Keepers.

Keepers.

A Chapter by Viola
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Violet learns the truth.

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Violet sat quietly, waiting for Jazz to begin. He seemed to be in deep thought, and it troubled her. He sighed and finally began, "We are keepers, so they call us. We have control over time. For example have you ever thrown something away and then the next day the item was in the same spot?" Violet thought for a minute and then replied, "Yes, but I mean I just thought I only imagined throwing it away." Jazz smiled and said, "Yes you would because you've had no prior knowledge of your abilities. Since you have no control over it your power acts out uncontrollably. The item you threw away traveled back through time to the exact spot you remember it being at." Violet sat quiet for a moment and then said, "Come to think of it, right after I threw it away I had regretted it. It was a letter and at the time I didn't think I needed it. So your saying that because I thought of it it came back through time?" Jazz looked at her and said, "Well somewhat. We are able to manipulate time. We can do it for objects and people. I've somehwhat explained the manipulation of objects. For people, it's quite a bit different and a lot more difficult. We can travel back in time and and forward through time. All of this requires a lot more than just thinking about it though. I couldn't explain it at the moment. I'm going to take you to Mezz, he's our leader. He's agreed to train you." Violet stood up, and for a moment stared down at her legs. The sedative had finally worn off. She looked at Jazz and studied him. How could he be so calm? Her entire life was changing and she was never going to be able to get it back. Suddenly she heard Jazz speak, "Violet, there is one question I want to ask you. Do you think anyone that your close to has noticed your power?" Violet looked at him and said, "No. How could they? I didn't even notice. Why do you ask?" Jazz looked troubled, almost like he didn't want to answer. He spoke, "Because someone alerted the people who are after you. Someone you know Violet. Otherwise I honestly doubt that they would have found you so fast. We had only just noticed your powers showing." Violet frowned and said, "But who?" Jazz looked at her and said, "I have no idea to tell you the truth Violet. I hardly know more than you do, so when we go see Mezz he'll be training you as much as he will be me." Violet looked around and asked, "Could I have something to eat?" Jazz laughed and nodded.

A few hours later, after Violet got some food and a change of clothes; Jazz lead her out of the building and down to a car lot. After they got in car, she asked, "Where did you bring me?" He started the car and said, "Well we're in a small town called Listra. The people are allies to the keepers, and so they agreed to help us. I'm going to take you to Castian, our underground base. It's about 6 hours from the capital city Elisair." Violet nodded in understanding and looked out the window. Everything was changing and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to take any of it as well as Jazz thought she would. Right now she felt like she was going to collapse. In a way she did, she fell asleep a few minutes after they left. Jazz looked at her and smiled. He said to himself, "Violet I really hope your the one. Otherwise none of us will survive this."



© 2008 Viola


Author's Note

Viola
Once again please ignore grammar. It took me a little while to think of what Violet and Jazz would be. I hope you guys like the idea

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It's interesting. I'm wondering where it will go.
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