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       Arcane's Request of Zakir
       By: M- Date: November 11, 2011, 5:16 am
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       Vibrations. That was all he could feel. The vibrations caused by
       rain, footsteps, a fallen leaf or twig and the occasional
       branch. Even voices caused vibrations. That's all he had now. He
       needed nothing more. Vibrations could never harm him. Nothing
       could. Not the heat, not the cold, not the people and animals
       that passed by. The seasons held no sway over him any longer.
       Becoming relaxed, he drifted off into memory.
       
       His pounded head awoke him. As he opened his eyes and scanned
       the area, he realized he was in a small room in his school.
       Sleeping at the desk next to him was his best friend in the
       entire world. "Hey, T-Dog. Wake up." He shook his friend awake
       and spoke in a soft voice. "What, Zakir?" Thankful that his
       friend was only sleeping, Zakir smiled. Soon, the eight other
       teens in the room woke up. The room filled with questions. How
       did they get here? Why were they here? None of them noticed the
       change they all went through. Not until the youngest girl
       gasped. She pointed to her friend next to her. Her friend had
       what looked like a star just above her left eyebrow. Now they
       all realized they had their own marks. Zakir and T-Dog looked at
       one another. Zakir was shocked to see that his friend had a
       water drop on his forehead. "Nice Zakir", his friend has said
       and began to laugh. Soon, the door flew open and a tall,
       muscular man entered the room with ten assistants. He mentioned
       that large, scaly beasts had been attacking the town and the ten
       of them, the students, were selected to end the crisis and that
       they had all been Marked by a symbol that represented what
       ability they had. The assistants went to each of them, handing
       the teen white tee shirts and black pants. The man said they
       were to change and meet him in the gym for training.
       
       It was in the changing room that Zakir seen his Mark. A pink
       rose on his upper cheek, just under the corner of his eye. No
       wonder T-Dog had laughed at him. In the gym, the Marked Ones, as
       they were called, stood side by side as the large man paced in
       front of them, examining them. Of course he laughed at Zakir as
       well. Zakir wasn't the most intimidating of boys. He was only
       5'6" and weighed 125lbs. His dirty blonde hair usually hung over
       his deep blue eyes. His new attire hung loosely over his small
       frame. He could feel someone looking at him. When the man walked
       away, Zakir glanced down the row and saw the girl who first
       pointed out the Marks. Hers was a small heart on her left cheek.
       Much like him, she only had one friend, but unlike him, nothing
       was known about her. Even her friend never spoke of her. Now,
       with the heart Mark, she was nicknamed Charm. The man yelled at
       the largest boy of the group to step forward. The arrogant jock
       did as he was instructed. The man drew a gun and shot the jock.
       Screams echoed through the gym. This time, it was Zakir who
       noticed what had happened. Just before the bullet hit the jock,
       the jock's body became coated in what appeared to be a thick
       metal coating. Knowing he would be stepping out of line by
       moving from the spot, Zakir was ready to accept his punishment,
       but everyone else seemed stunned by what they had seen. Zakir
       stepped forward and turned to his fellow Marked Ones. He
       explained what the large man had already explained. Each Mark
       represented an element of some sort. Metal, water, rock, fire,
       electricity, wind, light, darkness, and nature. But one stood
       out. Charm. As punishment, the large man cut Zakir's arm with a
       combat knife. Charm had come running to him and touched his
       wound. Then Zakir realized that her power was healing. They were
       instructed to pair up and test their abilities. But they never
       got the chance.
       
       The scaly beasts had forced their way into the gym and the teens
       scattered. None of them were prepared for what was happening.
       Ironically, it was the jock, with the power of metal, that was
       killed first. One by one, the Marked Ones fell, surprisingly
       taken some of the beasts down, until only Zakir, T-Dog, and
       Charm were left. T-Dog was attacked and Zakir rushed to his best
       friends side as the beasts surrounded the three. Zakir wasn't
       one to cry, but the sight of his only friend dying was enough to
       make tears flow from his eyes. Charm tried to heal T-Dog, but
       she was attacked and her head was severed. Zakir felt something
       strange happen. Was some of his friend's powers transferred by
       mistake? Before he could find out, everything went black.
       
       Now, four years later, with the Raptor Crisis now over, Zakir
       sat alone, in the center of a forest. His toes and fingers were
       planted in the ground and he was surrounded by a large round
       wall of poison tipped thorns, with only a small crack for
       sunlight to get through. Zakir had grown since then into a 21
       year old man and due to his ability to control nature, his body
       acted like a plant. He kept himself rooted in the soil and grew
       as a plant would. He had gained weight and grew by two inches.
       Now he was 146lbs and 5'8". It was here that he waited. But for
       what?
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