A Dream Of Dragons...

A Dream Of Dragons...

I raced through the dimly lit hallways of my school with my dad, but he looked younger, like he was in his 20’s. We sprinted through the dark computer lab, our destination almost reached. “Do you think they wanted the globe?”, I asked. “Probably.”, Dad replied. We had reached the library. I raced past the printer to the fiction section, where the Percy Jackson books usually were. Now, there was a drawer. I pulled open the drawer. In the drawer were boxes of glitter, paper and paintbrushes. I pulled out one particular tupperware box, but all that was left in it were some scraps of blue paper and glitter and an empty glass globe. My vision went black…


Suddenly, I found myself somewhere else. My dad was gone, nowhere to be found. I looked down. I was standing almost in the centre of a giant clock. It was split into seven or eight parts. Some of the parts had words, but a few of them were blank. I looked up. Before me stood a man that reminded me of Eric from the Divergent Movie, but with long black hair. He pointed to the centre of the clock, where the head of a screw was. Like he was commanding me, I walked towards the screw. Once I was standing on it, the man smirked. I tried to move a away from him, but I couldn't. It had been a trap! “Now…”, the man purred: “Let's get to work.” He pulled out a silvery gold sword, slightly curved, with a chink of metal missing at the tip, leading to two pointy edges. Slowly, he circled around me. I thought he was going to cut me with the sword, but he stopped right in front of me, on one of the sections of the clock. I looked at his feet. The word written there surprised me. It said:


Amity


Without hesitation, he hacked the blade of his sword into the fraction of the clock, destroying the writing. A pain shot through my body. “I couldn't collapse in front of this guy.” I told myself: “He can't see my weaknesses.” The man strode on, this time stopping at another word:


Candor


Another bolt of pain raced through my body, but I remained standing. Who was this guy? What did he want? He walked a few more paces before he stopped again. He looked pitifully at me, but then his madman smile returned as he hacked through the next word, sending another wall of pain at me. The word had been:


Erudite


Finally, he paused at two words, the only words left:


Abnegation


and


Dauntless


He hesitated, apparently thinking. (I was kind of surprised that this man could do that!) I prepared myself for the pain. He sliced through Abnegation. I waited for the next wall of pain, but none came. Why had he spared Dauntless? He came closer to me, while pulling a big, smoking and boiling green egg from his pocket. I edged away. I could move again! “This,” he snarled: “was the egg of Xing, a green Lung.” “Please don't.”, I said. I didn't know what I was pleading for. “Please!” Then he threw it at me. I could feel the heat racing past my shoulder, missing me by a centimetre. That was it! I thought. I picked up a piece of the shell and aimed for him, but missed too. He laughed, pulled out another piece of shell and threw it. This one hit my shoulder. It hurt, but not as badly as before. Then, I woke up…