Emily of New Moon: A Book Report

Emily of New Moon by Lucy Maud Montgomery, is about a imaginative girl whose father dies and she goes to live with her mother’s family, the Murrays. The Murrays are a very old and strict family, and this story is about Emily’s life with the Murrays of New Moon, her budding aspiration to be a writer, and her friends.

Set in Prince Edward Island, this book follows the story of Emily, who is smart, thoughtful, and gets into a lot of scrapes. Her and her friends Ilse, Teddy, and Perry, have a lot of interesting adventures together, and at school she doesn’t get along well with her teacher for writing poems on her slate. She loves writing and her cats. At first, her relationship with her Aunt Elizabeth is strained, but she soon learns to care for her relatives at New Moon.

The story is about Emily adapting to her new home and meeting new people.

Emily of New Moon is about a young girl meeting her relatives for the first time. She is nervous about who will take her in. She eventually stays with her strict Aunt Elizabeth, her nice Aunt Laura, and her eccentric Cousin Jimmy. The story is about her growing up, her conflict with her Aunt Elizabeth, and a solving of a mystery around her friend Ilse.

Emily and her Aunt Elizabeth don’t get along well because Emily does not act like what becomes a Murray, a very old and important family in the book.  She is extremely imaginative, to the point of shutting others out. Aunt Elizabeth has no imagination, leading her to misunderstand Emily’s various antics. Eventually, she proves to her aunt that she is a Murray, and at the threat of losing Emily to a deadly sickness, her and her aunt become friends.

The story is relatable because anyone can find themselves in a new situation.

This book is one I would definitely recommend to everyone, but girls 12 years or older would definitely appreciate this story the most. Lucy Maud Montgomery’s characters are fleshed out and interesting, and the scrapes Emily gets into are both believable, amusing, and sympathetic. The writing is also amazing. So, give this book a try!

 

 

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Part 7: In the warehouse.

I was tired of all of the mysteries, the millions of questions, the suspense. I was done. Kazak had not helped me. I was in a sort of warehouse, with lumps of tarp covered objects. This didn’t answer anything. I wished that I could remain to know nothing, even as I had these questions. Knowing nothing was better than continuing to live with more and more questions. I wished it was dark, and still, and I could remain still and not get caught. “Wishing won’t help.” I muttered to myself. “I’ve got to be tough,” I told myself. I was afraid of learning the answers, afraid that the answers were worse than the questions. I bit down on my tongue, hoping that the pain would dispel the fear. Then I decided to take action. I stood up with every inch of my five foot 2 inches and 109 pounds.  I slipped off my watch into my pocket, knowing if I showed it, people might want to take it, for some unknown reason. I was guessing time travel. Was time travel normal in this time period, I wondered. First things first.

I was going to answer one of my questions, at least. What was under those tarp like things? The lumps were a dingy white, they felt like a shiny, smooth laminated paper.  I seized the paper like tarp, and it tore easily. I smelled something interesting. Under the tarp was supplies, in thin metal boxes which had bold printed names on them. Some of the names were in English, others not. The first box said, Bread. I carefully opened the small box, which had a printed instructions on the lid. 100 count, use sparingly, add a drop of Yeoni to use. Lasts 24 hours.  Inside were prepackaged pellets, and a bottle of the Yeoni, which was labeled as an water-yeast-oil mixture. Shake to use, it said.  I spent far to long studying the box of instant bread. I stuffed a few pellets of it into my pocket and the bottle of a Yeoni. I broke open another container, which held something called VatDisent, which I found out purified water. The other boxes contained things to sleep on, heal wounds, (like that Laser and Scorch mark healing pad) gels to numb pains, something called stimulants which accented your skills, and even something which was classified as a defense shield and a weapon. I wished I had brought a backpack, some of this stuff would have have been useful.

Then, I heard a banging noise. I stood up, red in the face. I knew I wasn’t supposed to open those supplies. I heard whispering in a language I didn’t know. Then, I saw them. They were standing in front of the entrance of the now opened warehouse, shouting in aforementioned language.  They seemed to be both shocked and angry, and were screaming at each other and at me. I stood up, and put my hands into the air.

There was a girl and a boy, both scarcely old than I was. The girl had short, choppy, brown hair with a blue streak to it. She wore a threadbare baseball cap that was covered with dirt and mud, and when it was new it must has been purple but now it was a pale lavender.  She had an angry face which had a few purple bruises and a small cut on her chin, and brown, yellowish eyes. She wore a nondescript gray, long sleeved shirt and loose, baggy gray pants which ended halfway down her calf. Her legs were scarred and dirty. She also wore thick soled black boots, also covered in dirt. The boy was dressed a similar way, but minus the cap and his pants were down to his ankles.  He had brownish blond, raggedly cut hair, and a scarred face and watery blue eyes that looked more bewildered than angry. They both looked rather scrawny.

The boy had stopped shouting. He instead started toward me, but the girl stopped him. The force necessary to stop him seemed to take most of her strength, and she stopped her tirade to catch a breath. The boy and the girl both stared at me. I stared at them, not comprehending them in the slightest. Finally, the girl asked something that sounded like a question. I shrugged my shoulders. The girl whipped out something and fired at my slight movement. A bolt of energy shot out of the object with a loud cracking noise. Frightened, I dived, but luckily she had fired far away from me. The boy yelled and grabbed something out of her arm, which looked small and flashy. They both conversed in scared, intense tones. I huddled on the floor, terrified and trying to be as small as possible, trying not to get shot at again. As if on cue, both the boy and the girl looked quickly at me, and started up. They both walked towards me, the small, sliver, object held out by the girl. I dared not move. The boy jerked me up, using what seemed like every once of his energy. Then, the girl jabbed the silver object, which resembled a hard drive, under my chin. “Nakl dousint.” The girl whispered, menacingly. I looked at her with wide eyes, and the boy motioned for me to go forward. The boy walked behind me, fixing some thin metal bands around my hands, preventing me from moving them and they grew tighter and more painful the more I twisted my wrists. The girl walked besides me, frowning and digging the device deeper into my neck every time I winced. We walked toward the opening in this manner. I wondered where they were taking me, whether even if I would survive the next minute, if I would get punished for taking the supplies.

My Swtor Characters

The Galactic Republic:

“For more than twenty thousand years, the Galactic Republic has been the most civilized and advanced power in the known galaxy. Governed by the Galactic Senate with representatives from hundreds of star systems and planets, the Republic has been the center of peace and progress, a bright beacon in the darkness of outer space.

The revered Jedi Order has sworn itself to defend the Republic, to battle the darkness, and to bring peace and balance to the greater galaxy. The Jedi have served for millennia in this capacity, and in that time they have earned themselves the admiration of their allies, and the hatred of their enemies.” From Wookiepedia

Teraalin, Sage:

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Teraalin is an Jedi who prefers mercy to people versus violence, but agrees that for the sake of many, she must rely on her own wisdom. She won’t spare anyone who is a murderer. She will save people if possible, but never Sith.  She cares deeply about things, and has trouble controlling her emotions.  (neutral good)

Adhara Kyleth, Scoundrel

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Adhara is a good-natured pilot who loves her ship. She is experienced, tough, but not bitter. She grew up on Nar Shaddaa, so she quickly learned her way around cities, how to use a blaster, and how to make a few credits. She loves a good joke and hanging out with her friends. She’ll normally forgive people who wrong her, but if you hurt her friends or her ship, you get the business end of her blaster.  She also likes to help out people who are not as well off as her. (chaotic good)

Serena Mystia, Guardian

Screenshot (27)Serena is a proud Jedi. She tries to live every day according to the code, in hopes one day she will be a master and redeem herself. Her mother had fallen to the dark side, so some of the other Jedi are prejudiced against her. She resents this and tries to gains favor by being overly knowledgeable and cold. She failed in training her padawan, so she was disfavorably sent from the planet to learn compassion. (Lawful Neutral)

Jaylex Striker, Sentenial

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Jaylex is the son of Adhara. He is very active and he loves to be snarky. He wanted to be a smuggler, but he turned out to be force sensitive so he was sent to train with the Jedi. He has yet to learn patience, and his master, Serena, was too cold and unfeeling and would hardly speak to him, so he was dissatisfied and tried to run away.  He was eventually brought back, and got a new master and Serena was sent away. He is sometimes is bitter and selfish, and doesn’t believe in the Jedi code. (Chaotic Neutral)

Raiya, Trooper

(not sure about her appearance yet, I like both of them, comment which look you like better)

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Raiya is a young Twi’lek who’s had a rough life. Born on Tattooine, her parents were slaves to Hutts. Soon they died in a horrible accident and Raiya was going to be made a slave to pay off her family’s remaining debt. She escaped to the deep part of Tatooine in a small shack where her grandparents lived and she lived there for a while, and she found a small togruta child whose parents had been exiled to Tatooine for a crime that they didn’t commit. They had died of exposure, and the little togruta girl was on the verge of death. She nursed her back to health and they became like sisters. A few years later, when she was nineteen, Raiya went to Anchorhead to pick up much needed supplies when she was kidnapped by the Hutt who had threatened to enslave her. She was shipped off to work for the Empire. She was treated horribly, and eventually the Republic rescued her and offered her a job in the military after seeing her neat fighting skills against her cruel captors. She bears a grudge against the Empire, and the Hutts, but she would never hurt a civilian. (Chaotic Neutral)

The Sith Empire:

The Sith Empire is a force of dominance, an authoritarian state forged from militarism, slavery and the dark side of the Force. United under a single Emperor and his Dark Council, ruled by the Force-sensitive members of the Sith Order and supported by countless loyal citizens, the Empire forsakes the freedoms offered by the Republic in favor of strength and order. Aiming to take revenge on the Republic for its exile centuries ago, the Sith Empire will stop at nothing to become the greatest power in the galaxy. Although an uneasy truce has settled over the galaxy, the Empire does not sit idle. From its capital of Dromund Kaas, Imperial leadership exerts total control over the worlds it has conquered, rebuilding its forces to once again march on the Republic. – Swtor codex

Nyx Scathia, Marauder

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Nyx was born to a very wealthy and influential Sith Pureblood family on Dromund Kaas. Her family has all been powerful force sensitives. Nyx does not quite have the prejudice against aliens and non-sith like the rest of her family, as she had made friends with some of her family’s slaves. She had a Sith tutor since she was very young, so she was sent to Korriban much later than her siblings. Nyx was powerful, even for a pureblood. She has a very high opinion of herself, doesn’t think much of the Sith Emperor, and could care less about respecting her masters. She still loves to kill things, and is fairly sadistic, so she’s not light side. She cares a lot about her companions, and she’s come to regard them as family, moreso than her real family. (Chaotic Evil)

Forellia, Assassin

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Forellia is a young Sith who used to live on Taris with her family and a few refugees who escaped the sacking of Corusant. Taris was hardly safe at best, but as fate would have it, the refugees were attacked by a small band of raiding Imperial soldiers. Most were killed, but Forellia and her father were spared  and taken as slaves. She was bought by a important family called the Scathes (feminine version Scathia). He fathers was sent to work on the statue of some important sith along with a hundred other slaves. She never saw him again. Forrelia underwent hard labor as she maintained the Scathe’s household. She rather liked their daughter, who didn’t share the same bias that she was ‘alien scum’ as the rest the family. Eventually, she was discovered to have force sensitivity and shipped of to Korriban, where new acolytes are killed every minute. Forellia tries to resist the many, many, fears she has about the future and she mourns the past. She is scared all the time and is also scarred by her experiences, which she speaks in a low, nervous, tone, and does all she can to survive, even murder. (Neutral)

Myra, Powertech

Screenshot (26)Myra is the adopted daughter of Nyx. She ran away at a young age, because she knew as the non force sensitive daughter of a powerful sith lord, she would be a burden on her mother to keep from her sith enemies, and her mother’s estranged family. She joined a small group of Bounty Hunters. Myra is tough as nails, but very friendly and loyal to her companions, like her mother. She isn’t someone to be underestimated but treat her with enough respect and she’ll work for you, credits appropriated but not necessary. She enjoys the thrill of the chase and she seldom kills her bounties, preferring to freeze them in carbonate. (Chaotic Neutral)

Drial Kaldrome, Sniper

Screenshot (23)Drial grew up on Csilla.  Her family was a high ranking noble house. Drial was extremely intelligent, so intelligent that when she was fifteen the Empire noticed her and gave her and option to train as an agent in Imperial Intelligence she eagerly accepted. Drial loves working with data and sorting numbers. She spent most of her career working with terminals and keeping a status report on all of the other agents. However, she’s recently been promoted.  Drial loves the Empire, and will do anything to see it succeed. She is very cold and calculating. She hates the sith though. (Lawful Evil)

Kazak Kaldrome, Operative

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Kazak is Drial Kaldrome’s younger brother. He was not as intellegent as his sister, but he is very stealthy and loves the idea and being an field agent, so he was hired as one for the empire. He doesn’t like missions that harm civilians, and prefers to be out and exploring the galaxy. He is confused about the many secret plots and conspiracies. He doesn’t like the killing he is required to do, and the more he sees of the Empire the less he likes it. He has a dream to someday become a Republic SIS (Strategic Information Service) spy. (Neutral)

That’s it for that! Can you believe these are only my main characters? Bye!

Remember to say which Twi’lek appearance of Raiya you like!

The Golden Watch: Part Four

Okay, here is where things really get going…

Chapter 4: Trapped!

I was stretched out on the floor somewhere. Every part of my body felt like it was tingling with energy. I sat up, and looked around me. At first, I had a million questions. I was about to get up when my watch flashed these words, “Do not get up.” I gritted my teeth at it, and stood up. It was the one who had sent me here in the first place.  I looked around. I was in a polished, gleaming, white room. You could see the sky right through the walls. And then the walls changed to opaque. The room smelled fresh and clean. In a glass case, I saw several strange outfits that looked like a light blue and white high-tech version of a swimsuit. Humming platforms zoomed over my head, and lots of exotic materials were on it. Containers of what resembled blue goo lined the shelf of the wall behind me. Yep, whenever the watch sent me, It was defiantly not in the early 21st century. Most likely. I could be on another planet for all I know. I took in all of this with amazement. Then, I spotted a girl, to the far back of the room, with long light blond hair done up in this weird style with a white ribbon. She turned her face closer and I realized it was Pearl! My gasped must have been too loud, however, for I received a shock from my watch, which showed the words, “We’re doomed.” Pearl concentrated on me. She opened her mouth wide, then shut it tight. “Good, Good.” Said the watch. “She is not going to report us to the supervisor, as she probably plans to exterminate us herself.” Pearl pressed a button near her head and smiled at us, a slow, nervous, smile. “I have a bad feeling about this.” I muttered under my breath. The watch replied, “You’d better.” Then, with a humongous lurch from my stomach, I felt myself distending into a large circular tube.

 

 

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed. Immediately I regretted it. If there was anything dangerous here, I had most likely aroused it. The glass doors opened into darkness. I had a sense of foreboding. To my surprise and relief, my watch started glowing. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, and suddenly, Pearl jumped out from the shadows. I took a deep breath, and asked, “What are we doing here? What do you want with me?” “You need to leave.” Pearl said bluntly. Then she said, “I’m sorry for being so rude, it’s just that it isn’t safe. To talk. InterTime wants your head.” “Why?” I asked. “Come,” she motioned, and I followed her down a long corridor. She darted into a cubicle and made a hand motion, and the door sealed behind us.

“If this is a trap, I’m going to not tell you anything.” I said, crossing my arms.

“I promise you, this is not a trap. If I wanted to report you to the authorities, I could have done so when you first arrived. It was a miracle that they didn’t spot you in the beginning.” Pearl whispered, her face still full of fear.

“Who?” I asked, although I had a pretty good guess.

“InterTime, of course. You landed straight into their headquarters. Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t do anything!” I denied hotly. “This watch has some sort of tracker system that pulled me here.”

“Tracker system?” She had the same reaction to the two deadly words as Kazak had.

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So, that’s all for now! I am probably going to alternate between my story and other every Saturday. So next Saturday I’ll post something different. And the next one after that I’ll post more story.

The Golden Watch: Part 2

So, If you are intrested, I am writing more about the adventures of Violet.

Chapter 2: Several Introductions

I headed downstairs, wondering about that strange file. What was going on? I went outside to think. Then, the neighbor girl came outside, the same girl I had seen looking out of the window this morning. “Uggg…” I moaned. I had half a mind to dart inside, but she might go away after she found out what a unintresting person I was. I have never been what you might call a people person. My mother had always used to say that I should be more outgoing, less cold and indifferent. But after the accident, I just didn’t feel like it. I didn’t have time for silly girls who did their nails and wore makeup and all that stuff, and she sure seemed like one of those girls.

“Hello.” Said the neighbor girl with a condescending air.

“Hello yourself.” I grumbled, immediatly disliking her tone. “I’m Vanessa Jane White.” She said, like she was the Queen of England or something. “I’m Violet.” I said.

She looked at me quizically, and said, “What book is that?”

“Around the world in 80 days. By Jules Verne. A classic.”

” So what do you do beside reading?” Vanessa asked, in a voice that meant ‘I-bet-you-do-nothing-else’. “Nothing much.” I mumbled.

She was about to leave when she spotted my watch. Her eyes lit up, and she said, “May I see that?” I tried to hide it, but her hand was already reaching out. I was getting really bad vibes from her. She wasn’t just a selfish girl, she seemed a little creepy too. “I’ll trade you for it.” That was it. I headed for the door, but the watch was already in Vannesa’s hands. I lunged for it, but she cheerily handed it back with a smile, “Ok, you can have your precious watch back.” She walked away primly to the door.

Had I been overeacting? I asked myself. She was probaly a nice girl, and I just freaked out for no reason, I told myself glumly. But then I took out my watch, and realized that, no, I had not been overreacting.

The watch was glowing an unearthly green color. I looked for a way to shut it off, but then it just darkened and the second hand kept going around and round, faster and faster. Then I noticed a tap on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin! “Who are you?” I asked loudly. This was Vannesa’s friend. Her hair was a light yellow that was almost white, her face was pale, and her eyes seemed worried. “What’s wrong?” I asked the girl. She shifted from one foot to the other. “Ummm…something’s very wrong.” “What is?” “Can you fix it?” she asked. She pointed to the watch. “I’ll try.” I said. “What’s your name?” “Pearl….” she whispered. When I turned around, she was gone.

I stayed up practically all night worrying. My watch didn’t seem fixable. Sometimes it would stop glowing for a second, then it would start ticking a lot faster than it was supposed to. I examined the back. It said, “Made in Jabra Gracter. “What even is that?” I said to myself, quietly. I searched it up on the Internet. Not surprisingly, there was no results. There had been so many strange things going on today. They were all connected to this watch. Was it dangerous? I stared at it. Yes. Very. “Ahhh!” I screamed. “You can talk!?” Obviously. Even a time primitive such as yourself should have been able to figure that out. After that the room seemed to spin and before I knew it, I was out.

I woke up the next morning with a bad headache. An idea came to mind. I took out my notepad and started to write. “Hmmm….”

Events leading up to now:

  1. Vanessa laughing at me, and her friend Pearl looking nervous.
  2. I brought box upstairs
  3. Watch discovered. In running order.
  4. Note from Mom.
  5. Case file about a boy named Kazak Ultimal
  6. Vanessa harms my watch.
  7. Pearl warns me about something…
  8. And, lastly, watch talks.

 

Your notes are good, even if you don’t have all the information. Maybe you are less of a novice… The watch turned off suddenly. I was aware of a sharp blast of wind. I jumped back, and a boy that looked about my age staggered in.

“Help…sorry for disabling your device…everything is messed up…” he whispered weakly. He fell onto the carpet. I gasped. “One more thing, before I pass out. My name is Kazak…” and then he fainted. I knew who he was.  Kazak Ultimal. Was he my enemy or my friend? Only time would tell.

Part 8: From a different point of view

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I looked around quickly. Normally I noticed things fast, enough to react to all of the strange things that went on at InterTime, but right now I was flabbergasted. “You did what?” I said to Kazak. “Who is missing right now?” Kazak smirked.

“You little…I can report you, don’t forget that.”

“You wouldn’t dare, because that would end your job, and possibly your life. So yeah.” he replied.

Ugg. He was right. Very right.  I decided to go with something less accusatory. “Where did you take her? I don’t have a single device on me, and neither do you, you freak of nature!”

“You really warmed up to 21st century English, didn’t you. Your translator must be having a ball.” Kazak replied, smoothly.

“I don’t have a translator, unlike some cyborgs I could mention. I am 100% human. Wait you are avoiding the question.” I hastily fired.

“Reused human, you mean. And very smart, indeed. Those organic scientists really know what they are doing these days.  Built in translators, a logical fallacy detector, or whatever they are called when they aren’t implants. Very impressive. I remember when human sciences first came out. They made quite a stir with people who had morals. Such as altering babies…” Kazak rambled on, smugly, still avoiding the question.

“Stop talking about ancient history. Talk about now.” I almost yelled.

“For someone who is so worried about getting caught, you are letting your emotions get away with you. You aren’t like the others. ” Kazak remarked.

I shut my mouth, half realizing that Kazak was right, half of it was because the familiar urge in my brain commanded me to. I had to return to normal, to remain calm like I should, to report this to InterTime immediately… Wait. No. I shook my head in frustration, but said nothing.

“You aren’t like the others.” Kazak said again. “Why?”

The question hung in the air, like a 404 error message hung on a screen.  “That was a stupid allegory.” I muttered to myself, then recoiled at the fact I was speaking English. Ancient history or not, I was speaking it. I stood up straight, and eyed Kazak. I said slowly and clearly, each word pronounced to the best of my ability, “If you want answers about me, you are going to have to tell me where Violet is, and why you can manipulate time like that.”

“Fine. Violet is somewhere on a track to learning where her mother is. That’s all I can say.” He answered, his voice oddly shaking.

My face drained. “The Outcasts?” I said, queasy.

He nodded. “It was they first thing I thought of, and anyway, they won’t kill her. Most likely not, anyway.”

“They are the villains.”

“To you, maybe.” He turned away, leaving before I could get a word in. Just vanishing. It’s possible I could never see him again. How does he do that, I wondered. Again, recoiling. Even my thoughts were in English. I heard noises outside the room.

“No!” I yelled, before I could catch myself. Any moment they could come barreling in here. I was lucky that I chose a mental blocking, virtually communication free room. But people could still enter the normal way. The noises came closer.

“Pearl 99.” A voice said.

Golden Watch Characters (Spoilers!!!)

MY GOLDEN WATCH CHARACTERS

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The Golden Watch: (Spoilers!!!!)

Violet, Human:

Appearance:

Black hair, dark blue eyes, and tanned skin. Wears a purple tee-shirt and black pants with tall black boots.

Description:

Violet is a fifteen year old girl who is fairly introverted, she loves reading and facts, and she is very curious. Her main goal is to find her mother, who went missing several years ago, supposedly dead. She has a great memory and is a logical person. She is unfriendly and mistrusting, only trusting people to find out information. However, when she does finally warm up to someone, she will trust them with her whole life. She hates secrets and mysteries, as a lot of her life has been one.

 

Pearl, Near-Human:

Appearance:

White-blond hair, bright green eyes, white skin. A shimmery white top with a short skirt and leggings and lightweight metal boots.

Description:

Pearl appears like she is around sixteen. She is a biological clone of the most advanced human of the time. Her and around a hundred more of her work at Intertime, as the branch between Intertime and the general public. She is well-versed in deception, diplomacy, analyzing, time travel, science in general, and martial arts. Many of her kind were created without ethics. However, Pearlescent 99 had a secret mutation that allowed her to have them.  She wants to leave Intertime as she sees the many problems with the company and the moral trouble many of her duties give her. She rarely has emotion, she has never smiled.

Kazak, Altered Human:

Appearance: Choppy red hair, mischievous brown eyes, light skin. Wears an tattered blue shirt with Nicola Tesla on it and blue jeans and sneakers.

Description:

In a terrible time accident, Kazak, an average 21st century teenager, was transformed to have strange time manipulating powers. His new powers allow him to go anywhere and to do anything he wants to, in any time period. However, if he stays away from his power source for a long time, he will gain so much energy it will kill him and end time, and if he stays near his power source to often, it will also kill him and end time travel, so he has to alternate between the two. He uses his powers to steal items in the past and future, goofing off and not caring about the rules at all. He would most like to be a normal teenager again.

 

 

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Chapter Six: Questions and Interactions

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“Kazak…?” I stammered, stupidly. Pearl made a very quick motion towards her face, and gave a very cautious, guarded look towards Kazak. I noticed that under her facade of calmness, she looked, well, angry, and also like she was holding something back. In my peripheral vision, I noticed words flashing from the face of my watch, somewhat dulled to prevent others from reading it, that said, ” Pearl has sent you a message. The message states that not to interfere between her and this, this criminal, and to put your back to the wall and not to do anything. STAY OUT OF THIS.” I was fairly confused what was going on, so I followed, her instructions. However, if things did get bad, I was going to interfere, not matter how many tracker devices and evil robots were going to stop me. Kazak leaned against the wall, quite casually. Pearl sprinted up to and assumed a defense position in which, to me, looked like some sort of hand-to-hand combat. (Like Karate)

“Hand over your device, scratch that, hand over all your devices, and make it quick because I am this close to sending you to the nearest containment area, and perhaps an interrogation room.”

Kazak grinned flippantly, emptied out his pockets of  few candy wrappers and what looked like a twenty dollar bill, and resumed his position leaning against the wall.

Pearl gathered up the scattered objects in distaste, and left them on the floor. Then, they disappeared. Pearl stood in her defensive position, looking as confused as I felt. Nothing happened for a long time. She narrowed her eyebrows in thought as Kazak boredly looked around the room and as I had a thousand, no million, questions. Who was Pearl, Who was Kazak, where we are, what does a time dead room mean, had I time traveled, etc. Suddenly, both Kazak and Pearl looked at me and then back at each other. A conversation had started.

“Listen, I know we are risking our necks here, 99% chance of discovery, and all that, but we really need to discuss something…” Kazak again looked pointedly at me.

“You are absolutely correct on the discovery, in fact, even in this time-dead, supposedly private room where unwanted persons would not just waltz in, that we should have been, well at least that female named Violet , would have been in a high security containment room by now.” Pearl managed to look even more worried than she looked before.

Kazak replied, snarkily,”Relax. We’ll be in hot water soon enough. Likely someone is spying on us and is more curious about our conversation than to break it up. As soon as they need something, we will be in that fabled and deadly containment center which you keep referring too. Again, we should probably talk about…” More gesturing towards me.

“Agreed. But I want to keep her as untainted by time as humanely possible.” Pearl said firmly.

“I mean, most of her life revolves around time travel, but sure, delay the inevitable.” Kazak sighed and turned towards me. I perked up my ears, interested. Finally I was getting some answers! I was about to let loose the torrent of questions that was lodged in my throat, when Kazak mumbled and said, “Sorry about this, kid, I guarantee it’s for your own good.” I was about to scream, “Why?” when a familiar force began pushing against me. Everything darkened and distorted, even Pearl looked up with shock. Her face did not look pleased as she mouthed some words towards him. Suddenly, there was the flash of light, and I knew nothing.

I woke up again, sore and on a hard, metal floor, the air was cold, damp, and still, and there was nothing but darkness. My watch failed to respond to anything I did.

In a place where there was nothing but darkness, there inexplicably shone light. I looked around, and I wished for darkness again.