in Texas
December 2nd, 2001
JOrdan didn't stop running though. She ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore. Where was she? She couldn't remember anything being like this before. She couldn't really remember anything specific but, she knew people weren't supposed to act like that. They were different, that's all she knew. Jordan couldn't see much. The landscape was just dead, brown grass, some more cities nearby and something way off in the distance that didn't look like a city or a forest, it just looked like brown lumps with smoke coming from them. As JOrdan walked closer, she could see it was a village with grass and mud huts. As she entered it, she saw dirty ragid people. They didn't look very civilized. They were wearing bits of modern clothes like suits. Jordan walked through the village looking for someone to ask about the city and what happened. The street was dusty and the people all stared at her. Children playing what looked like kickball stopped to watch ehr pass. Jordan walked until she found what appeared to be a church. It was th elargest building so it was probably where a goverment of some sort might be. She walked inside to find the interrior looked like they had taken pieces of churches and put them together with mud. Bits of stainglass windows hung crooked on the walls and a huge rough cross stood right in the center. Wooden benches constructed of old boards were set up in rows and a pullpet with a golden cross stuck to the front of it. It had an eerie feeling to it. It echoed the old world, the way things were from JOrdan's memory. There was a man, a very old man, sitting in the front row. He turned when Jordan entered.
"What are you doing here child?" he said in a low raspy voice.
"I...i can't remember, anything. I need to find some stuff out." JOrdan tried to explain. I t wasn't an everyday question. He stood up and looked at Jordan searchingly. Then his eyes lit up.
"What is it you wish to learn?" he said walking up to Jordan.
"Well, i want to know what happened. Why is everything different?" Jordan asked.
"Ah, your first question i do not remember the answer to. Every since i could remember we've lived here and they there. All i know is it was Lord Cairema was the one who brought about the conform. We are the desendants of the ones who left, who escaped to save our memories, our families, our love and hate. They left to save our lives. We know we live in unmodernized ways doesn't out weigh the fact we can still love and feel and live. Is there anything else you would like to know?" the way he stared was piercing.
"Yes, do you have any idea why i'm here?" Jordan asked.
"I believe i do. The Records tell us of Seven children from around the world. They won't remember where they're from or who they are but, they will find each other and together save the world. I believe you are destined for this and we were told we would help one of these percious seven on their journey and finally you have come." the way he spoke, slowly clearly and never breaking that piercing stare, made Jordan believe him. There was no doubt in her mind. This was true, there was no reason to believe him but, she did.
"What do i have to do?" Jordan said staring straight back into his deep blue eyes. He smiled.
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