Division

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Summary

A girl by the name of Lillian was, at the age of 15, chosen for a secret task. ALong with the 11 other girls that suffered the abuse of Marin. Lillian Vane was chosen at 15 for a secret task, along with the many other girls that had been forced to live with very strict rules and abuse, There was only one gender here, female. There were no personal items, such as clothes of your own choice or any sort of picture. Caught breaking any of these rules, Lashing with a whip to the bare back. The only thing worse than that was that each of these girls had special abilities. Some were fire angels, others were metamorphic while others Invs. Lillian was an empath. Having met a dream walker one night, Lillian decides to go the forbidden creek to meet him. The forbidden creek meaning anyone who gets caught there dies, Having a sudden turn of events, Lillan is sent across time and the 11 realms it holds to uncover the secrets of her past and that careful night that she decides to go to a forbidden creek.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Chapter 1

I had woken

again to the familiar sound of drums as the head woman walked into the room where we all slept. We meaning the girls who had been chosen for the task. The task, none of us knew what that had meant, but we were certain it wasn't all fun and games. Not meaning to be lashed again, I'd lazily rolled out of my pallet and dressed in a leather bodysuit that the other 11 girls had also been forced to wear. My waist-length black hair was pulled into a high ponytail as I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time in 2 years. I had a very slim face and small nose with big amber eyes and few blemishes. Purposely not speaking to anyone, including Jordan, my best friend whom was grabbing her dagger and sword before she walked out into the training area, I quickly slipped out of the house and ran to the creek. The creek where nobody ever went and anyone who was caught there got themselves an automatic death sentence. The creek where he'd said he'd be. The dream walker. Me, I'm an empath. I can tell when people are lying and with great difficulty can read their minds. My friend, Conner , is a dream walker. Although he doesn't even know me yet, he only knows about me but Im sure we'd be great friends. As I approached the creek I hear what sounding like thousands of people running. Confused and slightly alarmed I'd turn around, grabbing my bow off of my back and setting my senses. What I saw was worse than the thousand deaths that anyone could have died. What I saw...it was enough to rip my soul apart. And I found, as I continued to stare at the scene that was unwillingly being refused by my eyes, that it was very difficult not to scream. I saw a wall of everyone I cared about, even if conflicted, dead. The blood was seeping through the ground and in the distance I could have sworn that I heard a faint howl but what came next was so disaperating that I probably was mistaken. Just 15 minutes ago the ground from where I stood looked as though it fell from the earth and was replaced by light. I light so blinding that, After I'd looked at it I felt my body hit the ground as I lost consciousness. All was well now, as here I had no feelings.