECY to live up to and fulfill?!" I yell at his face

"Shhh shhh we can't have others hearing, but yes. And... I'll be there to help you." He says rather shyly.

"Wait your in it too?" That would explain why he's here, but how did he know I would be here if I'm not even supposed to be alive yet?

"Um, yes. I'm supposed to teach you and support you in your battles. However I will help you in any way necessary. " He says, setting me gently on the counter. I hadn't noticed he picked me up until just now. I wonder what he's doing till I feel him press a cool cloth against my forehead.

"Well, at least you know what your doing." I reply sarcastically.

"Actually... I don't. But I will soon. No need to worry." He says wetting the cloth again.

"Worry? Who, me? Never." This time, it's more of a promise to myself than sarcasm.

"Well, now that your calm, go get some rest. Training starts at 7:30 am Tomorrow." he says, setting down the cloth. He wipes his hands off on his outfit, like he's trying to get rid of what he just told me.

"Wait, I thought training started in a few days?" I ask rather confused.

"For the classes, yes. For you, however, we are going to start tomorrow so we can test your abilities." And with that he leaves. He leaves through the back door, so I'm assuming he doesn't stay in the hotel.

I jump off the counter and stumble my way up the stairs and back to my room, still a little light headed. My room is dark again, and I fumble around until I find the light switch and my small room illuminates with light. Just as Young said, my closet is packed with red and black clothes. Sweats, shorts, tee's, and sweaters line the racks while red and black tennis shoes and black uniform shoes are stacked in a corner. Only after I saw the uniform shoes did I see a bag in the back, and upon unzipping it did I find a patrol uniform in it.

I slip a pair of sweats and a tee from the racks and head to my bathroom so I can take a shower. Before I can fully register it I notice that the tub has shampoo and a bar of soap on it, and the mirror has a note telling me when the supplies is restocked. I undress and wait for my water to warm up, and while it does I find myself remembering last night's events. The fire, the plane ride, all without order or importance at this moment. Right now the only thing important right now is the future.

Will I fulfill the prophecy, or will I die along the way? What am I talking about, I don't even know what the prophecy is!

I step out of the shower and wring my hair out, slip into my clothes and walk back to my room. Just as I sit down a knock comes from the door. I groan before lifting myself back up and answering the door.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Hi, I'm a member of your class. My name is Maria Reed, age 15, and I was wondering if I could take private lessons with you!" She says with a bright grin on her face. She has unruly red hair, to match her surname, and light freckles across her nose. She wears her hair back in a tight pony-tale that bounces with each step. She's not real tall, nor does she look athletic in any sense of the word. She's twig thin, and seems out of breath after climbing the stairs.

"Sorry Maria, but even I don't know what we're doing here. So no, I will not be doing private lessons. so, if you would please, go back to your room." I say and lose the door between us. I can hear her protests in the hallway, but soon they die down and I hear her walk away. I switch off the light and stumble to my bed.

Finally, I say to myself, A nice long sleep and some alone time.