The Chosen

“Well, slave, did you send out the double agent?” The tall figure’s voice was excited now, for his reign over the universe would soon begin. “Yes sir. We have sent ‘em out to go and destroy the rebellion,” “Very good. Now, where is the Power Orb? I must see it at once…” The being said. His eyes glinted in the moonlight like a dog’s dark eyes. He waited quietly for the other to return. Within several minutes, the man came back in a slower-than-normal pace, “Sire?” “Yes…” He hissed. The tone the being used wasn’t quite what you’d call ‘joyful’. It was more like a ‘we’ve hit an iceberg, captain’ sort of tone. “The Orb is… missing…” He said quietly. “WHAT?!” The being’s eyes lost its glow and rose from his throne. After taking several moments to compose himself, he spoke in a calmer tone, trying to control himself, “I didn’t hear you properly… Could you repeat that?!” The room was filled with a light glow. It came from a staff the being was wielding. This was no friendly glow. The slave murmured quietly, choosing his words carefully, “The… Orb is … missing…” He cringed in fear right after that. The being raised his staff from the ground, then smacked the bottom of it against the floor. The slave scampered across the room, trying to find an escape. In a second, the staff filled the room with a blinding light. Energy spun in a wild vermillion bolt that danced around the room. The slave was, indeed, doomed. When it had faded away, a pile of bones lay in a heap where the slave was. A janitor had arrived almost immediately and was ready for service, “Clean up please… ” The being had simply said, and then added, “Congratulations! You’ve been promoted…” The concierge let out a groan. Ra’id was back in bed, five days after the discovery of the ball, having another restless night. His nightmare had been interrupted by some violent shaking from underneath his bed. Ra’id flipped to his side and removed the shoebox. The sphere came out and floated around quietly. Ra’id could hear it humming as it whizzed by, “What’s with you?” He asked softly so that his mother wouldn’t hear him. Ever since Ra’id had had that nightmare, the ball would dance crazily around the room. Ra’id would wake up to the ball buzzing around his room. He would shut it up in his shoebox then clean up for breakfast. When he is about to leave, he would take it with his to school; it wasn’t safe to leave it unsupervised, for some reason. Strange things had happened the whole week. For instance, when Ra’id had left it alone on the day after its discovery, the room had been literally flipped upside-down. Once, he had to walk into his room that had become an anti-gravity chamber. So, he had decided it was safer to bring it along with him than leave it alone. Despite his antics, the sphere still got Ra’id into trouble. Once, during science class, Ra’id had to put his bag away in a locker. The orb must’ve acted up or something, because a nicely melted hole appeared on his locker door after class. Ra’id had less and less ideas to keep this thing hidden. He knew that one day he had to reveal its secret to everyone. And when that day came, he would be ready for the worst, whether it was Ra’id protecting the sphere or it protecting him. Luckily, that day wasn’t the day.