Prologue

His kiss was like liquid lightning. Where ever his hands roamed left little goose bumps and an electric feeling. All I could hear was his pleasing moans he let out once in a while. I just wanted to get closer to him than I already was, it scared me, I never felt this way in my life.
“Liv, you feel so good.”
Believe me, when I say I know exactly how he felt. It’s too bad we had to stop and go fight in a war.

Chapter 1

I get tattooed up

All I could think when I woke up was: Wow, my hair looks like shit and I had only a half an hour to get ready for school.
See my hair is naturally curly, like really curly. So I either have to scrunch or straighten it every day, and when I straighten it I go a little OCD, making sure every piece is perfectly straight. I grab my blue straight iron and quickly plug it in, then quickly straighten my hair. I look through my closet to see what I should wear today. I picked out my dark blue soccer t-shirt,and then slide into my dark blue skinny jeans. Then I snatch my see-through make-up bag, I got from a Hershey park bear, off my dresser. I take my foundation, and my two mascaras I put on every day. I back and look into my full-length closet door mirror. My dark, brown hair, with a few occasional light brown highlights, is parted so more hair is on the right side of my hair. I look at my outfit and realize this is the third week in a row i just wore a sport t-shirt. Pushing the thought away, because I look at my arm, that suddenly felt a weird burning sensation. It felt like I had my straight iron very lightly pressing on my forearm, but just as quickly it appeared it disappeared.
Looking at my phone, it says 7:00. Time to run downstairs to shove my lunch in my into my purse and go catch my bus. I slip into my white Nikes, grab my books, check my hair and head outside. Right when I walk outside my house, I’m hit by a solid wall of cold and wind, freezing my ass off through my thin navy blue Hollister sweatshirt. Now I know you must think I’m crazy for only wearing a sweatshirt in the middle of February, but I vowed that for this whole year I wouldn’t wear my winter jacket to school. It worked in 8th grade and so far so good this year!
While trying to keep the hair out my face, I look over expecting to see Noah wearing his usual sweatpants and big aeropostal jacket he always wear but I realize he’s not there because I moved. Noah was my neighbor, who I knew since I moved to Birches West in 3rd grade from Florida. Since I moved to a different part of Washington township he doesn’t live near me anymore, and I wouldn’t of saw him anyway since he is two grades lower than me and the high school and middle school buses come at different times. Even though I moved from my old house we still kept in touch once in a while but he wasn’t my best guy friend as he was before. I walk onto my bus, analyzing my whole move which happened last summer. I didn’t know it then but walking onto that bus was the end of my normal life and the beginning of my extremely dangerous but amazing new life.

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“Hey, yo, Olivia!”
I turn around to see Matt walking up to me. Matt is a guy i dated last year but somehow we still managed to stay friends. He is Italian, but really pale in the winter, and has super soft black hair that looks great on him. His hazel eyes change colors depending on the light to blue, green, and sometimes even a silverfish color. Let me tell you that they are gorgeous eyes.
“Hey Matt.” I smiled at him.
“Do you think, you know, you wanna hangout this weekend?” That was weird he has never asked me to hangout since last year.
“Sure,” I was trying to play it off. “We gonna chill at your house?”
“Yeah, of course since we have my basement to hangout in.” He flirtatiously winks at me. By this time he is leaning towards me and against the locker next mine at the same time. He smelled so good, he smelled like Ed Hardy, which he probably sprayed a bunch of before talking to me. This made me feel even more uncomfortable. I thought he had a thing for my friend Rachel? I tried to nonchanlantly smile at him. Then the burning sensation started again. My smile faltered and stared at my arm, I wanted to rub it but I figured I would just look weird to Matt and not help the burning. While I was looking at my arm I could of sworn it had a design outline of something.
“Hey Liv, what’s wrong? You shy now?” He put his hands on my waist turning me towards him.
“Haa. Umm I guess?” I was really weirded out by his casualness at him touching me.
“It’s ok. I think it’s cute. So my house, Saturday night, 7 o’ clock?”
“Uhh, yeah sure.If you want!” When I said that I swear he had the biggest smile in the world.
“Alright great ! Call me on oovoo tonight ok?"
“umm maybe bye Matt!”
As he was walking away,i stared after him not even knowing how to react to what he was saying when my friend Bryan came up behind me and hugged me around my waist.
"Oh crap. you scared me!"
"I love you!"
i turned in his arm and just smiled at him
" Shut up Bryan you do not! Now get off of me i gotta go to class."
He laughed and let go as i walked away. As i was walking i saw this kid who looked like a senior staring at me. Now even though i know my high school is huge, i dont think i ever seen this kid. He was like too attractive to be real. I felt his stare on my back through the whole hallways. In some of my classes i looked out the window and could of sworn i saw him.

Chapter 2

I Find A Summer Camp

Later that night I get on oovoo, about to call Matt to tell him i couldn't hangout on Saturday, when suddenly there was this dead quiet. It was almost like the whole world stopped spinning. I could feel the air pressure drop so low that my ears popped. Then like a red, hot iron, my arm started burning in a way I never had a burn before. It was so intensely hot that it began a burning cold. Now even though it burned like crazy the weird thing was that I was calm. I had a calming feeling over me as well as a insane maniac feeling, like two people inside me were clashing together to form one. I stared down at my arm to see this black shape turning into lines on the underside of my forearm. I closed my eyes for about 30 seconds trying to distinguish whether I liked this or if it was too painful to bear then looked at my forearm again. The second time I looked at it there are black lines swooping across my forearm that strangely reminded me of an artist painting winds. Around the lines are jagged rock-like circles and teardrops everywhere inside the swooping wind lines. The center of my forearm had a shaped that looked like a fire that would come from a fireplace or campfire. I could almost feel my jaw drop to the floor in pure shock. I then realized that this is strange and weird to have a tattoo magically appear on my arm. So the smart, logical thing I do is. Yes that’s right, scratch and rub it off.
“That’s a pretty nice tattoo you got there. Be a shame to try to rub it off.” Said the strange man standing by my opened window and closet.

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“Um? Who are you?” I asked nervously while trying to crab walk stealthy back across my bed towards my other window. Maybe I could get out that way even though I lived on the second floor. You never know. For some reason I didn’t think the guy in my room was gonna rape me but you can’t trust gut feelings with weird people who might do psychotic things. I was only embarrassed that I was in my pj’s which consisted of my super duper short, soft green aero shorts and a revealing black tank top . Those are not the clothes to be wearing when a strange man shows up in your room and could rape you.
That’s when I looked at the guy. He looked like he is about 17 or 18 and has a short spiked in the front, black hair. His eyes are a dangerous but dazzling crisp blue. Now I know this sounds cliché but they were literally pools of blue that I could get lost in. His eyes were framed by thick eyelashes. His mouth was perfect, the lips beautifully formed and set in a flirtatious and deadly smile with sparkling pearly whites in them. Then my eyes drank in the rest of him: gorgeous perfection. His body was lean, muscular and tan. I could see his ripped muscles through his very fitting black long sleved tee and dark ripped denim jeans. If Superman had an evil twin this would be him. It was almost like he was a dark angel. He looked too perfect. This is when he looked almost amused with my discomfort. Then you know what that jerk did? He took a step closer to me!
“Well, my name is Nicholi and I’m here to take you to ‘Camp Tat’. I know stupid name but what are you gonna do, right?”
“I don’t know you. I don’t know who you think you are but you aren’t taking my anywhere."
“I just told you I’m Nicholi and the only reason I’m even talking or taking you somewhere is so you know how to control your mark.”
Nicholi sounded exasperated by this point but then again I would probably be pretty fed up with some clueless girl yelling at me too.
“How can I trust you? You come out my friggen’ closet!”
“Actually, I climbed through your window, hence the open window. And you can trust me because I have a mark too..” he was about to say something else but I cut him off because it hit me that he looked super familiar but not in the famous kind a way.
“ Wait I saw you today outside my classroom window! You were friggen’ stalking me!” After I said that Nicholi started to look embarrassed and ran his hand through his jet black hair.
“Ah um well..yeah I was because I had to check if you had symptoms of the tattoo forming, which you did. You kept rubbing your forearm and looking at it like something was burning it. Also you felt more of energy right?” I nodded my head, feeling weird about all of this. “When you were doodling on your paper,” did he really just say doodle? “You drew the images your mark had because you were seeing them in your head right? And they were perfect drawings even if you had no past artistic talent right?” I nodded my head some more starting to believe him.“Oh and did you feel more rebellious and got in trouble more than usual and didn’t care right? Yeah. That happens a lot with our kind because we usually skit around the law because in order for us to be we have to with our missions we have.” missions? Even though this sounded insane I was starting to believe him.
"okaay well then let me see your tattoo."
"whatever." Nicholi then lifted his left sleeve so it reached his elbow. On his wrist was swooping lines that looked like clouds mixing together endlessly, and in the middle of it looked like an eye drooping with sleep. It was detailed so incredibly, it remined me of my own almost.
I looked down at my own arm and something crazy told me to go with Nicholi. I think this crazy suggestion was my instinct but righ tnow i wasn't sure if mine was telling me the right thing to do. "Alright I'll come with you, but first, where are we going?"
"Oh thank you God, i mean um Goddess Avaliene, um yeah anyway. We are going to Camp Tat"
"Alrighty then, can i have a couple minutes to get changed?"
"yeah sure, I'll be waiting outside."
"okay." Nicholi walks out the room and I grab my favorite yoga pants that have a stitched back together hole at the knee, and I throw on my soccer t-shirt from my u-18 spring season. I played up with 18 year olds even though i was only 15 because my old team fell apart and the u-18 was made up with sophmores, juniors, and seniors, i was the only freshman though. Just as i slid on my white nikes, I hear someone calling me on oovoo. I look down at the laptop screen to seen Matt calling me, I hurry to click the answer button only to see Matt's face crinkle in confusion to see me brushing through my hair and then put in my contacts.
"Why are you putting in your contacts?"
"Well um because I'm going out and I would like to see." I replied in my most sarcastic voice, hoping he would just get mad and hang up.
"But it's Thursday night and it's 11. Do your parents know your going out?"
"No? Why would they know that i'm sneaking out, don't act like you never done it. I mean come on the whole lunch table hears what you tell your friends."
"Alright yeah I guess. Well you better go then." For some reason he looked really sad and it almost made me ask him what's wrong but i didn't feel like dealing with it so i just said bye and hungup. I look down at my arm and just stare at it. This was officially the weirdest night of my life. I was stalked by a seriously hot guy in school, he then shows up in my room telling me that i need to go to some camp with him and a tattoo magically appears on my wrist. I walked silently out of my room, avoiding any creaky spots on the floor, wondering if i belonged in a mental hospital.

While walking down my stairs i noticed it was completely silent in my house and realized no one in my family was awake. Not even my three year old sister who insists on going to bed at 11. I look into my living room and see my sister sleeping soundly on the couch with my dad on the other. My other sister was already sleeping in her room. I was disturbed to see them sleeping but i could see them breathing so i told myself not to worry too much.

I walk out my front door, not even checking to see if my dog followed me since i saw her sleeping as well, when i see the most beautiful car. It was my dream car, a black mustang gt with two thick blue stripes running down the middle. On the sides i see there is blue flames that seem to be extending from the ground and reaching for the door handles. It was my dream car except it had to be blue with black stripes and no flames on the sides. Nicholi of course had to be obnoxious and scream out the window
"Can you please stop admiring my car and and just get in so we can get this over with?"
"Alright you dont have to scream i was just looking at it."

Chapter 2

lightening is hot

"So since i'm marked or tattooed or whatever, do i get a special power?" I asked curiously while we were driving down a highway in silence except for my only question about heading to Ohio from New Jersey. Now Nicholi said it would only take an hour so which sounded like complete craziness to me but the whack job only said that time was distorted and the car would make it there and back before dawn. I was starting to regret my decision of getting in the car.
"Yeah you do get powers and the more detailed your mark is the more powerful you are."
"Oh, well mine is really detailed."
"Yeah i know. You're going to be a very important person very soon." Once he said that i was kind of freaked out and i just kept my mouth shut for about 10 minutes.
"Well what can you do?"
"I can make people or things fall asleep or wake up whenever i want." Now i'm not going to lie that power didn't seem so significant but his tattoo ws really detailed.
"Yours is pretty detailed. does that mean your powerful?"
"Considering in a fight, 9 times out of 10, i would win because you would just drop on sight if i commanded it, i would say i am pretty powerful." Well i'm not always right.
"Oh. That's cool. Can you try it on me?" I was really curious about his "power".
"Sure, ok expect to be asleep for 5 minutes."
"I'm ready." Then Nicholi simply rasied his hand and snapped his fingers, and then I just compltely dropped on my seat.

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In what felt like only a second i squinted open my eyes and looked at the clock, 11:43. That's strange considering i fell asleep at 11:41, and i was suppose to be asleep for 5 minutes... Then i heard Nicholi talking on the phone to someone.
"Yeah i got her, yeah she is actually sleeping on the front seat." I was thinking about speaking up and saying something about how his powers didn't work that good against me but my insticts told me not too.
"Mhmm, she fits just about everything in the prophecy. Beautiful maiden. Check, adn let me tell you, she is really hot so you know what double check. What oh yeah sorry i know. Ok. Dressed casual. Check. Going to either prevent or cause casualities. Guess we have to find out. In a war of vengance. Well it's coming soon so future check. She will either accept or ignore forgiveness. Well, she seems like she would be forgiving but has an attitude so i guess we have to wait and see."
He said all of this as if it was a normal day to day conversation. I wasn't handling this prophecy stuff too well and he heard the breath catch in my throat. Feeling him looking at my i did my best to steady my breathing again. I didn't understand anything he was talking about, a war of vengance? What in the hell was that and me accepting for ignoring forgiveness? This sounded utterly ridiculous.
"Yes, i know there is a whole prophecy and i only said a stanza but she seemes to fit the description right?" He stopped talking as if he was cut off by the person on the other line. "I don't know if she has curly hair because it's like striaght at the moment but it looks like it's curling from the humidity or something and no it's not that long. But it is brown."
This is when i decided i didn't like hearing this whatever he was talking about anymore so i started shifting in my seat to act like i was going to wake up. Then i fluttered my eyes to seem groggy but not entirely awake.
"ugh, she's waking up, i gotta go, wait this isn't right, she's waking up after only 3 minutes." He paused and i shifted one last time."Ok. Whatever bye."
That's when i fully sat up and looked over questionly and asked, "Who were you talking to?"
"Oh just the camp director. She's really excited to meet you."
"Oh ok, when are we getting there?"
"Little under an hour."
"Alright." Then we just rode in silence as i wondered what exactly i was getting myself into and what i was going to deal with once i actually got to the camp.

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