Gage Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth, 11:37 P.M, May 3rd, 2018 A.D.
I open my bedroom window with a creak. I cringe but hear no movement is heard from the hallway.
Huh. My Amá must be extremely tired if she didn’t hear that. Lucky me.
I step onto the balcony, looking down at the two-story drop. I groan. The water bottle in my hoodie pocket sloshes.
Wait! I have wings!
Ha, I always seem to forget I have those.
Before I can unfurl them, my eyes cloud over and I’m somewhere else entirely.
“When I get out of here, Leilah, I’ll make sure I’ll cast you down to Hell!”
That’s Apá’s voice!
He’s still inside the stupid cage, but this time, the surrounding area seems more familiar. I squint at the wired fence behind the carrier, where cars could be heard driving by.
My eyes widen. I know where this is!
“Aw, poor Moonwalker can’t even help himself!” Leilah jeers, snickering into her hand. “Don’t worry, I have a plan for you. You’re going to help me into Heaven.”
“Why would I do that?” Apá sneers.
Jaylin Fermi, who’s chained up next to my father, jangles her shackles. “Why do you want to go to Heaven, anyway?” She’s an intense woman that I’ve met on only one previous occasion, but my dad trusts her with everything he’s got.
“To steal the Nera orb!”
That causes everyone inside the cage to rattle against their bars. “You leave that orb alone!” Apá shouts.
“You wish. I’m going to steal that orb, and control God Themself.”
I choke. Say what?!
“You’ll never get away with this,” Jaylin leers, her mouth twitching.
“I don’t see anyone who’s going to stop me.” Leilah smiles.
Then Leilah turns to where I’ve been standing. “Not even you, heir.”
“Selena?” Apá questions, his eyes looking past me.
“Sorry, only I can see you,” Leilah giggles. “I brought you here to witness the end of the original Moonwalkers.”
She lifts her arms, black smoke pouring out of her hands. It starts snaking its way towards my dad and his friends.
“No! Stop!” I shout, reaching out. Nothing moves. My legs are stuck!
“Then come find me, Moonwalker. Come find me and face me!” Leilah cackles. The smoke freezes mid-air. “I think you know where I am.”
Then I’m back on the balcony, dizziness making me fall onto the floor.
47th. New City! My conscience yells at me.
I grab onto the bars surrounding the balcony, lifting myself up to my feet.
I touch a hand to my face, taking deep breaths.
My eyes narrow. I’m on my way, Leilah.