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  The Cithian Chronicles, Book 1:

  For Jeff Westcoat, a true friend when I needed it the most.

  Prologue

  A unique people live among the people of Siraka. They are called Cithians. These Cithians have the power to shoot beams of any color out of their hands. These beams destroy everything that comes in contact with them. They also possess people and make people become evil by entering into their conscious mind and making them think that all good things come from bad decisions. They can turn you into a mythical creature once you master them enough. They were founded during the fall of Rome on a planet called Earth, or what they believe to be called Cither. They were founded upon the saying that all men are created equal.

  They didn’t always have powers.

  Long ago, in the spring of 1442, a war was brewing between the humans, and the people of my home planet, Hiton. Several people were already dead. The only chance for humanity to survive was in the hands of Adagar Markson; a man who was a warlock. (Warlocks are the only people who can transfer powers from one person to another. They can also make things out of their powers. ) He mixed light, bars of steel, water and, Fire together to make a potion. A potion that could save humanity.

  When Adagar touched it, light streamed out of his hands. He thought: Yes! This could save humanity! He gives the potion in the form of two big metal bracelets also known as power rings to Kodyack Blues. Kodyack asks what they do and Adagar says:

  ”It gives people the power to heal their own wounds by taking energy out of them. But, only one warrior will be able to heal other people with this power. His name will be The Healing Warrior. The healing warrior’s powers will be able to save you from death. I’ll call these powers: Warrior Powers because they can also turn you into a warrior form.”

  ***

  But there was another who sought to destroy the good-sided people of Cither. His name was Gadrid Markson. He created a potion by mixing lightning, Darkness and fire. When he drank it, he could shoot beams of Darkness out of his hands.

  ***

  The Cithians liked to infiltrate the ranks. They often felt out of place with the world. Plus, they weren’t happy about being arranged in ranks. They felt that everyone should be equal.

  So, The President, Brian Henderson outlawed them. He sent a group of government operatives called Strikers to kill all the Cithians. Another reason the outlawing was made was because people got jealous. They thought that having powers gave the Cithians freedom and they wanted that freedom.

  The Strikers tried their best to kill every Cithian. Entire cities were shut down. Houses were searched for what seemed like instant terrorists.

  My dad says that the Cithians are still here for only one reason: The Sayis’. Just when everyone thought the Cithians were doomed these Sayis’ stepped in and saved them by stopping the search for all Cithians. They did this by erasing the existence of Cithians from the Strikers’ minds. But, The Sayis’ said that this won’t stop them. They said that if another Cithian attack happens, the Strikers’ memories will be returned to them.

  Chapter 1 Becoming Hunted

  Skyscrapers and flying cars crashed into each other as they fell to the ground.

  Rockets exploded as they burst into buildings. A black portal opened as a man with a blue face emerged. It disappeared. Beams of darkness shot out of his hands as he rose into the air.

  The beams hit the windows as they shattered. The skyscraper belong to the Gapers- A huge software company. People inside the building screamed as it toppled over.

  Kandriths fell to the ground, chanting: “Praise, Rakif! Praise, Rakif!”

  These Kandriths worship Satan day in and day out and they call him Rakif.

  Rangrates helped people out from under the rubble. They wore loose clothing. Ganthiras stepped on top of people and pushed them to the side to get to safety. They vote for the people in power.

  Another Cithian rose into the air. Beams of Darkness hit straight into five buildings. We all screamed.

  The buildings are all around us were in rubble so we had no choice but to hide out in the sewers. The light flickered on as we climbed down the ladder. The sewers smelt like poopy mold.

  I saw a door about a foot or two away. It had cobwebs all over it.

  The stomping of footsteps came from above us. We all ran to the door. I closed it behind us.

  Jaren came up to me.

  “The Rangrates are to blame for this. They should pay!”

  “What are you talking about? They helped people out from the rubble.” I said.

  “If rangrates would just mind their own business instead of helping people then Siraka would be a better place to live.” Jaren said.

  “You’re wrong! The human race survives in these tragedies only if its helped.” A woman said.

  She had bright white hair; She looked to be in her 20s. She wore a gray shirt and blue jeans. Her face was milky white. Her eyes were a dull hazelnut.

  A man stood up.

  “Kaylee’s right. If anything, Ganthiras are the ones to blame.” he said.

  He was bald except for gray hair on both sides of his head. His face was pasty white. His eyes were emerald green.

  He wore a light blue vest with no shirt underneath and black jeans.

  Small white orbs went around my hands. They went into my hands; beams of light shot of my hands at Jaren; throwing him against the wall.

  ***

  Two people in white uniforms ran towards me. I ran away. They still chased after me. I ran faster.

  I just reawakened the Strikers memories by showing my powers to world. They must be after me. I don’t know if I’ll live or die.

  We came to an intersection. I went left. The people in white uniforms went right. I tripped on a rock. They turned around and ran towards me. I got up as I ran to a fork in the path.

  I took the second path. The white uniformed people followed after me. Rocks lay on the ground all around us as I tripped again. Pushing on my hands, I got up. I booked to another fork in the path.

  The white uniformed people tackled me as they cuffed me. They threw a black disk on the ground. A indigo beam shot out of it. They dragged me into it.

  Chapter 2 Prison in the desert

  We appeared in a large field and it was full of sand. Five tents were pitched all around it. The strikers dragged me to a purple tent at the edge of the camp. I looked to the left and then to the right. Cacti was on each side of the tent.

  A white lady was standing right in front of me. Her vest glimmered with the color of water. A white shirt was under it. She wore blue jeans. She held her up dark brown. Her bangs swayed side to side as I saw her dirty brown eyes. She put down her hair.

  “Take your clothes off in the red tent. I want you to change into this.” she said. She handed a blue jumpsuit to one of the strikers. The Strikers released me.

  They followed me out of the purple tent and stood outside the red one as they gave me my jumpsuit. Blue jumpsuits were thrown all over the place. I took off my clothes and slipped into the jumpsuit. I zipped it up.

  I went out of the blue tent. It was a bright day outside- The western sun was out and the sky was blue with white clouds all over it. The Strikers cuffed me and brought me back into the purple tent. The white lady looked at me.

  “My name is Theresa Silverfield. This program is meant to teach you how to live without your powers. We are the last hope for the sanctity of human kind. Cithians are a menace to society and our mission is take every Cithian and their powers and educate every Cithian on how to live without their powers.”

  Thoughts ran through my mind. My hometown was destroyed by these Cithians! How in the freakin’ world are they saving me from anything? Is
it really possible that I could be a Cithian too? If so, what might they do to me?

  I looked at Theresa.

  “Cithians aren’t a menace! I’m a Cithian too! And, you don’t see me destroying peoples’ hometowns!”

  Theresa smiled at me.

  “That's because your powers aren't fully grown. Once they do, they'll take you over and make you mad. We can help you avoid that.” she said.

  Screams echoed through my mind. I just killed Jaren. Yes,he was my enemy. But, what’ll happen the next time I kill someone with my powers? Will they really possess me and make me go mad? Will I hurt the ones closest to me even my sister, Crystal? Or, my mom and dad?

  “Fine! I’ll let you help!” I said.

  “Good. You’ll be staying with Sedge in the green tent.” Theresa said.

  She looked at the Strikers.

  “Boys, take him to the green tent!” she said.

  The Strikers cuffed me again. They escorted me to the green tent. They released me .

  A boy came up to me. He had a blue jumpsuit on too. His pasty white face glowed. His opened his eyes. They were blue like crystals. His messy blonde hair shined in the light of day. He reached out his hand.

  “My name is Sedge Larkin.” he said. I shook his hand.

  “Name’s Skyrid Crop.”

  “It’s a good thing the strikers brought you here.”

  “No, it isn’t! Don’t you get it!?”

  “Get what, exactly? The strikers are just trying to save mankind from bad Cithians.”

  “No, they aren’t. Don’t you realize it?”

  “Realize what? That they’re going to kill me?”

  “Yes.”

  “No. I’ve been here for four years. They would’ve already done it by now.”Sedge said.

  “Ugh! Nevermind!” I said.

  A striker came towards us. It was Theresa.

  “It’s time for your surgery.” she said.

  I ran to the edge of the camp. More strikers came towards me. I hit something. The electrical surge coursed through my veins. My chest hurt as the pain moved to my legs. I fainted.

  When I awoke, I was chained to a chair.

  “Let me go!” I said. Beams of light shot out of my hands.

  Theresa appeared.

  “No!” she said.

  A man with a blue face came into the tent.

  “Let him go.” He said.

  “Why should I !?”Theresa said. She threw a beam of darkness pushed him back. He flew across the field. Theresa looked at her hands, surprised by how much power she held in her hands. I looked at her.

  “You’re one too, aren’t you?” I said.

  “Shut up, Cithian.” Theresa said.

  “I can help you. Just release me and...”

  “You’ll what? Help me? Hah. I don’t need your help.” Theresa lifted up her whistle that was tucked inside her shirt. Strikers appeared and cuffed the man as they brought him to her. She looked at the man.

  “Who are you?”

  “Furliceo Woolsley.” the man said.

  “Don’t listen to that man!”I said. “He destroyed Siraka.”

  Theresa dropped her jaw.

  “I am the Master of all Striker Masters. So, I strip you of your status as Master Striker.” she said.

  “Please just let me explain! I was possessed.” Furliceo said.

  “By whom?” Theresa said.

  “You, if I remember right. You told me to destroy Siraka.” Furliceo said.

  “You expect me to believe you?”

  “I’m bound by my word. You did possess me.” Furliceo said. Furliceo turned into a red orb. He flew above the strikers. Materializing, he landed on top of the strikers and pushed Theresa towards the tent.

  Furliceo unchained me. He looked at me. Fear ran through my mind. Furliceo is the man with a blue face? His face scares me. His voice scares me half to death. What’ll he do to me? Kill me?

  Furliceo dragged me outside. He lifted me into the air with his hands. A blue portal opened beside me; I saw it out of the corner of my left eye. I was sucked into it.

  Chapter 3 hunted by a general

  I appeared in a room. A desk was in the center with two chairs were in front of it.

  I ran to the door and pulled on the doorknob. The man looked at me. His emerald green eyes twinkled in the light of the western Sun. His gray hair look like storm clouds; a mess. His face was pasty white and covered with wrinkles. He was wearing a green collared red polo shirt and jeans.

  “Calm down!” he said.

  “No! I need to get away from the Strikers!” I said, pulling hard on the doorknob.

  “I just saved you from them.” he said.

  I paused. Can I trust him?

  “Who are you?” I said.

  “Lester Slither. We must hurry though. The strikers will be here any moment.” Lester said”Once they find out you’re here.”

  Just then I heard a voice from above us.

  “Where’s the boy, Ritter?” It said.

  “He’s here for sure, General.”Ritter’s voice said.

  Fear ran through my mind. A General was after me. How could this Lester save me? Does he know I killed a citizen? I hope not.

  ***

  “They’re here!” Lester said.

  “I know! I heard the voices.” Skyrid said.

  “How?”

  “I have two times the hearing of a normal human.”

  “But, Ritter must’ve ratted me out. So, talk in a whisper tone of voice.”

  “Who is this Ritter?” I said.

  “He’s the boss of the Striker retrieval company .” Lester said.

  I backed up for a second;messing with my hands nervously.

  “You work for the Strikers?”

  “No.”Lester said. “I work for the Sayis’.”

  Lester looked at me.

  “Take this with you.” he said.

  He handed me a pendant. It had a upside down triangle on it.

  “This is a piece of Junk!”

  I placed on the desk. Lester lifted it up into the air. He grabbed it and put it around my neck.

  “This will protect you.” he said.

  “How?”

  “It’ll prevent you from having another Malfunction.”

  “ You know?”

  “That you killed Jaren? Are you kidding? Everyone does.”

  “What do you mean?” I said.

  Lester handed me a white button.

  “Here, press it.” he said.

  I pressed it. A flat screen television emerged from the wall in front of us.

  A reporter dressed in nice clothing appeared on the screen. She held a microphone in her right hand. She had black hair and blue eyes. Her bushy eyebrows were like the quills of a phoenix. Her face was pasty white.

  “There have been reports of recent terrorist attacks. A rocket shot into the capitol building today to protest the Cithian Outlawing. All of the attackers were Kandriths. In other news, a Cithian has been discovered. He was last seen in a safe house just outside Siraka. This is him.” She said.

  I saw myself in the picture. It had the same blonde hair, green eyes. It had the same red shirt and blue jeans on that I was wearing.

  The reporter appeared on the screen again.

  “The victim, Jaren James says he does not remember the Cithian. He is in intensive care.”

  I can’t believe my eyes. Jaren is alive.

  The door shook for a minute and fell to the ground. A general appeared.

  He was wearing a white uniform. Two yellow ropes were hanging down from his right shoulder. Handcuffs were buckled onto his belt. His eyes were a light brown. He was bald. His face was milky white. He wore a green ball cap on his head that had three silver stars on it.

  “Give me the boy, Lester.” he said

  “No.” Lester said

  “Then a fight you shall have.” the General said.

  The general threw a beam of darkness at Lester;throwing him up ag
ainst the wall. Lester got up. He threw a beam of light at the General and lifted him into the air.

  The General lifted Lester into the air. Lester’s veins popped as his power rings came out. He screamed as bruises burned into his skin. I waved my hand; throwing him up against the wall. The General laid dead in front of us.

  “You killed him!” Lester said.

  “What you expect me to do? Let him kill you?”Lester said.

  I stood there silent. I couldn’t think of what to say. Then it came to me.

  “No. I didn’t want you to kill him though.” I said.

  “I didn’t kill him. He’s just unconscious.” Lester said.

  Lester pressed a red button the wall. A brown door appeared.

  “What is this?”

  “It’s a magical door.”Lester said. ”It’ll take you anywhere you think of.”

  “All I can think about is going home.”

  “Then, open the door and that’s where you’ll go.”

  I opened the door.

  Chapter 4 time to run

  I appeared in front of my house. It is a white mansion. Two white bars hold up the roof of the house. I went onto the porch and touched the swing. The garage opened. Beside it, I see a green window.

  I went inside. My dad came towards me. He was dressed in a blue dress shirt and jeans. His eyes were green.His hair was dark brown. He stomped his feet as he came towards me.

  “Meet me outside.” he said

  “Why?” I said.

  “Just do it.” he said.

  I went back outside. I started to cry. He must know that I injured Jaren. I can’t believe he’s so angry at me. He almost never acts this way.

  A midnight blue mustang backed out of the garage. Food wrappers and bags were thrown all over the floor of it. My dad stuck his head out the driver's window.

  “Get in.” he said

  I got in the mustang. My dad drove up to the stop sign. My dad glared at me.

  “Skyrid, I want to know what happened.” he said.

  “It was just a fight.”

  “Just a fight? You put him in the hospital!”

  “You mean, he’s alive?”

  “Yes. Jaren’s alive.”

  The reporter was right. Jaren was miraculously alive. I feel so relieved. Like a huge worry had been lifted off my shoulders.