Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep
Such an annoying sound. Whoever invented the alarm clock sound should be shot. Her thoughts were grouchy and disoriented as she awoke from her deep sleep, unsure just how long she had been out. The infernal alarm was still blaring. Without opening her eyes, she lashed out and obliterated the alarm.
“Oops,” she murmured although not really caring.
After a few minutes a soft, ambient glow started to fill the room. She didn’t want to wake. All that the world could offer her was pain. She heard a woosh. That was new since last time. Blearily she opened her eyes. A section of the wall has closed in on herself revealing a doorway. In it, a couple of figures stood. Gingerly she sat herself up in bed. The time had come, apparently. She was needed, time to hear the bleak news.
“Hello Miss Aderes,” The man called. He and a woman entered then. The woman was sorting through some papers, half distracted from the conversation.
“Hello,” Aderes croaked, throat sore from lack of use, “how long has it been?”
“Oh we’ve managed for quite sometime without you. Almost one hundred and thirty years,” he replied.
“Wow. That is quite a stretch, fourth longest if memory serves.”
“Fifth,” the woman interjected, “according to the info left behind in your histories.”
Instantly Aderes didn’t like her. She wasn’t sure why. There was just something off about her. Setting it aside for the present she looked at them and said, “Well then. Why don’t we just put the pleasantries aside. We all know why you are here. You need my help, again. What threatens the world this time? Aliens? All out war? Rogue beavers?”
“Your brother,” the woman nearly spat.
“I don’t have a brother.”
“Well he certainly seems to disagree with you.”
“Who is this Brother?”
“Cormac,” the man replied, interrupting our sparring.
With just one name the memories were unlocked. A long forgotten childhood. A family erased from time. My mother in all her kindness. A father who was as stubborn as he was strong. Cousins and aunts and uncles, all surrounding one another. Next to me in the group stood a boy. A troublesome thing, but family none the less. I had loved him. He was family, how could I not. For the first time in eons I doubted whether or not I could hold back the storm. This really could be the end. My final test: the world or my family? I wasn’t sure.
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Prompt: Hero of Time: Someone is awoken from a deep slumber every time they are needed to save the world. The time has come, yet again, to save the world from evil.
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