The chosen flame A kingdom of fate

Jason's pov

Everywhere was in chaos, with signs of fighting all around. Cries and shouts echoed, and the scent of blood filled the air.

Sounds of fighting were coming from a distance. The sounds were indistinct, as if coming from all directions.

Heavy breathing and fighting were coming close to where I was hidden in an enclosed cellar.

The noise resembled two wounded animals fighting tenaciously. "Awol!! Awol!" A voice pierced the night, growing weaker until it stopped completely. One of the combatants had been defeated. "My lord, there is no sign of the boy," a voice growled.

"Nonsense, the general ordered you to take the baby dead or alive," another voice, authoritative, responded.

After some shuffling, "Burn the whole place," it commanded.

"Yes, sir," a raspy voice replied. That was the last thing I heard before blacking out.

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Dring! Dring! Dring!!

The sound of the alarm jolted me up from my sleep. Grumpily, I looked blindly for the alarm that was unusually very loud in my ear, like the stupid device was going to wake up the whole neighborhood. After throwing the alarm across the wall, did the noisy disturbance stop?

"Jason boy, get down here in 2 minutes!" A voice shouted.

I felt like going to throw the owner of the disturbance across the wall to meet with his counterparts, but the voice kept on coming louder in my ears, almost causing me to bleed.

I became wide awake, not after my latest nightmare flashing across my mind. They all similar but different nightmares I have been having for a time now, but recently, it's getting scary and out of place like my recent one where I was in the body of a boy.

After dressing and walking downstairs, I was half asleep.

I was jolted up like a wet rat meeting a naked wire when I saw who was seating in my house. Across the stairs, just in our dining room, sat a girl that could be said to be the most beautiful girl I had set my eyes on.

Though I am the star of my school, many pretty girls and cheerleaders have thrown themselves away countless times, but I have just not had the time to look at them twice, not to talk about humoring their advances. Only glares and grunts I use to chase them all away.

So I can be said to be new in how I am feeling because I don't have feelings for a girl, because numerous girls in their hundreds can line up just to watch me play basketball or collect my number, but I haven't given even one of them my number.

Standing there looking at her eating from what looked like a flask, I felt the anxiousness to go and confess my love for this pretty damsel sitting in our dining. A fire that I have never felt before ignited as I stood staring like a creep until a cough broke me out of my trance.

"ahh." I was shocked and turned to see my uncle's stern gaze staring back at me. I wondered how my uncle crept behind me without me knowing. I composed myself as I greeted my uncle while making my way to the kitchen.

I could strangely feel my uncle's stern eyes were still peering at me from the back disapprovingly.

"Kate," my uncle called rather loudly meet jason. Jason meet Kate, and my uncle introduced both of us.