OIT I

Our Intertwining Tale, chapter one: Cassandra’s Beginning

I woke up with the dark moon shining through my window. This is the third time that I’ve woken up tonight. Something must be on my mind. Maybe it’s one of those mental psychic things that make your mind know that something is up.

I shot my glance towards my bedroom door. I could hear footsteps in the puddles that dripped onto the cement floors. Before I knew it, Aria entered my room.

“Master is needed of you. It involves the prophecy.” She fled from my room, her white gown trailing behind her thighs.

Aria was always a beautiful young girl. Too bad she died at such a young age. As members of the underworld Paranormal Hunter Association, it doesn’t matter if you’re dead or not. It’s still a shame about her murder, though. And the fact that she was never supposed to be a member in the first place.

Before thinking another word, I roll out of bed. The floor is strangely dry, and I wonder if last night was a warm one again. It feels dry and rough against my bare feet. I rub my eyes, still feeling tired. I finally realize, why did Aria come to me this early? It feels like three in the morning.

Opening the door, one of my closest friends is waiting for me.

“Good morning, Cassie.” Jason Knell stands in front of me, his big obnoxious smile pasted across his face. He is a handsome boy, but he tends to be strange, especially to me.

A scowl forms in my expression, “Morning? What time is it?” I swear, it can’t be morning right now. Even he isn’t this happy in the morning.

“It’s about noon. Nolan has been playing around with the sun lately. You’re going to get used to it. Remember, you’re still a beginner.” He winks at me, and I grimace in disgust.

“Fine.” I cross my arms, pushing him out of the way. I see him stagger, but decide not to help him. He has a way with balance that I’ve never seen in alive ones like him. “C’mon, Jase, Nolan wants to talk to me.”

A confused look follows my back as he trails behind me, “What is he going to talk to you about? Nolan doesn’t normally talk to newbies.”Jason was always a curious one.

I stop, feeling him run into me and stagger back again, “Something about a prophecy.” I quote the word with my fingers, walking forward again.

I can’t seem to hear Jason walking behind me again, and eventually, I hear small gasps of breath under his lips. “Seriously? I wonder why…” He walks up beside me, his chin against the knuckles of his hand, “It took me several levels of being a paranormal hunter before he allowed me to learn our fate.”

“Fate, what?” I glance at him, seeing him deep in thought. He suddenly snaps out of it.

“I’ve said way too much. You’ll find out tonight anyway.” I see him wave as he begins to run off, “See you later, Cassie!” He faded into the dark sewer-like cave that follows into this prison I reside in. Nolan always wanted to be the villain in this kind of tale. And with that comes some limited choices of prisons. Unfortunately, he had to choose the dark and wet caves.

When I arrived into Nolan’s headquarters, he wasn’t there. Aria was standing next to his throne-like chair; a pile of books resting on her crossed arms. She was staring at me innocently, like she was afraid of me.

“Nolan will be back in a minute or so.” I saw her tighten the books in her arms protectively. She turned her head towards the chair before fleeing once again.

Nolan, his every day skinny cheek bones and tired eyes, finally entered the room. He glanced at me with thin green eyes. They were always a beautiful emerald shine, and it looked like his pupils were always a slush-like gray, but he never wanted to let anyone look into his eyes. Before I could so, he yawned and sat in his chair. He smiled half-heartedly before saying these words: “Here is your, or our, fate of the Paranormal Hunter Association.”