Fiction Story: Alala War Goddess

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I was standing in a huge room with pillars going up to the ceiling and in the middle of the room was twelve chairs and in each one was a person men and woman. They all stood up and walked toward this baby on this stone table I gasped because the baby was me. They all put their hands on the baby and transferred this light into me then one of them a man picks up the baby they all smile and look at the man holding baby me he says your different Alala your meant for so much you are the one who will protect and fight for us and for mankind. Then in a rush I was pulled back to reality as my alarm clock went off. I got out of bed and got dressed I was still thinking of the dream as I walked downstairs into the kitchen where my mom was making breakfast. Happy Seventeenth birthday Alala how did you sleep? I slept good mom I told her about my dream how although it was just a dream it didn’t feel like one. So I told her and described the twelve people. It was weird mom the one who picked up baby me looked so powerful like he hummed with electricity and the rest of them looked powerful but in their own way bizarre huh mom. I looked at my mom and she looked tense. Um yeah that is weird just a dream though so what are you going to do until tonight my mom said changing the subject. I was thinking of going to the library there are some books I want to get my mom laughed looking less nervous you must be the only teenager who loves to read. So I kissed my mom goodbye and went to the library I didn’t feel guilty that I lied to my mom about why I wanted to go to the library. I wanted to go to look up stuff about my dream. It’s strange but it seemed as if the people in my dreams were gods so the best place to look is the mythology section. I grabbed a... ... middle of paper ... ...hrough it felt like déjà vu we were in the room I saw in my dream. The man who had picked me up in my dream who I assumed was Zeus walked over Alala I am Zeus and all of us gods glad you are here. Well I can’t let the world go to hell I guess underworld in this case any way so when do I start my training I asked right away he said Stark here will be training you a guy who had dark hair brown eyes and a very muscular body walked over Its nice to meet you Alala same I said Alala I want you to know that this won’t be easy and it will be dangerous so trust me he said. Stark then showed me to my room he said we would start training in the morning he told me why I’m here I am supposed to stop Kronus from destroying the gods and every human being no pressure right. I just hope I can do it, but for now I must learn to control my powers so I have a chance against Kronus.

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