Stained Through

None, short for no one, as in no one will find me, esecaly after an explosion that has wiped my memory of my past and more or less lickly, my whole family. None will want me or need me intill Arrow, told me that I am some sort of profit that suposed to save the gifted children before we all turn into toys, including me! also No one will see me save the world other than the world itself and i was suposed to be the No one that saves the world.

A/N The next book is called Kept Cleen i hope you enjoy both of them and feel free to comment.
and thank you to C.H. Nightshade for the cover.
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5. section 5

 I awoke with a start. I felt awake and alert, wondering who that man of warning was and who were my parents? I came out of bead, my legs being a lot studier then the rubberiest ones I had ever had to run on yesterday. I came to my door to see if my lock was still activated and it wasn't. On my way back I noticed the small band aid on my arm but the bruises and cuts were virtually gone to where I knew the liquid in my IV bag, backta, a liquid that heals anything that it is injected into unfortunately it can't help memory loss.  I opened the door, "nothing good." I whispered to myself as I slipped through a small sliver of the archway that I had made with the door. The hallway walls looked a lot brighter than yesterday there were happy voices that was coming from down the hall I looked inside the info room and my mess had been cleaned up and back into their folders.

I looked at the organization of the folders nice neat rows, stacks, and places and I had found my past among them but now it doesn't faze me as I wondered  though the forever names. Knowing the carelessness of the government to say that every child has to get a Mac but government kids have a choice to get theirs or not.  I still feel like a small child being in line for execution down the halls might be my death.  I reminded myself to stay calm as I striped myself from the room and went to where the laughter was.

A small panel of double doors mumbled lather and secretes within I opened the doors to see a miniaturized playground with Arrow sitting alone on the swing set looking straight at me.  I watched her run from the swing set and wrapped her arms around me.

 "I am so glad you're here, come there are people that you need to meet.” Arrow chimed as she separated us and then grabbed my hand and lead me to a group of kids. "Hi, everyone she's here the one I predicted." Arrow happily wailed as she swung me around.

 Five kids were huddled around Arrow as one stood up and came to me. His hair was blond and the body built to work out for long hours and clearly a year or two  older than me.

 "Hello chosen," he said as he bowed and kissed my hand. I calmly smiled. "The names Steal." he said as he showed me his Macs. A bright yellow bands covered his right arm as a child had its head in its arms as a sun it set behind it on the back of his hand while his left had a dark blue cloud and a moon that had clouds that lined up like  thought bubbles. “The gift of stealing dreams and leaving nightmares." He said as I noticed a small child huddling in a corner of the group clearly saying something to someone and a small squeaky voice answering her back. I figured out that it was a talking toy.

 I glanced over her shoulder a small teddy bear was trying to crawl out of her lap but she grabbed it and placed it back inside her lap. A true living toy, a gifted. I smiled at her as she looked my way but she quickly retracted and hushed her teddy and snapped at it and stuffed it inside her shirt pocket.

 "It's ok I won't tell. “I whispered as she turned around and took her teddy in her arms it squealed and walked from her arm to her palm like a balancing act. "To tight, Ti." it squealed.

 "Sorry Snow I got stunned." Ti said. Then Steal whispered something in her ear and she kneeled at my feet clearly she knows. "Snow it is the prophecy, show respect." Ti whispered but the small teddy didn't seem impressed. But then I noticed that she didn't have any Macs.

 "How does she have a gift and not have any Marcs?" I wondered as I studied the pale white arms of the small girl. She must have been at least six, way too young to get a Mac but then she is here so she has to get it. She stood up and walked over to her corner again saying "Please, excuse me."

I turned to Arrow. "Why are they calling me a chosen?"  I asked. Arrow looked shocked for a moment but then her face settled. "An old Arrovin tale that is when someone gets a special Marc he or she will go and save old toys from the land of little and bring them back to give to anew way and the cycle of the Mac shall end for a long time since then, time will stop. And old becomes young and live forever in land of little’s, where the lost will be found and the found will find the median. That is what the profit sound do. Plus all macs should vanish, which means this time, the time of holding is over." Arrow explained, some in her Arrovin tongue.

 I understood what she meant by the time of holding. When the first people came over the Arrovin's made them a deal to get and forgo the celebration of the  Marcs and all did and got Macs on their arms but when they saw that they could get gifts, it started the downward spiral of collecting the gifted and either killing them or using them for their own purposes. The Arrovin's meant Marcs to mean to belong to the tribe and there gods if the person didn't want it that was fine, but you still had at least forgone the celebration of the meaning of a Mac.  That part was the main piece of the Mac. Now, it is what you will call Russian roulette, with the government and when they have a gifted, they end up like us.

 "The time to move fast is over None, I know it. It is time to stop and get the young free just like the gods bounded the first non-believer." Arrow exclaimed.  I just nodded in agreement. Then they were silent. I just quietly walked over to the other side of the room. I knew the legend was a true Arrovin legend but me, I wasn't so sure. I gees if I am a prophet then I have to wait in a few days.

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