The War of Four Worlds

"I race through the woods, dodging trees and leaping over boulders, careful not to slip on the thin layer of frost on the ground. I routinely glance over my shoulder, seeing the pack of wolves quickly gaining on me.
I come to a halt when I reach a drop-off. Very long way down, and the cliff is vertical, no way to slide anyways. I hear the panting and paws crunching snow, so I'll try something new."

Read it to figure out what this is about! Hint: it gets very science fictioney (that's not a word) and there's plenty of blood and stuff so be warned.

Also, watch the 'trailer' (it's just a song, actually, but if you like rock music you should listen to it).


6. Chapter 6

I start flying back to Earth, but I randomly fall from about twenty feet. I tumble through the sand and scrape my arm on a rock.

"Stupid drugs," I mutter, and brush myself off. I decide to wait for the lingering effects to wear off before I try to fly back.

I make camp under a little overhang in the downhill slope of sand. It looks like it might collapse any minute, but it provides protection from the three brutal suns. I sit under it and wait.

After a little bit I start to yawn. I didn't sleep well last night. Was it last night? Probably . . . except battles like these don't just last several hours. They usually last several days. I frown. Clean-up ships don't come out 'til at least a day after fighting has died out.

really hate Zane.

I decide I will be fine flying now, and take off for Earth.


I go first to my house, where Jonah is pacing the living room. I walk in and smile at him. Jonah's sharp blue eyes softened in relief. I think about hugging him, but it isn't exactly a joyful occasion.

"You were gone almost a week," he says. "What happened?"

"I . . . I'm not really sure. But I know Zane drugged me and kept me captive. For a week, apparently. I don't remember much of it."

"Earth lost without their leader."

"I know." There's a long silence.

"You should let the people of Earth know you're alive and well." I nod and go to see the presidents. When I look back I see that Jonah is watching me leave.

I turn away before glancing at what he was staring at:

There is a long scrape on my forearm.

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