Copyright 2016 by Kyle Amador

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To my precious and wonderful daughter

Nevaeh Amador. You are without a doubt the
apple of my eye, as well as the reason why I
had decided to write this book. You have
inspired me beyond human words kiddo! I
fervently love you with all that I am, forever &
always.
This book is also dedicated to the millions of
people out there, who are needing some
inspiration and motivation in their lives. I want
to encourage you that you are not alone in life,
no matter what obstacles, trials, or storms you
may be possibly going through at the moment.
Remember there is someone who genuinely
cares about you unconditionally, and he will
always see you through in life.

In writing The Tenacious Five, I was extremely

elated

about

individuals

the

possibility

through

the

of

reaching

propagation

of

storytelling in books.
This book is for the vast amount of people out
there

who

are

zealous

fans

of

the

fantasy/fiction genre, and for those that simply

just enjoy reading a good book.
The very first concept of The Tenacious Five
came to me when I was in my early teens. I was
eagerly thrilled about writing my first ever
novella book for people to read.
I can still clearly reminisce when I was just a
young

teenager

going

through

all

the

heartaches, and storms a typical teen normally

goes through in that moment of his or her
young life.
To escape the real world for a while, I would
read books such as: Edgar Rice Burroughs

John

Carter

series.

C.S.

Lewiss

The

Chronicles of Narnia, and J.R.R. Tolkiens

Lord of the Rings trilogy. My mind could
escape reality for a few hours and get lost in
the enchanting realms of Narnia, the planet
Barsoom, and the lands of Middle-Earth.
Reading planted a foundation inside me, that
began the frame-work for me becoming the
influential, impacting, and creative writer that
I am today.
The purpose of my book is to captivate the
readers imagination, plant seeds of inspiration
in their minds, reach their hearts, and to give
them a sense of hope

y name is David Sullivan. Im just

your average everyday teenager
with problems of his own, whos
just trying to figure out who he is

in this crazy world. I attend Bellingham High,

located here in the state of Washington. Karter
Harris, Rebecca Emerson, Adara Johnson, and
Ethan Conway are my best friends.
All five us are currently Sophomores, living
together with our adopted father (Kevin) who
is a well-respected Airline Captain.
The five of us are more like close brothers and
sisters than we are friends, even though the
five us are not related in anyway. I would say
we became a lot closer that unforgettable night
we encountered Avram the Great from the

seventh dimension (also known as Eslzter), at

Larrabee Park. Funny enough that was also the
night Karter coined the term The Tenacious
Five.
I can remember way back always having these
peculiar dreams when I was just about seven
years old. I would wake up terrified in a state
of fear, with my bed sheets completely covered
with heaps of sweat ferociously dripping from
my body. These particular dreams had haunted
me for a while, thats until I turned sixteen and
they unexpectedly disappeared entirely from
my life.
I later found out that the rest of the group had
also experienced similar dreams to the one I
had once experienced, but no one ever really
liked talking about them.
Growing up as kid was rigorous to say the
least. I literally felt all alone in this universe
both internally as well as externally. I felt
angry at the world and at everyone around me.
I was mostly angry at God.
You see when I was eight years old my parents
were killed in a bizarre car accident on their

way to see me in my school play. A year earlier

my younger brother Todd had died in a freak
accident at my Aunt Sophias house.
My aunt was watching him for the day, but had
to go upstairs just for a few seconds to change
her clothes, she must have forgotten that the
back sliding door was wide open because Todd
was back there playing with his ball, tossing it
up high into the air playing catch with himself.
He didnt look at where he was walking, and
had accidently gotten his feet tangled up with
the pool hose. Todd feel backwards into the
pool head first and drowned. Just like that he
was forever gone from my parents, this world,
and from me.
A few months after the accident my folks and I
moved

away

from

South

Carolina,

to

Bellingham Washington, where my dad then

received the opportunity to teach in Seattle, at
the University of Washington.
My mother was a self-dedicated entrepreneur
as well as a professional writer.
As for me I was a messed up kid trying to get
over my brothers death, the feeling of being

overwhelmed,

as

well

as

being

nervous

starting a new life and meeting new people. I

eventually bounced back to reality and started
to become normal once again. I gradually made
new friends, played sports, and began to enjoy
life like I once had.
Unfortunately,

that

didnt

last

too

long,

everything changed the day officer Galenski,

and Ms. Meyers (my drama teacher) pulled me
to the side of the school building, and shared
the news of my parents sudden tragic death to
me.
I stood there paralyzed with a grimacing face,
trying to hold back the tears that were
inevitably swelling up in my eyes.
I felt the air starting to dissipate from my cold
helpless body, the hurt was raging inside of me
like a storm raging on viciously destroying
everything in its path. Time itself began to slow
down all around me, my soul began to ache,
and mourn with deep sadness for the loss of
both my parents, my brother Todd, and the
simple fact that no one cared for me.

At that moment everything went silent for what

seemed like an eternity, eventually everything
went pitch black.
Did I just blackout? Am I dead? Was I
consciously or subconsciously in a different
reality? Was I dreaming? Was this Heaven?
Perhaps this was Hell? All of these questions
were frantically pouring out of my mind.
Suddenly, everything began to change. I was in
the midst of the most beautiful, lushes, and
majestic looking forest that I had ever seen. My
eyes were astonished to say the very least.
I was captivated by the beauty of this forest, I
began

to

curiously

walk

around

gazing

arbitrarily at the gargantuan gentle trees

(which were at least three times bigger than
the trees found in the Redwood Forest).
As I walked deeper, and deeper into the forest
I could hear what sounded like a mans voice
shouting out to me, David! David! Its time!
His

voice

was

extremely

peculiar

and

authoritative in a gentle way; it was calming to

say the least.

Thereafter the voice began to faintly whisper

David! David! I have chosen you. Its time to
wake up. Hearing those words repeatedly in
my head over and over they soon begin to
disappear,

and

then

the

strangest

thing

happened.
The whole forest gradually began to vanish,
until there was nothing around me except the
literal color white. To my astonishment I was
not alone anymore, standing before me face to
face stood the most glorious, indescribable,
and yet terrifying (it was only terrifying to me
at the moment, because my mind, and eyes
could not comprehend the magnitude of the
identify of what I was staring at) object that I
have ever laid eyes on.
The stature of this object was approximately
eight feet tall. This object was extremely
radiant with the colors of purple, gold, and
silver illuminating from the base. It also had
twelve shiny stars rotating counterclockwise
occupying the very top.

This object was not transparent in anyway, and

did not resemble any physical attributes to
humans or animals.
The only comparisons that I can accurately
attempt

to

compare

it

to

would

be

to

geometrical shapes, but even that would be

extremely extensive, as well as miserable
trying to explain.
At this moment I knew had to be dreaming
even though the dream itself was quite vivid in
every way. I just had to be, it was the only
logical explanation as to what was going on.
Now I dont know if this object could read my
mind, or if I was just hallucinating, but it
responded to me the instant I had thought that
(it was as if this object was a telepath, reading
my mind) thought in my head.
That voice I recognized it! I had thought it was
a humans voice that I heard earlier calling out
to me, but it was indeed this objects voice. How
could it be I thought to myself?
Then it responded to me once more, answering
the thoughts I had just mentally contrived.

You are not hallucinating stated the object,

nor are you dreaming, you are in the seventh
dimension David.
The seventh dimension? How is that even
possible? And how the heck did he know my
name? How do you know my name? I
shouted!
There was nothing but dead silence for a few
minutes, so I shouted again how do you know
my name!!, still nothing but silence followed
my echoing unanswered question.
Unexpectedly

out

of

nowhere

something

tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around

rather slowly, being the pessimistic individual
that I am, I anticipated the worse possible
thoughts imaginable, but to my surprise it was
a man (around the age of 33) dressed in a
purple and gold type of armor.
His

armor

approximately

looked
twelve

like
red

silk,
stars

and

had

rotating

counterclockwise on it. He was eight feet tall,

and had a very pleasant face to him. And for
some odd reason, he did not wear any shoes on
his feet.

Just as I was about to muster up the words

hello, he beat me to the punch. Hello David,
my name is Avram. I am from a place called
Eslzter, what you humans refer to as the
seventh dimension. I have been watching you
David. I have specifically chosen you for whats
to come in the next seven years.
Your planet (earth) will be visited by a foul
beast by the name of Zeviathan, who is a
powerful, and dark demon from the seventh
realm.
It is up to you, and the other four with the help
of the Garva stones to protect the human race,
and all living things from the
sinister Zeviathan, and his fleet of helliondemons the Nephilims.
I tried comprehending everything that Avram
had told me, but my mind at the moment
wasnt capable of processing the perpetual
amount of information rapidly coming in.
Avram knew all of this, and kindly gestured
with his hands to come closer to him. I
hesitated at first, but then for some reason I
awkwardly stepped forward with a feeling of

fervent eagerness. Avram then placed his

massive hands on my shoulders, looked deep
into my eyes, and whispered the most powerful
words that Ill never-ever forget.
I instantly awoke to an unfamiliar room, the
light was dimmed very low, and my eyes were
in a bit of a blur, but I could still determine that
I had no reconciliation of where I was.
My eyes were slowly trying to readjust to the
environment,

attempting

to

acclimate

themselves to the dimmed unfamiliar room. I

soon realized that I was inside a hospital room,
laying on a hospital bed, with hospital IV lines,
and tubes hooked up to my body.
I thought to myself, I must have been
dreaming

the

whole

time,

my

sub

consciousness must have creatively made

everything up. Avram, the mystical forest, and
the prophecy of what Avram had propagated to
me.
Wait a second!? It couldnt have been a dream,
because for once in my life I genuinely felt at
peace with myself.

I wasnt scared any more, the anger that had

once been raging deep inside me was no longer
raging inside of me. I no longer felt the hurt
that was once consuming, and resining in my
soul. I dont know how else to explain it, but in
my heart I knew it wasnt a dream, in fact it
was the opposite, it was the realist, and mostsurest thing that I have ever experienced in
life.
Five minutes later two nurses casually walked
into my room, and were surprised to see me.
The much younger nurse bolted out of the
room as if she had just seen a ghost. The older
nurse approached me with enthusiasm, and
with an infectious smile. She placed her
hand on top of mine, and said welcome back
David.
A few seconds later a grey-bearded doctor,
with funny looking glasses walked into my
room with the younger nurse from before. The
three of them began to huddle up, and quietly
consult among themselves. The middle-aged
doctor made his way towards me, while both
the nurses exited the room. My name is

Doctor Patterson, and you have been with us at

St. Josephs Hospital for the past seven years.
What!? I shouted!! What happened to me?
David this might be hard for you to understand,
but you have been in a comma for the last
seven years. You hit your head on the ground,
after blacking out at school. You damaged a
part

of

your

brain

called

the

reticular

activating system, which is the main part

responsible for regulating wakefulness, and
sleep-wake transitions.
David you came into this hospital at the age of
eight, you are now fifteen years old, and a lot
has changed in the world since youve been a
comma.
I called your adopted father Kevin, to let him
know your awake and he is currently on his
way.
Do you have any questions for me David?
Most people in my situation, in that particular
moment, probably would have jumped at the
opportunity

of

getting

their

questions

answered, but as for me not so much. No I

replied, but I sure would like to know what I

look like now.
Doctor Patterson just chuckled, of course you
can. He went over to the cabinet drawer, and
pulled out what looked to be a medium sized
handheld mirror.
Now David remember your appearance has
physically gone through some major changes
over the last seven years, are you sure youre
ready for this? Anxiety started to trickle
throughout my body, yes I replied.
He handed me the mirror, I slowly began to
raise the mirror higher, and higher towards my
face. Im not sure why, but I was feeling a bit
trepidatious as the mirror was getting closer to
reveal my face. Two seconds later I was staring
at an unfamiliar face.
My first thought was I definitely did not look
like an eight-year-old boy anymore. My second
thought (without sounding to conceited) was
that I actually had a decent face to look at,
especially for one that I hadnt recognized
before.

While staring at myself for a few minutes I had

this sudden and urgent need to use the
bathroom. Patterson alerted the nurses, and
the both of them helped carry me to the
bathroom because the muscles in my legs had
not been properly used in a while.
It l had taken me about three in a half minutes
of peeing before, I was finally all done. I
washed up, and the nurses helped me back to
my bed.
I ended up taking about a fifteen-minute
snooze, and then one of the nurses woke me
up, and gave me some lunch to eat. I cant
reminisce exactly what it was, but I think it was
like garlic mashed-potatoes, white rice, and a
side of steamed vegetables.
Shortly after I finished my lunch, an unfamiliar
man dressed in a captain airline uniform
humbly walked into my room. Hello David, my
name is Kevin, and I am your adopted father.
I was good friends with your father and
mother, but You were probably too young at
the time to remember seeing me around. I had
the opportunity of meeting you on a few

occasions. Your father and I were really close,

he had asked me to take care of you incase
anything were to ever happened to either your
mother or himself, and I agreed to it.
David I know I cant replace your mother and
father thats not my attentions, but I do
promise to take care of you, to always be a
good father towards you, and most importantly
to love you unconditionally. How does that
sound David? I smiled at him, and asked
when can we go home dad?
Exactly one week later the hospital finally
deemed me healthy enough to go home with
my new dad which was a relief because, I was
going mentally crazy cooped up in that hospital
room.
The car ride home was a little awkward only
because neither of us were quite sure on what
to say, but I could tell that the both of us were
elated on the inside.
We got to our destination which was a good
thirty to forty minutes away from the hospital.
I wasnt sure what to expect from my new
home, I guess, I just pictured an ordinary

looking house. I certainly guessed wrong

because this was not just any ordinary house.
My dad neglected to tell me because he said it
wasnt important enough to tell me but three
months ago he had won millions of dollars on a
lucky winning lottery ticket. And when it was
all said and done, and he had given the IRS
their portion of course he purchased the
mansion (my new home) and a few other
things. He was left with three point sixteen
million dollars.
Technically the place that dad purchased was
called an Old English Country House in
England its considered a large house and here
in the United States we just call it a mansion.
This mansion had to be at least three times
bigger than any other house that I had lived in
from before. I still couldnt believe it, the
biggest house that I had ever lived in was the
one my parents had owned, and that only had
two bedrooms and one big bathroom. Todd and
I had to share one of the bedrooms, while my
parents shared the other room.

The inside of this mansion had six bedrooms,

three full bathrooms, one ginormous library
full of books, and fancy pieces of art that were
imported from all around the world. There was
also a down stairs man-cave stocked with fancy
furniture, a Olhausen Hampton Pool Table in
the center of the room. Two ping-pong tables,
a foosball table, a bar area (for my dad, and his
friends of course), two popcorn machine
makers (like the ones you would normally see
at the movie theaters).

An indoor bowling

alley, a full size kitchen as well as bathroom.

Lastly, there was the mansion movie theater,
which could seat approximately forty people at
a time.
The very upstairs was the largest part of the
mansion (the five of us called it the meeting
room, because we would usually meet up there
for our many important group meetings to
come) it was mainly for hosting our friends,
guest, for the simple get-togethers we would
have occasionally.
In the backyard we had a swimming pool,
which was about half the size of an actual

Olympic-sized swimming pool. And across from

the swimming pool was a Jacuzzi that seated
six to seven people, and to the left of the of the
Jacuzzi was a brand new Weber Genesis
propane gas, stainless steel grill. Altogether
the backyard was approximately fifty-seven
thousand six-hundred square feet, a little more
than an acre.
The very front of the house stood a very large
circular fountain centered in the very middle of
the drive way with two large marble stoned
lions on each side glaring at each other. To my
knowledge there were no garages for the cars
to be parked in, but there was a medium sized
airplane hangar, for my dads single propped
airplane, and all his miscellaneous things.
After spending a good hour, or so with my dad
showing me around the house we made our
way to the kitchen, and ended up making some
delicious sandwiches (which we both inhaled,
as if we had been starving for days on a
deserted island) from left over rotisserie
chicken,

with

sriracha

sauce,

pickles,

tomatoes, pepper jack cheese, guacamole

spread, and a slice of lettuce smothered on top.
When we got done eating our lunch, we
washed it down with some ice-cold homemade
lemonade that was prepared from the day
before.
Feeling satisfied, I began to get very sleepy, I
told my dad I was going to go laydown in my
room for a bit; he said that was okay, he had
some errands to run in the meantime, and a
few surprises to pick up for me as well.
As I made my way to my room (which happened
to be last one near the hallway) I couldnt help
but notice that the four rooms before reaching
mine were each distinct and unique from each
other.
For starters each bedroom door was labeled
with

different

names:

Karter

Harris,

Rebecca Emerson, Adara Johnson, and

Ethan Conway. All four bedrooms each had
different personalities as well as smells.
Karters room for instant had an ample amount
of sport posters plastered all over the walls
(like the Seattle Seahawks, Vancouver

Canucks, Los Angeles Dodgers, and a poster of

Kobe Bryant. There was athletic clothing and
gear laying on the ground, and sport trophys
proudly displaying on the shelves for everyone
to see.
Rebeccas room

was immaculate

looking,

illuminated with vivid bright colors, full of

books, feminized with girly posters, makeup,
clothes, and her room had the most enticing
aromas; unlike Karters room.
Adaras room was by far the coolest looking
with a science fiction theme going on, and a
giant disco ball hanging from the middle of the
ceiling. There were books about fighting styles,
self-defense movies, and tons of hats displayed
on the shelves.
Ethans room was a normal looking room,
although there was one picture of a mysterious
beautiful woman tacked to the side of the wall,
and the room almost had a molasses smell to
it.
I think the strangest thing that I noticed in all
four rooms that seemed a little out of place
were the giant egg shaped stones. Each stone

had a large roman numeral engraved on the

front.
Ethans stone was marked five, Adaras was
marked four, Karters three, and Rebeccas
two. But where was number one at? And what
did these numbers represent I thought? I
finally got to my room, kicked off my shoes,
turned off the lights, and collapsed on my bed.
I laid there for about five to ten minutes
pondering everything that had happened to me
in my life, and thinking mentally what was up
with the rooms and those egg shaped stones,
before passing out entirely.
What had woken me up was the sound of loud
commotion coming from my room, standing
next to my bed were four other teens about the
same age as me. They were just staring at me
(as if I were an alien from another planet)
waiting patiently for me to fully wake up and
come to my senses.
Well are you all just going to sit there, and
stare at me I shouted with a sarcastic voice.
My

dad

was

standing

behind

them

unnoticeable to the four of them and spoke up.

David there is something I havent told you

yet. What Im about to tell you might sound a
bit preposterous, scary, and even confusing to
comprehend, but I promise you its all true.
A long story short, a deity from the seventh
dimension made contact with me in a vision
over two, and a half years ago. His name was
Avram, and he prophesized to me what would
come to be in the next seven years to earth and
all of mankind if I didnt find the five Garva
stones, and the five chosen ones destined for
this very moment.
It was not by chance that I knew your mom and
dad, or had the opportunity of adopting the five
of you without any complications, finding the
five Garva stones, nor was it by chance that I
had won millions of dollars on a lucky fivedollar lottery ticket.
Everything

up

to

this

point

has

been

preordained by Avram himself, it is up to you

to embrace your destiny David, and to become
the leader that you have always been destined
to be.

Hearing all that my dad had to say to me was

gratifying and reassuring to say the least. It
proved that what I had experienced with
Arvam wasnt my imagination pulling a cruel
and malicious trick on me, but was indeed real;

just as real as you and I are.

he name is Rebecca Emerson. I am

currently thirteen years old, and this
will officially be my seventh attempt at
trying to run away from home. Theres

a saying, home is where you live, but that

doesnt mean its where you feel loved and
that basically sums up how I felt growing up
after the death of my mother. But that changed
drastically that pivotal night the five of us
encountered Avram the Great from the
seventh dimension.
The five of us had experienced surreal, and
unique dreams, each equally different with
Avram in the past. But this was the first time
collectively, as a group we all experienced, and
shared the same memory with Avram. That was

also the night we presented the Garva stones

to Avram, which he then bestowed special
powers to the five of us.
I grew up in the little town of Fairhaven,
located in Ohio. There are roughly around two
thousand people that live here including
myself. There isnt much to do here, unless you
like rodeos, playing chicken with the farm
tractors, and of course the occasional cow
tipping in the middle of the night.
The majority of the people that live here in
Fairhaven

are

hard-working,

respectable

farmers who tend to keep to themselves, but

we

also

have

the

chauvinistic,

ignorant,

prejudice rednecks that are always instigating

some

type

of

trouble

with

someone

or

something.
My father worked at the local warehouse
factory as one of the managers, and my mother
worked her butt off, as a bartender at the
Shasta Tavern a fairly popular bar in the
middle of downtown. Everybody in town that
knew my mother admired her for her beauty,

wittiness, hardworking ethics, morals, as well

as her great sense of humor.
The majority of people that I run into say Im a
spitting image of my mother, but physically I
think I resemble more of my dad, specifically
his sharp pointy shaped nose, tiny round ears,
and dark peaceful green eyes.
All in all, growing up in Fairhaven wasnt too
bad, at least when I was younger it wasnt. I
can vividly remember both of my parents being
madly in love with one another, and they
fervently loved me unconditionally. We would
always take family trips to the neighboring
states, go fishing out at the lake, have
memorable picnics in the park, but my favorite
memories were the times we would go on our
spontaneous

country

drives,

they

always

seemed perpetual as well as dreamy.

That was back in the day though, long before
my mother was cold heartedly murdered by a
criminal. I was just about nine at the time of
her death.
My father was supposed to pick her up late one
night from work, but had to work a twelve-hour

shift, so my mother made the rational decision

just to go ahead and walk home (we only lived
about seven miles from the bar, and she
absolutely loved her late night walks getting
lost in her thoughts, and gazing up at the stars
admiring their beauty) all by herself. But that
particular night she never made it home.
Early the very next morning Sheriff Thomas
knocked on our front door. I answered the
door, and he politely asked if my father was
home. No I replied, hes supposed to be home
anytime though.
Coincidentally at that moment my dad pulled
up in his old Chevy work truck, and was
dumbfounded as to what was going on. Good
morning sheriff, is there something I can help
you with? I couldnt make out exactly what
was being said, but my intuition (gut feeling)
was telling me something was terribly wrong,
and it all had to do with my mother not coming
home last night.
The moment my dad fell to his knees, and
began to cry hysterically with loud moans of
heartache and agony; thats when my heart

stopped, I knew my mother was never coming

back no matter how bad I wanted her back in
my life, I knew she was forever gone from our
lives.
Apparently from what the sheriff told us my
mother was murdered by a random drifter who
was looking to score some money and drugs
that night. My mother being the woman she
was refused to give him anything, and for that
he shot her twice in the chest.
Four years have passed since the murder of my
mother. My father and I still never talk about
that gloomy day, its too painful for either of us
to bring up. My father and I hardly speak to
each other anymore and our relationship has
drastically deteriorated over the years. I think
deep down I still secretly hate my father, and
blame him for my mothers death, if he would
have just picked her up that night she would
still be here with us today, and life would be
like it once had been: wonderful!
Today is my birthday, I am now thirteen years
old, so Im officially a teenager yay! Youd think
I would be happy on my birthday but nowadays

its hard trying to find something to be happy

about.
My father constantly works now, so hes hardly
around the house anymore. I cant complain
today though, he did leave me a fancy birthday
card with three hundred, and fifty dollars in it.
He also made me a homemade carrot cake (my
mother had always made a me carrot cake on
my previous birthdays for me, since it was my
favorite cake) with white cream frosting, and a
little orange carrot allocated on the very top.
I had a well thought out plan, as to what I was
going to spend my money on. Saving up
throughout the years I had accumulated about
three thousand dollars in my piggy bank, not
including the three fifty dollars my father gave
me today. My plan was to run away from home
for the seventh and last time.
The six times before that I didnt make it too
far before being caught by the police and
escorted back home. My father had also caught
me a couple of times trying to sneak out my
bedroom window. But this time I had perfect

idea of where I was running away to, and

where I would start a new life for myself.
Mother had always wanted to visit Seattle
Washington, for the longest time it was a
dream of hers to eventually move there and to
see the space needle in person but she never
got the opportunity to live that dream.
I decided to take it upon myself and live that
dream out for her. My father never knew about
this simple because she did not want to upset
him and make him feel like living here in
Fairhaven, Ohio wasnt a good enough life for
the three of us.
All I needed to do was to purchase a one-way
ticket

from

Ohio,

to

Seattle

off

of

the

Greyhound bus site scheduled for a Friday

because my dad would be working a twelve
hour shift that day.
I had already told him the day before that I
would be spending the night at my friend
Katies house for a girls sleep over party, and
that I would be back late Sunday afternoon. By
the time my father suspects something I will
already be halfway in Seattle.

The ticket ended up costing me nearly two

hundred dollars, and I spent another one
hundred dollars on snacks and beverages for
the long trip ahead of me. I also purchased a
really nice and affordable backpack, as well as
a couple of light warm microfiber blankets, and
some new clothes for the rainy city that I would
soon call my new home.
After everything was all said and done I spent
a grand total of six hundred and fifty dollars
that left me with two thousand, and seven
hundred dollars. More than enough to find a
place for rent, or to find a roommate to live
with for a while, until I can get on my own two
feet.
I spent the entire day packing, and sifting
through all my stuff in my room contemplating
what would go with me and what would stay
behind. Organizing my backpack and getting
everting perfectly situated in it was a bit of a
hassle and quite tedious to say the least.
Finally, after finishing all my packing I still
needed to write my father a goodbye letter.

It had taken me a few attempts just to write

what I wanted to say because it never came out
the way I had imagined it, but eventually I was
satisfied after the twelfth time of writing it out.
My father came home early today, because he
wanted to spend some time with me on my
birthday.
He asked if I wanted to watch a movie and
order some pizza for the night, I said sure dad
sounds good even though deep down I cringed
with hostility. We ended up watching An
Affair to Remember one of my mothers alltime favorites, and we ordered my favorite
pizza from Papa Murphys the gourmet
chicken garlic kind.
When the movie was done, I hopped into the
shower, brushed my teeth, kissed my dad
goodnight, and then headed off to bed.
That night I could not sleep though, I was
restless and full of anxiety waiting for my new
life to begin already. The alarm clock displayed
it was two in the morning, that meant my dad
would be waking up in just three hours to head
off to work for his twelve-hour shift. I made

sure I set my alarm at the appropriate time on

my alarm clock that way I would not accidently
over sleep and foolishly miss my bus. When my
alarm set off it was one thirty p.m. in the
afternoon which meant there was about three
in half hours to kill before I had to be at the
Greyhound bus station.
I got up and headed into the kitchen, to my
surprise there was a huge brown box laying in
the middle of the kitchen floor with a bright red
shiny ribbon on top.
Displayed on the front of the box were the
words Do not open until you get there, how
strange was this a practical joke that my father
was pulling on me? Did he know about my plan
to run away?
Sitting there dumbfounded, eating my morning
breakfast (which happened to be Blueberry
Pop Tarts) just starring at the box pondering
the possibilities of what might be inside this
box was fueling my curiosity.
Just as I was about to open the box the phone
suddenly began to ring, figuring it was for my
father I let it continue to ring.

Once more the phone began to ring this time I

picked up hello nothing but dead silence,
hello I said with a much sterner voice.
Hello,

is

Fairhaven

this
Ohio?

Rebecca
For

Emerson
few

from

seconds

reluctantly hesitated to answer the unfamiliar

voice but without thinking I said yes it is, may
I ask who this is please?
Click!!!, the phone disconnected instantly the
person on the other line rudely had just hung
up on me or they lost connection, either way I
was pretty pissed! Noticing the clock, I had
about an hour in half to get to the bus station
before my bus would arrive.
I grabbed the letter that I written the night
before for my father and placed it on his bed
propping it up next to his pillow that way he
would clearly see it as he walked in. As I was
heading out of my fathers room I inadvertently
spotted a picture of my mother and him posing
in one of those kissing booths that you would
normally find inside a mall or a game arcade
room. They looked so happy together, at that

moment that picture reminded me just how

much I truly missed her.
The buildup of all the pain, hurt, and, anger
that I was harboring inside of me over the last
four years was beginning to erupt and soon
spill out of me like an active volcano ready to
explode. Before, I knew it warm salty tears
were rolling down my cheeks. Gravity pulled
me to my knees and without any explanation I
began to weep.
Curled up in a ball laying on the ground crying
for what seemed like hours (in actuality it was
more like a few minutes) helped me to release
a lot of what I was feeling on the inside. I felt
better about myself afterwards. Finding the
motivation, I got up went to bathroom cleaned
myself up, put on one of my new outfit that I
had bought from Target. Next I grabbed my
backpack containing my life, took one last look
around the house and walked straight out the
front door without ever looking bad.
I arrived at the bust station fifteen minutes
early just enough time to buy myself two deli
pizza pockets, a bag of chips, and a liter of cold

water to wash it all down. The bus had finally

arrived, the driver was an old plumped man
with salt and pepper hair slicked back to the
side, with a long cowboy mustache that curled
at the tips, and he wore super thick glasses.
The bus driver started to check for everybodys
tickets and ids, luckily I had put on some
makeup from earlier too make me look older
than I actually was, that way no one would
question a thirteen-year-old girl traveling all by
herself.
He got to me and asked how old are you
honey? And where are you heading? I lied and
told him Im sixteen years old sir, and I am
headed to Seattle Washington, to visit my sick
mother for a couple of weeks. He then looked
over my ticket with careful examination,
looked up at me and said okay looks good, go
ahead and find a seat.
We had to wait a few seconds just in case
someone eventually decided show up late.
Nobody else ended up showing, so the bus
started to gradually leave the station and we
were off to Seattle.

Knowing the bus trip would take a few days to

reach its destination (Seattle), I decided I
would take a good nap. I grabbed my backpack
pulled out my microfiber blanket, my small
inflatable pillow, got comfy and instantly fell
asleep.
When I awoke we were already in the State of
Illinois, which meant I had slept for nearly six
hours straight give or take. I was getting
hungry, so I decided to open up my bag of
potato chips, a banana, and some beef jerky.
It was time for us to make one of our bus stops
in the next seven to eight minutes. As soon as
we got there we were allowed to stretch our
legs for about ten minutes. I was able to use
the nearest gas stations bathroom to freshen
up a bit, and to grab myself a full course meal
for dinner. By the time we were back on the
road it was almost night time again.
I started to read a few chapters of Pride &
Prejudice, by Jane Austin. That was my
second favorite book of all time. But my
favorite book in the whole wide world, the one
that I could read over and over again is The

Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, by C.S.

Lewis. It is also part of The Chronicles of
Narnia series which I absolutely adore. I can
still vividly remember my father reading these
books to me each and every night before
bedtime. Of course thats when I was just a
little girl though. Thats probably one of the
main reasons why Im so fond of them to this
day, its a nostalgic feeling.
I eventually feel back to sleep around eleven
p.m., but I kept nodding off and on every other
hour because the bus always seemed to be
hitting some type of bump in the middle of the
road. I woke up around eight in the morning,
and asked the woman sitting next to me where
we were exactly? She replied we just entered
Denver Colorado.
I looked out my window and saw the sun
shining beautifully over the mountains. My
mind drifted to my grandpa, who was a major
diehard fan of the Denver Broncos. My father
and I are zealous Green Bay Packers fans for
life though, and my mother enjoyed the Seattle
Seahawks.

Colorado was extremely cold. I seriously had to

put on my heaviest jacket a thick sweater plus,
a beanie just to stay lukewarm (thank goodness
for the heaters on the bus.)
The next bus stop was at a local caf lodge
restaurant. They were serving hot breakfast
with chocolate chip pancakes, and a side of
orange juice. You also had the option of
ordering cold breakfast as well, with a side of
fruit and yogurt.
What I was really in the mood for though, was
for a Mexican breakfast burrito with Chorizo
meat,

tiny

sliced

green

jalapenos,

and

shredded Mexican cheese plastered all over

the inside of the burrito.
I politely asked a local pedestrian walking by,
if he might know of a place that sells Mexican
breakfast burritos.
Theres a place right across the street called
the Red door grill that serves the best
breakfast burritos in town he answered.
Thanks a lot sir, I replied in a hurried
manner,

no

problem little

girl,

have

wonderful day and enjoy your burrito.

I chuckled a little bit and was on my way! There

were only two people before me in the line
ordering their food, so I could easily order my
burrito, and make it back to the bus with plenty
of time to spare.
When it was my turn to order I chose the
Walla

Walla

special

burrito,

one

cold

Strawberry Jarrito, and a small bowl of

brown rice. I quickly paid for my food, ran back
to the bus not knowing exactly how much time
I had left before we were supposed to leave. To
my surprise I still had a whopping fifteen
minutes, before we needed to leave again. I
went back onto the bus, and sat back down into
my seat ready to devour my burrito.
That is when I heard someones stomach
randomly growling at me. I looked back to see
where the monstrous noise was coming from.
Four rows behind me sat a skinny, dirty old
man, who looked to be in his late sixties. He
had small patches of dirt marks smeared in his
hair, allocated on his forehead, and lightly
smothered on his cheeks and ears. This man
looked to be infatuated with absolute hunger.

My moral conscience was yelling loudly at me;

telling me to do the right thing, which was to
give this man my breakfast burrito and
anything else he might need, but my stomach
was selfishly telling me to eat! I made my way
towards the old man. The closer I got to him
the hungrier he appeared. I handed him the
burrito and said sir, I would like you to have
this.
Thank you dear this is the nicest thing
someone has done for me in a long time.
Trying to be fight back the tears, I managed
the words your very welcome sir, is there
anything else you need?
I dont know why but I had a lot of compassion
for this old man, I also felt petty for him
because, I knew the feeling of being alone,
isolated from the world and feeling like no one
could ever love me again.
My name is Avram, the man replied, and I
dont need anything else dear, this food alone
will be sufficient enough for me thank you. I
smiled at him and headed back to my seat no
longer feeling hungry but rather content. It

was almost time to leave, people were making

their way back to the bus and once more were
on the road again.
Having to use the bathroom, I made my way to
the back of the bus where the bathroom was
located. Somebody was already occupying it,
so I had to patiently wait my turn. Standing
there getting lost in my thoughts, my eyes
wondered off to where the old man had been
from before, but to my surprise he was no
longer there anymore. Perhaps hes the one
occupying the bathroom stall I thought to
myself.
One minute later that person came out, but it
wasnt Avram It was just a young kid wearing
a I Love Star Wars t-shirt, and a pair of
Spider-Man pajama pants. Where the heck
was this old man at? I didnt see him get off the
bus, maybe he switched seats with another
passenger?
I searched around the bus without trying to
look suspicious but I could not find him. There
was no trace of him (it was as if he had just

vanished from the bus) it was a Houdini act if

you ask me.
He was gone just like that, I began to wonder
if I had hallucinated and made him up in my
mind. Theoretically it wasnt impossible I
suppose, but logically speaking he couldnt
have been thought up or imaginary because my
breakfast

was

physical

thing

and

he

physically took it, didnt he?

The next day we made it into Seattle, I was
developing butterflies in my stomach and the
feeling on anxiousness germinated throughout
my entire body. This was really it! This was the
start of a brand new journey, and the
beginning of my new life to come.
The bus stop was near the University of
Washington; this was perfect because, it meant
I would have an easier time trying to find a
roommate or place to rent from. I walked
around town for a bit until I spotted a nice caf
place called the Ugly Mug Caf the name was
intriguing to me and had enticed me too walk
in.

Finding a spot to sit wasnt too difficult, but

trying to find something specifically to order
was the more difficult part. There had to have
been at least well over two-hundred beverages
and deserts to choose from, not to mention the
small souvenir section they had.
I ordered one Blueberry scone, and a large cup
of milk. Scarfing my first scone down, I ordered
another Blueberry scone, but with extra butter
this time. After eating and relaxing for a while,
I asked around for the nearest electronic store.
I still needed to buy myself a laptop, a new cell
phone, as well as a pair of decent headphones.
But first thing was first, I needed a place to
stay for the next couple of days before I
officially looked for work opportunities.
I purposely overheard the owner of the caf
shop telling two international students where
they could possibly find cheap rent about three
miles from the university.
I stood up an unnoticeably bolted for the door.
It took me awhile to find the address but I
eventually found it. The place for rent was a
glamorous old looking townhouse surrounded

by lots of tress and more townhouses. The sign

on the door said seven rooms still available for
rent, month to month pay. If interested please
call, or email the owner for more details and
rent information.
I made sure to carefully write down the email,
and the contact number, then placed it inside
my coat pocket, and presumed to find the bus
transit center. It was around three thirty in the
afternoon by the time I found a decent hotel for
a rather cheap price. The hotel was Located
just ten minutes from campus, and twenty
minutes from the nearest Walmart, Best Buy,
and Staples.
I decided to purchase a black iPhone from
Walmarts Straight Talk company, since I
liked the idea of pay as you go, a month to
month based contract. Best Buy by far had the
best options for laptops, and had a forty
percent off deal on anything the exceeded two
hundred dollars or more. I contently left the
store with a brand new HP laptop (although
initially I had wanted a MacBook Pro, but they
were outrageously overpriced), a Logitech

wireless optical mouse, and a flimsy xl mouse

pad that hopefully would get the job done. That
day I spent the majority of the afternoon
getting my phone activated, as well as my
laptop properly set up and running.
Dinner that night was a greasy hamburger,
with a side of onion rings, and a large
Chocolate milkshake. I went to bed around one
thirty in the morning feeling satisfied that both
my phone and computer were configured
exactly how I wanted them to be.
I woke up round ten fifteen in the morning, and
had

an

excruciating

headache

that

kept

pestering me all day long. I made sure to stay

hydrated, by drinking a lot of water throughout
the day. The plan for today was to look for
places to live and to see if I could find any job
openings. Back in Fairhaven I was blessed to
have good work experiences. I had worked at
the local grocery store since I was twelve years
old. My parents from time to time would take
me

to

work

with

them,

after

all

my

homeschooling was done for the day. I would

also work with our neighbor farmer Joe on the

weekends, at his farm tending to the farm

animals, and all of the other miscellaneous
things.
Being

confident

in

myself

that

would

eventually find a job in Seattle was never a

problem for me, the problem was finding
where to start exactly. Seattle had many job
openings, but many of the jobs required you to
be at least eighteen years of age, or to have a
high school diploma.
Even though I was only thirteen years old,
many people mistook me for being a lot older
than I actually was, so that always came in
handy. But I had to figure out how I was going
to lie about my age, as well as my real name.
Today was Monday, which meant my dad
would have suspected something and by now
notified the police of my disappearance. Thats
why I was so

hesitate to use my real

information.
After spending a few hours online searching
for work, and trying to figure out my living
situation, I randomly decided to turn on the
television and just relax. Flipping through the

channels trying to find something decent to

watch was a bit of a challenge. Thats until I
stumbled

across

one

of

the

local

news

channels. There were two news stories that

caught my attention.
The first one was about some local airline
captain winning millions of dollars on a lucky
lottery ticket. And the second story which
really had my attention was about a man from
Ohio, searching for his daughter in the middle
of the night. The man was accidently hit by a
semi-truck, and pronounced dead on impact.
All of the air was sucked out of my body, I
collapsed instantly to the floor, and began to
panic like a person trapped in a burning
building who couldnt get out. I was having a
relapse all over again, first my mother, now
possibly my dad? I was too angry to cry, frankly
I was confused! If there was a god why did he
dislike me so much, that I would lose both of
my parents?
I didnt care anymore if my dad found out
where I was, I just had to call, I had to make
sure the story in the news was not based on

him. I dialed the house number first ring

nothing, second ring no response, third ring
still no response.
My hands were becoming clammy with sweat
building up, and my heart was pounding inside
my chest like a jackhammer on concrete. I
hung up after the sixth ring, I stood there like
a statue, in total disbelieve how could both of
my parents be gone I thought?
I had foolishly blamed my father for my
mothers death, and now I was the cause for
my own fathers death. Im so stupid!! If I
didnt selfishly runway from home, full of vain
ambition, then my father would still be here.
God why was this all happing to me? How I
wish I would have told my father I loved him
more and how I appreciated everything that he
had done for me throughout my years.
Most importantly I wanted to convey clearly to
my father that my mothers death was not his
fault in anyway, and that I was sincerely sorry
for ever making him feel that he was the one
responsible.

I consciously had to live the rest of my life

knowing that my father would never get the
opportunity to hear those words physically
come out of my mouth.
The feeling of being mortified, nauseated, and
angry with myself all at once was beginning to
take hold of me, germinating throughout my
body like cancer read to devour healthy cells.
I finally let my mind, and body capitulate to all
the emotions I was feeling. I collapsed on the
bed,

and

continually

sobbed

until

my

bedsheets were entirely soaked from all the

tears that I had cried.
Fifteen minutes later I passed out from the
intense exhaustion and feel asleep. The next
six months were like a blur to me, same routine
and each day went by quicker than the last. I
was still living at the hotel with about three
hundred dollars left to my name, and a fridge
full of groceries.
Today was supposed to be relax day for me. I
was taking a good thirty-minute nap, thats
until my stupid phone started to ring loudly,
and thats what initially had woken me up in a

startle. Still yawning trying to wake up from

my deep sleep, I tiredly reached for my phone
to see who had called me. Thats strange I
thought, the incoming call was from an
unknown number. How did someone get ahold
of my number? And why the heck did it show
up as unknown? If it was important enough to
the caller, either he, or she would call me back
or properly leave me a message on my
voicemail.
A few minutes went by still no signs of a voice
mail or another call. Must have not been
important enough I thought to myself.
I decided to make myself a well-deserved hot
breakfast, with cold milk as my beverage of
choice. Then, I got online for a bit to check for
a few places that might be available for rent,
because today was supposed to be my last day
at the hotel.
Thats when I suddenly remembered that I had
written down that landlords information when
I first came into Seattle, on a piece of paper
somewhere inside my coat pocket.

Now it's been a couple of months (mentally

reminding myself), where did I place that coat,
was the million-dollar question? As soon as I
had found it, I dialed the smudgy number on
the crumpled piece of paper, and patiently
waited for someone to pick up on the other
line. Three rings went by before someone
decided to pick up.
Hello, my name is Rebecca and I was hoping
to possibly rent out any of the rooms that might
still be available. Sorry sugar, but all the
rooms have been recently taken an elderly
woman replied. I hung up the phone a little
disappointed, but stayed positive for the most
part, knowing that there would be other places
to rent. I just had to mentally do the research,
and physically go out and find them.
I spent another two hours or so looking on sites
like:

Craigslist,

Apartments.com

ForRent.com,
but

had

no

and
luck

whatsoever. One second later I heard a loud

knock coming from the front door, I looked
through door hole to see if it was the landlord.
Instead it was a man dressed in a captain

airline uniform. I opened the door slightly

enough so I could see what he wanted. Hello,
can I help you?
Yes, my name is Kevin, Ive known your father
personally for the last eight in- a- half-months.
Im not sure how else to tell you this Rebecca,
but your father is dead. He was out searching
for you five months ago on a late Sunday night,
when a drunk driver speeding by hit and killed
your dad on impact. Im so sorry for your loss
Rebecca. I know that youre going through hell
right now, but theres something Important
that I still have to tell you.
This is going to be a lot for you to take in, but
everything Im about to tell you is true.
Rebecca, I am your real biological father. Your
mother and I first met freshman year in
college. I was still living in Seattle at the time,
and made the decision to move down with your
mother and her folks in Ohio.
Three weeks after we graduated from Ohio
University, we found out that she was pregnant
with you. I freaked out and begged your
mother to get an abortion, I honestly was not

ready to become a father yet. Your mother

gave me the option of staying with her and
raising you as a family, or I could leave and
pursue my promising career as an airline
captain. Being the selfish and foolish coward
that I was, I decided to move back to Seattle
and pursue my job.
And that was the last time I ever saw your
mother. I wrote her, called her, even tried
making visits,

but

your mom

being the

stubborn woman she was wanted to nothing to

do with me.
The week before she was expected to give
birth, your mother wrote me a long detailed
letter stating that she had met someone and
had fallen madly in love with him. And that she
had forgiven me, and wanted the best for me
in life. She decided you would be named after
my mother.
Shortly after, Days turned into weeks, weeks
into months, and months into years. Each and
every day I yearned to visit both you and your
mother, but I was too ashamed and full of pride
to show my face. It was your kindhearted

father who let me know that your mother had

passed away, and kept me up to date with how
you were growing and maturing as a young
lady. He also told me about the strange vision
he had with Avram the Great from the seven
dimension. I rationally refused to believe one
word that your father had told me regarding
his rather delusional, fictitious, and absurd
vision. I thought he was mentally ill due to your
mothers passing. But one day though, that all
changed.
When I too had a prolific vision from Avram the
great. After, that I never doubted your father
again. The vision was simple, Im supposed to
take care of you, and four others. You five have
been specifically chosen for something greater
than yourselves. With the help of the Garva
stones the five of you will harness powers from
the seventh dimesons to protect earth, and
mankind from the evil Zeviathan.
I stood there in disbelief, not only did I just find
out who my real biological father was, but
hearing this ridiculous prophecy about me
being one of the five chosen by someone called

Arvam the Great from the seventh dimension

was too much for me to take in.
I slammed the door in his face and started to
cry.
Rebecca, honey you have to believe me, I
know this is a lot for you to take in at the
moment. I promise you everything that I have
told you has been the truth. I have to go right
now, because Im heading out of town for work,
but Ill be back in three days.
Please think about everything I have told you,
I would like for you to come and live with me. I
love you, goodbye. An hour later I went down
to the front desk office to pay for another three
days at the hotel, but the clerk said a man
dressed in a captains uniform had already
payed the amount. She also had a box to give
me from him.
As she was handing me the box, I had
recognized it from before, this was the exact
same box that I forgotten in the kitchen the day
I left for Seattle. Thank you I said, staggering
back to my room trying really hard as to not
dropping the box on my toes or the concrete

ground for that matter. I opened the box not

knowing what to expect, there were many
items inside the box. At the top was a silver
locket with flowers engraved all over, with a
picture of my mother holding me when I was
first born.
Underneath all the pictures of my father and
mother laid a small white box that had a good
weight to it. Inside the small white box was
three thousand dollars worth of silver and
gold. There was also a quilted blanket, my
fathers

rare

baseball

cards,

my

birth

certificate, shot records, social security card,

passport, and my mothers little bible.
The strangest item that I found inside the box
at the very bottom was an odd looking egg
shaped stone with, the roman numeral two
engraved on it.
Later, that day I made myself some spaghetti,
watched some Netflix on my laptop, and
eventually feel asleep on the couch. The most
captivating, and indescribable thing happened
next.

As I lay sleeping on the couch, I had a dream

that I was in the seventh dimeson with Avram.
He explained to me everything that was too
happen in my life, and he explained in a way
that only I could understand as to why my life
was the way it was. I told him that I was scared
and that I didnt want to leave, I wanted to stay
with him forever.
He kissed me on my forehead, and told me the
words I had always needed to hear, then I woke
up! Trying to explain to you what my dream
was like, would be like a person trying to
explain to an ant how the internet works.
All you need to know is that I would rather live
one minute in the dream that I experienced
with Avram, than to live one more day on earth
without him.
The next three days came quickly, and just like
that my dad was back knocking at my front
door. I quickly opened the door, before my
father could even get out one word. I embraced
him with a warm hug looked into his eyes and
said,

I forgive you for everything thats happened

in the past, I love you. Now can we please get
the heck out of here and go home, Im getting
sick of this hotel.
Smiling with tears running down his face my
father replied, I thought you would never ask
kiddo.
I grabbed my things, took one last look around
at the hotel room happily smiled, and just like
that we were off to the place I would soon call
home.

y name is Karter Harris. I am part

of the tenacious five and yes, I
was indeed the one that coined
the name the night the five of us

encountered Avram the Great, from the

seventh dimension for the first time as a group.
David Sullivan has been my best friend ever
since the day we first met back at the mansion
in his room, he is also our leader. Rebecca is
the sassiest out of the bunch, Ethan humbly
admitting is the genius, Adara
is by far the most skilled, and Im, well Im the
best looking.

The five of us are currently sophomores in high

school. David, Ethan, and I are all on the same
football team, while Adara and Rebecca are on
the cheerleading, and debate team. And we are
proudly The Tenacious Five.
Life in Canada has its ups and downs, it can get
a bit chilly during the early mornings as well as
the late nights, but for the most part we get
pretty

decent

weather

especially

in

the

summer time.
Growing up I dont remember much of my
father thats probably, because he disappeared
like a magician when I was three years old.
My mother (Claudia) had cancer, but she didnt
have time to act like it, because she had to
raise my younger brother (Andrew), and I all
by herself while working full-time. She was
practically our mother as well as our father.
My mother died when I was twelve years old.
Andrew, and I were both sent to foster care
through

the

state

because

we

had

no

immediate family that could fully take care of

us at the time.

The majority of the time when my brother, and

I were in and out of foster homes we were
always placed together, never being separated
from each other, more than one second. But
this time we were bound for different homes.
My heart felt like it was being yanked out of my
body, and then violently trampled on by a
stampede of wild bulls.
Andrew was not only my brother, but he was
my entire life the only person on earth who
could always understand how I was feeling, as
well as was what I was always thinking. I loved
my brother more than life itself, more than my
own life.
Five months had passed since Ive last seen, or
even heard from my brother. Apparently from
his letter he had mailed me a while back, he
was living somewhere in Vancouver, with a
nice Caucasian family in a safe suburban area
where he was making new friends and playing
basketball for his new school.
I was super excited for my brother, I just really
missed him and wished he were here with me
(selfish I know).

Andrew was always better than me in every

sport (including ultimate Frisbee) with the
exception of football.
I mean he was decent as a running back, and
wide receiver, but football hands down, was
definitely my bread and butter. I played both
ways every time, which meant I play defense,
as well as offense. My dream is to attend the
University of Washington, and to play in the
National

Football

League

(NFL)

for,

the

Seattle Seahawks.
Another thing I yearend for in my life was for a
family that I could call my own. I wanted
parents that I could gladly call mom and dad,
to be able to tell them how much I love them
each and every day. I wanted my brother back
with me and I longed to be adopted.
Growing up in foster home has its toll on me
from time to time. Foster care is emotionally
draining, mentally confusing, and physically
tiresome. On the other hand, the positive side
of foster care has allowed me to mentally
develop faster than most other kids my age.

It has also taught me to be street smart, has

internally developed more of a knowledgeable,
and logical worldview, not to mention the
ability to analyze people fairly well. The food
was not all that bad either. But honestly if
someone came up to me, and gave me a button
that could miraculously reset my life, and let
me choose a different one than I had now.
Well lets just say I wouldnt hesitate for one
second to press it.
Today is the day that I am supposed to go and
live with my new family for a few months,
thats until they inevitably get sick of me and
make the decision that they dont want to
commit, or want to invest into me anymore.
Thats okay though Ive gotten used to it after
the thirteenth time. You begin to develop a
knack for rejection, and slowly you begin to
adapt,

and

initially

numb

yourself

psychologically as well as emotionally to the

situation of not being wanted by an individual.
The months went by and slowly they turned
into years, and still no affirmation or news from
my brother.

Two years went by before Susan my foster

mother had let me know the tragic news of my
brothers sudden death. My brother had been
walking down his normal route to school with
his friends, when a speeding car hit him from
behind and killed him.
It was entirely a freak accident, the driver had
been swerving trying to avoid hitting a stray
dog, and in doing so didnt see my brother and
accidently hit him.
When hearing the news, I didnt cry at first, I
just walked to my room passively sat on my
bed, and stared at my wall that was covered
with pictures of Andrew and I when we were
much younger. I wasnt angry or depressed,
but I was feeling a great deal of confusion, and
sorrow for the loss of my brother.
As the days went by I started to really feel the
ache in my heart, and I became undeniably
chronically depressed. The sad thing was, I
wasnt depressed because my brother was
dead, but because I was all alone in this world.
Not one person understood me, let alone would
ever love me as a person.

I felt worthless like trash that someone had

forgotten to take out on a Wednesday morning.
I mentally started contemplating suicide on a
regular basis. I had nobody, and absolutely
nothing to live for in life.
One particular night, I was wrestling with my
personal demons so much to an extent, that I
attempted to commit suicide then and there.
I planned on jumping of the nearest and
highest bridge that I could come across. I
figured it would be a precipitous process, as
soon as I could muster up the courage to
actually jump off.
Standing there gripping the barrier rail firmly
with my hands was the only thing keeping me
from certain death. That night the weather was
lukewarm, with a breezy hint of Chardonnay,
and Ciabatta aromas penetrating my nose
coming from the little blue and white Italian
restaurant three blocks down.
At that very moment I was ready to let it all go
and to embrace my fate, but then I heard this
settle voice calling out to me in a whisper
Karter.

I looked around to see If I could pinpoint where

that voice was coming from. To my knowledge
I couldnt see anything because it was so dark
outside but that didnt mean someone wasnt
there. Is someone there I yelled, nothing but
the

sounds

of

distant

seagulls

echoing

throughout the calm night.

Karter over here!, it said in a demanding
voice. How do you know who I am I replied
in a shrieked voice. Then the voice was gone. I
was so creeped out, that I had forgotten all
about trying to commit suicide.
Feeling foolish, I pulled myself back to the safe
side of the bridge rail. Then I ran all the way
back home as fast as I could.
When I finally reached my house the door was
wide opened, the livening room was trashed (it
was like a mini tornado had taken place here),
and all the electronics were missing!
I had this gut feeling that something was
terribly wrong. I shot out of the house like a
bullet shooting out of the barrel of a gun.
Desperately trying to find help, I went next
door to our neighbors house. Banging on the

door like a mad man who just escaped from the

asylum, with no regards for the people
sleeping in the house. The lights turned on,
then two seconds later the front door opened.
Mr. Anderson was standing there in his navy
blue night robe yawning.
Karter, do you know what time it is son? I
apologize Mr. Anderson, but I think someone
might have burglarized my house (I felt a lot
safer knowing that Mr. Anderson was a retired
cop, who had always kept a registered side arm
with him in his house).
Karter I need you to listen, stay here with my
wife Chloe and make sure to lock the door
behind me. Ill go check it out, if Im not back
in five minutes call the police immediately.
Keeping my eyes glued on the clock, like a
hawk stocking its prey waiting for the kill. One
minute went by, then two, then three minutes
went by, still no sign of Mr. Anderson. Finally,
five minutes went by I picked up the phone and
started to dial, but then a loud knock at the
door interrupted me before I could do so.

Open up Karter its me. Covered with blood

on his robe, and terrified as if he just witnessed
a gruesome murder. He grabbed the phone
from me my shaking hands and dialed 911!
The next thing that I can clearly remember was
hearing the sound of the ambulances, and cop
sirens racing down to our block. People in the
neighborhood started coming out of their
houses, out of curiosity as to what was going
on.
I saw Mr. Roberts shake hands with one of the
police officers, and then lead him into my
house. A couple minutes later the ambulance
paramedics

were

called

in

with

their

emergency stretchers and gear.

Seven minutes later the paramedics brought
out two black body bags placed on the
stretchers.
The paramedics carefully took them to the
ambulance, and then drove off in a hurry.
Mr. Robertsons grabbed me gently on my
shoulders and told me everything that had
happened.

Karter from what the police can gather from

evidence, your house was broken into by more
than one intruder. Your parents put up a fight,
but were murdered in the process. Do you have
any idea who might have done this?
I shook my head no, I seriously hadnt the
slightest idea of who might have wanted to do
this. The cops ended up taking me back to the
foster care home that night, after an hour or so
of questioning.
I felt like I was in a Hollywood crime movie, the
irony of everything that had happened was
eating at me.Literally the only reason why I
was still alive was because, I had tried to kill
me self, and I would have been successful if it
wasnt for that unfamiliar voice calling out to
me.
Within that week of me being back at the foster
home, Mary the lady in charge of arranging
meetings with possible prospective parents
looking to adopt, had me scheduled to meet
with someone by the name of Kevin. All I knew
was that he was some airline captain in Seattle,
who had won a substantial amount of money on

some winning lucky lottery ticket. The odds of

him wanting to adopt (me), a fourteen year-old,
troubled teenager from Canada was highly
doubtful. Of course Im a very pessimistic
individual, but hey who knows anything is
possible I suppose.
The next day around lunch time, a tall, gentle
looking Caucasian man, in a well-dressed
airline uniform walked right in to Marys office
and talked with her for a few minutes. He then
presumed to walk towards me in an eager
manner and sat right next to me.
Hello Karter, my name is Kevin. I have been
looking for you for some time now.
I know this might be a bit sudden, but If its
okay with you I would like to take you back
home with me in Bellingham, Washington.
And more importantly I would love to adopt you
and raise you as my son.
Hearing those words gave me premature
ventricular contractions, in a good way of
course. I felt as if I were dreaming hearing
those words. I had always longed to hear
someone speak those words to me but never in

a million years did I ever think I would actually

hear them.
I prayed that this was not a cruel and malicious
trick being pulled on me. I dont think my
broken heart could bare the heartache of being
disappointed once more in my life.
I looked this man in the eyes and asked, are
you positively sure that you want to adopt me?
Ive been through a lot and I dont have the
strength for another let letdown, and broken
promises. There is nothing special about me
sir, not to mention I have a lot emotional and
mental baggage that could be a burden to you.
Before I could get out another excuse this man
gave me the sincerest and loving hug that I
have ever received. Son he said, you have so
much worth and potential inside of you. I know
that life hasnt been fair to you, and that it
seems like no one cares about you. but I do and
so does Avram. Karter, I cant promise you that
life will always be great from here on out, but
I do promise you that you will have a father
that fervently loves you unconditionally. I
promise that youll never feel alone again, and

that whatever storms or giants that may come

your way, I will be with you battling through.
I leaned over after he was done talking, and
hugged him my face buried deep in his
uniform, while my eyes were running with
tears like a faucet that someone had forgotten
to turn off.
We sat there as father and son perpetually
hugging each other with love. Three days later
my soon to be adopted father was back too
officially free me of my cage, and too take me
home with him.
The drive to Bellingham, Washington, was an
enlightened and peaceful experience. My
father, and I stopped at a place to eat called
the Good Burger, located in Ferndale, which
was

about

Bellingham.
hamburgers,

fifteen
We
one

minutes

ended

up

enormous

away

from

ordering
cup

full

four
of

homemade salty fries, two bottles of cold

water, and three soft Oatmeal cookies.
While I was happily stuffing my face full of
delicious-greasy, and artery-clogging food, my

father said he had something very important to

share with me.
Karter, what Im about to tell you might sound
like its been fabricated from a science fiction
movie, but I assure you its not, on the contrary
what Im about to tell you is simply the truth.
About one year ago I was given a vision from
Avram the great from the seventh dimension.
This vision I had was vast in supernatural ways,
beyond explaining in human words and was
quite

intricate

for

my

finite

mind

to

comprehend. But the message itself was

simple, find the five chosen individuals who
will protect earth, as well as the five Garvastones that will help give them their powers.
Unite them together under one roof, and help
nurture them for the next seven years to come.
Thats why I have been looking for you this
whole time Karter. Your life is beyond measure
son. Avram has chosen you to be one of the five
that will fulfill the prophecy that the seventh
dimeson has foretold.

Sitting their unsure of what to say with my

mouth full of mashed up hamburger, and fries,
I reached for my water and washe it all down.
I looked at my father and replied everything
you have just told me doesnt make sense
scientifically speaking, nor does it make sense
to my mind. But deep down my heart tells me
all that you have said is indeed reliable and
more importantly true. I believe you dad.
We got home around five in the afternoon, so
there was still plenty of light to see what my
new home looked like. When we got to the
place I was baffled by the luxuriousness, and
size of this place. I wont get into all the details
of my new home because, Im sure David has
already explained in great detail to you what it
looked like (seeing he can be very descriptive
at times). Lets just say this place wasnt at all
what I had expected, probably due to the fact
that it wasnt a house for starters but was in
fact a mansion of great stature.
The only other time I can recall ever seeing a
mansion of this magnitude was on that MTV
show called Cribs. It had taken me a good

couple of hours before I was entirely finished

seeing the interior, and exterior of the whole
mansion.
My dad then led me to where my room was and
told me he would let me have some alone time
to unpack, and to check out my new room
before dinner time. I couldnt help but humbly
smile, I had never had my own room let alone
lived in a mansion before. I began to unpack
and place my things where I wanted them in
the room.
I was almost done arranging my room to my
liking, when I had noticed something in the
corner of eye moving in the door way. I looked
to see what it was, and there standing in the
doorway was the most beautiful girl I had ever
laid eyes on. She had something in her hands,
but I couldnt really make out what it was.
Hello my name is Rebecca Emerson, and you
must be Karter Harris? I foolishly nodded
agreeing with her, for some silly reason I had
forgotten how to speak, and to communicate
like a proper human being.

Rebecca, in a bodacious matter burst out

laughing saying that axiom everyone knows
cat got your tongue? I was so embarrassed
at this point that I could feel my cheeks
warming up, and sense my face turning to a
blush red color.
Then for some apparent reason I started to
laugh along with her. I guess the more and
more I thought about it, the more and more it
seemed funnier to me. When we finally finished
having ourselves a good laugh, I said to her
Sorry for the awkwardness, but yes to your
question. My name is Karter, and its pleasure
to meet you. Dad told me a lot about you during
our drive. She walked closer to me, and handed
me what looked like a giant egg shaped
polished rock of some sort. What the crap is
this?, I asked. Rebecca casually walked out
the door without saying a word back but just as
she was about to vanish she looked back at me
and smiled, dinners going to be ready in
about thirty-five minutes dont be late Karter!
Right off the bat I sensed that Rebecca was
going to be the sassy one in the group.

I held the rather warm stone in my hand for

about three minutes, while inspecting with
great detail the engraved markings and the
grooves covering the stone. The thing that had
caught my attention was the medium sized
Roman numeral three engraved on the bottom.
Then like a lightbulb flashing above my head
(sort of like in the cartoons) I remembered my
dad had mentioned something about Avram
and the five Garva stones.
I thought to myself, perhaps this is my stone
thats why Rebecca gave to me. Like a jolt of
lighting I was no longer in my room, I was
miraculously on some deserted island with one
marvelous tree looking down on me, bearing
fruit the size of bowling balls.
Did this stone somehow transport me here?
Was I in a dream? Maybe this was a vision, like
the one my dad was telling me he had with
Avram? I didnt know what was happening, I
soon began to get a little paranoid.
Then all of a sudden I heard the soft familiar
voice of a female calling out to me, Karter,
turnaround son, and come give your mother a

hug. Shocked, with goosebumps running

rapidly over my entire body, I turned around
gradually and there standing before me was
my beloved mother.
Hello Karter, Ive missed you sweetheart.
Your

brother

Andrew,

and I

have

been

checking up on you from time to time. How is

this even possible? Are you a ghost, an entity,
or some type of spirit? My mother chuckled
and smiled at me, oh Karter ever since you
were a little boy you have always been so quick
and eager to ask questions.
Yes, my body is physically dead on earth but
the real me lives in the seventh dimension with
Avram, Andrew, and many others. The seventh
dimension would be too complex to explain to
you with just words, but someday when the
time has come youll see it for yourself. My
time is about up Karter, I have to go now
someday will be together again but for now
its goodbye my son. I love you with all that I
am, and I will always love you for eternity.
Embrace what you were born to do, live with
purpose, and show goodness to everyone

around you. And just like that my mom was

gone for the second time in my life.
To be honest I was feeling a little devastated
because she left me feeling entirely confused
with many of my personal questions still
unanswered.
Perhaps I was missing the whole point, maybe
I wasnt supposed to understand everything in
life, or meant to have all my life questions
answered. I know that as human beings we
sometimes have this desire embedded in all of
us to ask philosophical questions, but what if
not knowing was better for an individual to
handle, rather than knowing everything and
still not being able to fully comprehend it all in
an objective way.
My mind was beginning to throb from all my
psychological, and analytical jargon going on
inside my head. At this point all I wanted to do
was to wake up from this bizarre dream, or
vison of some kind and to be back home in my
room.
In the blink of an eye I was back in my room
holding the precious stone tightly in my hands,

wondering what the heck just happened.

Rebecca walked past my room, shoot! Surely, I
must have missed dinner and now shes
probably mad at me. Rebecca, Im really sorry
for missing dinner! She popped her head inside
my room, what are you talking about Karter?
Dinner isnt going to be ready for another
thirty minutes or so.
Scratching my head as for clues trying to
ponder everything that had just happened to
me, and muttering words beneath my breath
quietly, that way Rebecca did not hear them
and think I was some type of lunatic.
I spent the next few minutes finishing up my
room (I am a very fastidious individual, so it
took longer than I had ever anticipated).
Dinner that night was Spaghetti Aglio E Olio,
(which is a very popular dish to eat in Italy), a
large salad, and a foot-long garlic bread with
cheese on the top. At first I was a little
uncomfortable sitting around the kitchen table
while we ate, solely because I had not eaten at
the kitchen table since my mother had passed
away.

I was used to eating food with everyone usually

around the television set though as the main
source of entertainment. But I must admit
eating

with

my

new

family

and

having

conversation around the table was a delightful

experience. I could easily acclimate myself to
this affable type of environment.
The rest of night was a relaxing one, we had
some desert, and watched The Time Machine
movie in our home theatre. When the movie
was all said and done, Rebecca and I said
goodnight to our father and headed upstairs to
get some sleep.
Right before heading to my room for the night,
Rebecca randomly kissed me on my cheek (in
a sister loving type of way) and said, Good
night. I replied back to her, good night, and
then I shut my bedroom door.
I stayed up for a while contemplating and
analyzing

my

past,

everything

that

was

currently happing to me in the present, and

most importantly what my future would be like.
The thought of me being one of the five chosen
ones by Avram himself was a daunting thought.

I had nothing to offer as an individual. There

were to many personal problems that I was
internally battling with. I had my own set of
demons that I was constantly struggling with
from my past. I doubted myself at times, I had
no self-confidence whatsoever. I seriously
could not think of anything special or remotely
unique about myself, and yet Avram saw
something beautiful in me.
Avram could see that there was something
beautiful in all five us. Thats why he chosen
the five of us to defend earth, and to ultimately
protect our people from the evil that is yet to
come.
Finally, after all the mental thoughts, and all
the thinking of everything to possibly think
about going on inside my exhausted mind had
died down it soon came to a complete stop. I
soon felt my body, as well as my mind starting
to get drowsy followed by an immense desire
to sleep. Just as I was about to pass out, though
I gave one quick smile in contentment, and
thanked Avram from the inside-out for allowing
me to get adopted by someone that loves me

for who I am. I thanked him for being able to

see my mother one last time. And most of all, I
thanked him for believing in me, and having
the confidence in me that I would fulfill my
destiny as one of the chosen five.
My eyelids soon began to feel like heavy
stones, and before I knew it I was sound asleep.

he name is Adara Johnson. I am

currently fourteen years old, and I was
born and raised in Buenos Aires (a
large city), which also happens to be

the capital of Argentina. If geography is not

your strong suit (dont worry about it, because
its not mine either) just remember that
Argentina is located in the Southeastern part
of Southern America.
I hated living here, because I was constantly
reminded of all the crime, hate, and corruption
that takes place here. Underneath all the
glamorous

entertainment,

the

tourist

attractions, the sightseeing, and fancy highend restaurants, this city was really broken on

the inside. Honestly, I was broken on the inside

as well. That was until the day I met my soon
to be adopted father (Kevin), and the prophecy
he told me of Avram the Great from the
seventh dimension.
I never had the opportunity of meeting my
biological mother because she had died of
internal bleeding, a few minutes after giving
birth to me. My father had always told me the
wonderful story of how my mother and him met
for the first time.
Long story short they feel in love supposedly
somewhere in Europe (I always seemed to
forget

exactly

where

though)

while

backpacking for a couple of weeks throughout

the continent. My mother at the time lived in
North America, while my dad was living here.
He convinced her to move in with him, and two
years later they happily married.
And after eight months of being married my
mother found out she was pregnant with me.
My dad begged her to get an abortion for the
longest time but she lovingly and morally
wanted to keep me.

I was named after my mothers sisters name

Adara, who had passed away at a very young
age.
Sometimes I felt like I was the one who was
responsible for my mothers death (silly I
know), but my dad (being the nice guy that he
is) always reassured me it was never my fault.
Growing up with my dad was the best!
Seriously, the two of us had the best father
daughter

relationship.

We

just

genuinely

understood each other.

The only negative thing I can say about my
father was that at times he could be very
strict,

and

without

doubt

the

most

impatient father in the world. Apparently the

apple really doesnt fall far from the tree
because, I was just like him in every way.
My favorite thing I loved doing with my father
was dancing on the top of our house roof every
Saturday. I know that sounds weird, but my
mother and him did that one night while at a
party. I guess they sort of integrated it into
their lives, and shortly it became our little
family routine (minus the wine for me).

My father was a highly respected police officer,

and was one of last good cops not corrupted by
money or power. He constantly taught me how
to defend myself with, Krav Maga. I also
learned how to shoot my first gun (a berretta)
at the age of seven, and wielded my first knife
when I was eleven.
This was a normal formality for the kids of cops
in Argentina to be trained and well versed in
self-defense. A majority of us at a young age
had to walk to school thats just the way it was.
And there were plenty of evil people in Buenos
Aires, to have been known to abduct kids for
human trafficking. Knowing properly how to
defend ourselves at a young age can be very
crucial and at times lifesaving.
I trained with my dad every morning before
school, and every afternoon when I got back
from school, whenever we got the chance
really.
Well one Friday afternoon, my dad and I went
for our usual walk around the block. When we
were

approached

by

five

men

smoking

cigarettes. They quickly circled around us so,

that we could not escape from any angle. The

leader of the group was a stocky man with
tattoos across his forearms and neck. He wore
a beat up baseball cap, with a camo ski mask
concealing his face. The other four men were
average built, and smelt of cheap alcohol and
tobacco. They all had the same look in their
faces, which was the look of evil when it dances
with the devil.
The leader of the group approached us in a
hostile matter. Reaching for something in his
back pocket, my father knowing very well it
was a weapon of some sort promptly acted on
his instincts, and punched the thug squarely
under his chin knocking him to the ground.
Without hesitation I reached for the gun,
flicked the safety switch off, and then pointed
it directly at the leader shouting You and your
pack wolfs leave right now! I could see this
man glaring at me with such hate and pride
radiating from his cold and soulless dark eyes.
He got up from the ground, and gave me the
most sinister looking smirk that sent chills up
my spine. This is not over, he said in a

demanding voice while, running away from us

with his goons.
My father and I stood there for a second or two
starring at one another with the look of joy in
our eyes; thankful to still be alive.
Two weeks later we decided that we would
move to the United States, where my mom was
born

and

raised,

she

was

from

Seattle

Washington. I didnt know what to expect from

living in the America. The only thing I knew for
certain was thats where my mom was born,
and that America is known to be the land of
the free.
Today, I helped my dad pack all day because it
was officially our last day in South America and
the start of our fresh new lives in America. Just
thinking about actually moving seemed like a
dream; but this was indeed reality, we were
actually doing it.
The only thing I could seriously say I was not
looking forward to was the plane ride. I am
very fearful of heights (you could definitely call
my fear acrophobia) and have never been on a
plane before. Both of these combinations had

me mentally anxious. But I figured I would be

okay in the end, thats if I could get myself to
sleep for most of the trip.
We were all packed and ready to leave (will
actually all we had to do was pack our clothes,
and a suitcase full of miscellaneous things
since my dad sold the house and everything
with it.) All we needed to do now was to arrive
at the airport at a decent time.
There was roughly around two hundred, and
twenty people boarding the plane including us.
I made sure to sit in the aisle seat just in case
of an emergency, made me feel a little safer. I
panicked a little as the airplane began to
ascend into the air climbing higher and higher
like a rocket headed into space.
Once we reached an altitude of around thirtythree thousand feet in the air my nerves
decided to settle back down. My father
grabbed my hand, and asked if I was going to
be okay or if I needed a barf bag. I told him I
would be fine.
Two hours later into our long forty-one-hour
trip, I somehow miraculously feel asleep.

When I awoke my father was gone, I looked

around to find him, but figured he had to have
went and used the bathroom in the back of the
plane.
I decided to watch a movie on the little touchscreen seat-back TV placed behind the
person sitting in front of me. Each person got
the options of choosing whatever movie, music,
or reading materials they wanted to view. I was
in the mood for a good comedy movie. There
were a few movies to choose from but I ended
up just going with one of my all-time favorites,
Dumb and Dumber.
Ten minutes into the movie a flight attendant
stopped by with her service cart, tapped me
politely on the shoulder and asked if there was
anything I needed? I kindly answered may, I
have a bottle of water and a bag of sun chips
please. A minute later my dad sat back down
from using the bathroom and watched the rest
of the movie with me.
He fell asleep before it got over, so I put on
another movie, but this time I went with a
drama genre. At that moment the Captains

voice came over the intercom, and announced

we would be feeling a little bit of turbulence
and not to worry about it. For about an hour
the

plane

had

experienced

some

bumpy

turbulence, thats what originally had woke up

my father.
I explained to him what the captain had said
over the intercom, and that everything was
apparently going to be okay (from the words of
the captain of course). I gripped my dads hand
firmly helping me to alleviate some of the
anxiety that I was feeling at the moment.
He kissed me on my head and told me
everything was fine, that we would be at our
new home in no time.
The rest of our trip was smooth sailing. We
made our first stop at the, Reagan National
Airport which was located in Washington, DC.
Then from there we traveled the rest of the
way, which was nearly five hours to our
destination the, Sea-Tac Airport.
The plane started to descend in altitude every
minute or so, until we were finally low enough
to make a clear and safe landing.

Once the wheels officially touched the ground

a sense of gratification came over me. I was so
thankful to be back on earth again. I would say
my experience flying for the first time was
overall a positive one. If the opportunity
presents itself, and I do decide to travel again
Ill make sure to keep my mind open to flying
again, or I might just end up taking a train next
time.
Dad ended up calling a taxi for us to pick us up,
and to take us to where our home was
located

near,

University

District,

two

minutes away from college.

We arrived at our house in less than twentyfour minutes, the house was a cute brick
bungalow, with a stunning yard full of flowers,
and two raised garden beds off to the side. The
inside of the house was furnished with brand
new furniture, and stocked with food in the
cabinets, fridge, and freezer.
My dad gave me the choice of picking one of
the two rooms to be mine. I chose the loft to be
my room because, it reminded of being in a
treehouse of some sort, plus it had a huge

skylight window to gaze out at the stars at

night. Altogether the house was approximately
seven hundred square feet including the back
yard shed. This was a cozy little place that I
was proud to call my home.
The following week my father started to fill out
a few job applications, and soon started his
new profession as a self-defense instructor for
the local police academy in the area. Life was
great for first six-months, but everything
drastically changed the day my dad died.
You see he was scheduled to fly over to South
Dakota in a small single prop plane with his
work partner and good friend (Stewart), but
they never made it.
There was a mechanical malfunction in the
planes prop, the

pilot had to make an

emergency landing but it was not enough, they

ended up crashing in a small corn field thirty
miles outside of South Dakota.
I was devastated when I had first heard about
it on the local news channel. The happiness
that was once in my life was completely erased
in an instant. How cruel and ironic life is, I

thought to myself. The reality that my father

and I moved to Seattle from South America,
because of all the corruptness and bad people.
And of all the things my father dies in a plane
crash on his way to South Dakota. Are you
kidding me!?
I was so mad just thinking about it that nerves
in my body took control, and I foolishly
punched the kitchen window out of anger.
Why was God allowing all this bad stuff to
happen to me in my life?
My father was a good man who only loved and
cared for the people around him. Why was it
that my father was the one who ended up dead,
and not some bad person who could care less
about life?
The adrenaline was flowing from my veins, and
the rage was consuming my emotions. I wanted
to destroy everything in the house, but
knowing I would later regret it I just dropped
to the floor like a bag of sand and sobbed like
a baby. The inside of me felt so broken to
pieces and lost. My mom and father were both
gone, and I was all alone, with no one to cling

to. The tears were salty-warm running down

my cheeks, and my body ached with agony for
the loss of my father. Soon after, I passed out
of exhaustion from all the weeping that I had
done.
The next six months were a lot easier to go
through than I had initially thought they would.
The police never showed up at my house, nor
did CPS, ever come knocking on the door for
me, life simply went on.
I had plenty of money to buy food, and supplies
for myself at the local grocery store. And I was
never questioned by anyone, as to why a
fourteen-year-old

girl

would

be

buying

groceries all by herself. No one ever bothered

to take the time and notice a fourteen-year-old
girl.
Somewhere around the month of September, is
when I really started to overcome my chronic
stress, that I had been feeling internally.
I started going for daily walks routinely around
my block, as well as practiced my fighting style
in the backyard, for no one to see. I also tended
to my beautiful-lushes garden, and from time

to time I would read a good book like, The

Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.
One

particular

morning

was

making

breakfast in the kitchen, when out of nowhere

a loud knock came pounding on my door. I
turned down the radio that was playing in the
living

room,

looked

outside

the

door

peephole. Standing at my door were two

individuals around my age, one was a darkskinned boy, and the other was a pale girl.
I saw the girl say something to the boy, and
then the boy shrugged his shoulders and
banged on the door again.
I had not recognized either of them, and was
unsure if I should open the door for them or
patiently wait for them to leave. Thinking to
myself, I thought if they should knock one more
time than I would gladly open the door. Sure
enough, the third knock presented itself.
Opening the door must have shocked the two
of them because they stood there like statues
without saying one word. Hello, my name is
Adara is there something I can help the two of
you with?

The girl spoke up, Hi, my name is Rebecca and

this is Karter we were sent here to look for
you. What do you want from me I asked?
Karter spoke this time, Adara what I am about
to tell you might sound a little strange, and
impossible to believe, but everything I am
about to tell you is the absolute truth! Rebecca,
and I were sent from our father (Kevin) to look
for you.
Avram the Great a deity who dwells in the
seventh dimension has chosen you to become
one of the five chosen individuals to protect
earth from the evil that is to come. Prophecy
has it, that after the

five chosen have

successfully united with each other Avram

would then appear before them, and bestow to
each of them wondrous powers.
The chosen five will have exactly seven years
after uniting to prepare, and harness their
powers in order to defend earth from a nasty
foe named Zevaithan.
I was in disbelieve when Karter had finished
talking.

They expected me to believe this made up

fairytale story, and just like that join their
posse of some sort?
As I was about to rebuke them for wasting my
time, Rebecca reached into her backpack, and
pulled out what looked to be a giant sized
polished egg. She then handed it to me and
said, this is your Garva stone Adara.
Holding this egg shaped rock was a whole lot
lighter than it had physically looked. It felt
smooth like a polished rock, or maybe more
like a marble.
The stone was red, with a hint of brown and
yellowish spots dispersed all over. The roman
numeral four was displayed in medium sized
font on the lower left side of the stone. And for
some reason holding the stone gave me a
strong feeling of Dj vu, I felt like I had done
this before in dream or a faint memory of some
kind.
I later invited the two into my house, and we
talked for hours about everything that had
happened in our lives and the things that were
to come.

My mind was a little skeptical at the very

beginning. I allowed my intellect to be open up
to the truth which, then led to my emotions
being affected heavily, and that inevitably
constituted to my heart accepting the absolute
truth.
They ended up leaving a little later that day,
and said they would be back in the following
three days. During those three days I had an
intense dream that was given to me from
Avram.
Karter, and Rebecca arrived at my house three
days later. I told them exactly what my dream
had been and what we were instructed to do by
Avram. The three of us were to find a young
individual, by the name of Ethan Conway. I was
told that we would meet him near the Seattle
Great Wheel, on pier fifty-seven. Then we
would ride back with our father to our home in
Bellingham.
I lived about fifty-one miles from the pier, so
that either meant we all had to ride our bikes
fifty-one miles, or I could simply call the local
taxi. We decided to go with the latter of the

choices, but before we did that, I ran back into

my house grabbed everything valuable to me,
and stuffed it in my overly sized hiking
backpack.
I asked my next door neighbor (Tracy) if
feasible would she be willing to water my
garden and tend to the flowers.
I trustingly gave her the key to my precious
house to hold on to for me while, I was gone for
the next few days or for however long.
I was going to miss my little cozy house, but I
always knew I would have a place to run to
(little

did

know

this

would

be

our

headquarters every time we had a mission

assigned to us in Seattle).
The taxi driver must have been an expert at his
profession because he got the three of us to the
pier in under forty-five minutes.
I had never been down in this particular area
of

Seattle.

The

Ferris

wheel

was

scary

ginormous in person, I even overheard one

father

telling

his

approximately one-

young

son

it

was

hundred, and seventy-five feet in the air. That

made my stomach turn a little, because as you
know I am terrified of heights.
I knew exactly what Ethan would be wearing
today, as well as to what he would look like.
The others knew as well and decided splitting
up to find Ethan was the most logical solution
to finding him quickly.
The reason why it was so crucial to find Ethan
was because he was going to attempt to
commit a crime against the man who had
stabbed his mother exactly one year ago.
The three of us had to somehow try our hardest
to stop him from going through with his
premediated plan.
It hadnt been more than fifteen minutes that
gone by, when I had spotted Ethan near the
Ferris wheel. I mustered up the courage from
within to confront Ethan.
He was a lot bigger than I was, but I was
confident if I needed to I would physically use
my training on him to forcefully bring him
down, but I had mentally hoped that Ethan
would be reasonable and first talk with me

before doing anything irrational. I tapped him

on his shoulder and he turned around rather
quickly. Ethan Conway, we need to talk.

y name is Ethan Conway. I am

considered the Brainiac of the
group, as well as the one who
always ends up getting the five of

us out of trouble. Growing up my mother (Eve)

was the one who had pushed me the hardest
when it came to my academics in life, she was
also

the

only

one

whoever

loved

me

unconditionally.
My father on the other hand was a mean and
abusive drunk with a bad temper. He liked to
beat on my mother any chance that he
could, and from time-to-time he would make
sure I got a good beating as well.

I had a substantial amount of psychological,

and emotional issues growing up including an
anger problem with authority over me.
The only place that I could really escape reality
and fill a sense of peace was in my schooling,
books, and writing, but all of that changed
when my mother was innocently murdered.
I remember being thirteen years old and
coming back from a camping trip with a few
buddies of mine from school. As soon as I had
walked into my house, I could literally smell
the aroma of alcohol oozing from my fathers
breath, as he sat there in his old beat-up
recliner chair with his face buried deep in his
hands, lightly sobbing.
He looked up at me with watery eyes and
nonchalantly said, Ethan your mother was
murdered last night. She was mugged, and
stabbed getting off the route seven city bus,
just five minutes from the house. I stood there
petrified with nothing to say.
A few minutes later I

gathered enough

strength to walk up the flight of stairs to my

bedroom. I took off my backpack, threw it in

the closet, plopped down on my twin bed,

buried my head deep inside my pillow and
began to weep for my dead mother, until I
eventually feel asleep.
The day of my mothers funeral my dad got
belligerently drunk and tried to fight the pastor
conducting

the

funeral,

one-minute

later

security showed (who knew funerals had

security) up and threw him out.
The pain that I felt that day was the most heart
wrenching and excruciating pain that I have
ever gone through in my life. It felt as if my soul
was being torn to pieces by a pack of wolfs. I
had lost a major part of my life, as well as a
huge part of me.
There was no one in my corner routing for me
anymore, not one single person would be there
to ever catch me when I stumble, and fall to the
ground. I would never hear the three most
powerful words, I Love You come from my
mothers lips again.
The months that followed the funeral were a
blur for me to reminisce anything, all I know is
that I continued to work hard in school for my

mom and became obsessed with finding my

mothers cold hearted murder.
The detective handling my mothers case told
my father, and I that the person responsible for
murdering my mother was a convicted felon
from the state of Texas. He had been on the run
for the past three weeks and made his way
through Seattle Washington, possibly headed
over to cross the Canadian border.
I made it my goal to personally hunt down this
criminal to the end of the earth, no matter how
exponentially difficult it would be to find him.
I saved up about eight hundred dollars from my
two summer jobs; mowing peoples lawns, and
tutoring local middle school kids that were
enrolled in summer school.
I had a lot of street smarts growing up and
figured that the money I had saved up would
be enough money to persuade someone on
the streets to sale me a cheap pistol, including
the bullets (of course). Another thing I still
needed to do was to find someone who might
be willing to possibly rat out where my
mothers perpetrator might be hiding.

Knowing that every cop in Seattle was still

looking for him he was more than likely hiding
at a place called Sheol a dangerous area to
be in at nighttime, located just near the Pike
Place Market. That is where I had hoped to
find him and bring justice to my mothers
precious name.
Friday morning, I packed my bag and rode out
on my bike in search of finding someone that
would sale me gun that couldnt obviously be
traced back to me or anyone else. To my
surprise buying a gun on the streets of Seattle
ended up being a lot easier than I had
originally anticipated. In fact, it was too easy
to be honest.
The hardest part which I already knew would
be, was finding the right person willing to
snitch on the whereabouts of the criminal at to
which I was looking for. An hour went by and
still I had no leads, not one individual that I had
talked to on the streets seem to know anything
about the person I was looking for. Feeling
defeated and frustrated for the day, I decided

it was best to head back home before it got too

late.
My father was still gone when I got home
which was a little out of the ordinary. He was
normally home around this time of the day
drinking his cheap beer, reclining in his chair,
while watching baseball. I walked straight into
the kitchen looking for something to eat,
opening the pantry door I saw a bright tan box
with a white piece of paper attached to the top.
It was my fathers handwriting displayed on
the paper, it read: I went out to the bar with
Joe, Mike, and Larry for the night. I left you
some pizza and breadsticks in the fridge that
you can warm up for dinner, dont forget to
feed the cat and lock the doors.
I locked the doors, fed my cat (Arthur), and
headed to my room with my warmed up left
over dinner. I turned on my TV to find
something decent to watch and ended up
settling on a movie called, The Count of Monte
Cristo.
After, the movie was over I washed my face,
brushed my teeth, and got ready for bed. The

instant my head made contact with the soft

pillow I knew I was going to be out cold for the
rest of the night. That night I had a series of
strange dreams that seemed so tangible and
peculiar to me, it had me tossing and turning
the entire night. Each dream preceded the next
in numerical order with the same young
individuals in each of them. The last dream was
the most peaceful one.
I was in the middle of somewhere I had not yet
recognized before. I was standing next to the
unfamiliar faces of the four individuals, two
boys and two girls.
We were surrounded by large trees and rocky
hills from a distance, and the grass was
unusually

yellow

somewhat

resembled

ornamental grass. The five of us were all

staring up at the moon captivated by its
mysterious beauty, coexisting with the millions
and billions of stars displaying their dazzling
wealth throughout the sky night.
I could feel the soft damp breeze brushing
against my warm skin, and the smell of fresh
vanilla lavender dancing in the air filling my

nose with joyous sensations. The other four

where

now

simultaneously

holding

what

looked to be egg shaped like rocks in their

hands, as if they were anticipating something
to happen at that very moment. I was confused
as to what was going on all around me, and at
that moment emerged a silhouette of a figure
standing to be eight feet tall.
From what my eyes could make out and my
intellect could mentally process, this figure
was neither human nor animal. It was not
manmade to my knowledge in anyway, and did
not resemble anything earthly.
This unknown thing was getting closer and
closer to me to the point where I could feel its
heat radiating onto my face. Suddenly, as if it
could read what I was emotionally feeling at
that moment, it began to take the form of a
person from what I could make out. I looked
beside me only to realize that the other four
individuals had vanished miraculously into thin
air.
I quickly turned my attention back to the object
out of fear of what it might possibly do to me.

Standing

before

me

was

no

longer

an

unidentified object, but rather was the most

beautiful human being that I have ever
witnessed in my life. He physically began to
speak to me, his voice sounded like the mighty
waves crashing against rocks. The authority in
which he spoke was more impressive and
terrifying than the sound of thunder storms.
The words he spoke were sweet like milk and
honey,

that

saturated

my

aching

heart,

confronted my corrupted mind, and spoke

purpose to my broken soul.
I cannot relay to you what all that was said to
me

because

the

words

he

spoke

were

specifically created only for me to hear. What I

can tell you is that I felt internally different
after having that dream.
I woke up around nine in the morning with a
huge smile on my face feeling at peace with
myself and wanting to live life differently. My
father was still not home, I figured he was still
hungover from last night and must have spent
the night at Joeys house.

I poured myself a big bowl of cereal with some

cold milk and a side of toast for breakfast. As I
sat at the kitchen table eating, I began to
wrestle with my consciousness as to what to do
about my mothers murderer? Seeking justice
was ultimately all I had wanted for my mother
in the end. But the thought of taking someone
elses life just to atone for the loss of my own
mothers life did not settle well with me; in
fact, the thought of it disgusted me to my very
core.
After, a few more minutes of contemplating
what was morally right and wrong. I decided
that I did not want to be a vigilante like
Batman by taking justice into my own hands.
It was time to let go and start living my life the
right way like my mother would have wanted
me to.
The plan I contrived was fairly simple enough,
I would ride my bike down to pier fifty-seven
and cast my gun that I had purchased into the
Elliot Bay, hopefully never to be found again.
Then depending on what my disposition is like
from there I might decide to go for a ride on

the Ferris wheel, and have myself a quick bite

at a place called Ellenos, known for their
delicious homemade yogurt.
I arrived at the pier sometime later in the
afternoon when there was far less people
around,

and

waited

for

the

appropriate

moment to throw my gun into the bay.

I had to wait a good twenty minutes or so, until
finally there was absolutely nobody around to
see what I was about to do. I quickly unzipped
my backpack, grabbed the gun that I had
carefully wrapped in saranwrap, and launched
it into the water with all my might.
The sound of the gun contacting with the water
made a little splash noise, which had me a little
paranoid like a schizophrenic for a few seconds
because I wasnt sure if someone had heard the
splash or not.
I was afraid someone would assume there was
a correlation between the splash and myself so,
I wisely made sure to get the heck out of there.
I skipped out on the Ferris wheel and went
straight for the homemade yogurt.

But that is when something had caught my

attention. A medium built man wearing a
Seahawks hoodie, with a pair of dark shaded
sunglasses concealing his eyes walked right
past me.
I had recognized this man from before, but
from where I thought to myself? Without
thinking I started to follow this man, while
mentally trying to piece the puzzles together
as to he was?
He then stopped to tie his shoes, I got a bitter
glimpse of what he looked like from the side,
as he was kneeling down. Instantly my mind
went off like an alarm I couldnt believe it was
him, this was the man that had taken my
mothers life.
I stood there watching him like a hawk with my
hands clenched tightly ready to whale on him.
All the evil thoughts were rushing back into my
mind, but then the strangest thing happened
someone randomly had tapped me on my
shoulder. I turned around quickly not knowing
what to expect, and before stood a beautiful
brown skinned girl who looked to be about my

age. Ethan Conway, we need to talk, she said

in a rather urgent manner. And from that day
on my life started to change for the better. The
three of them; Adara, Karter, and Rebecca,
instantly became my best friends the moment
we all got acquainted with each other.
There was just that natural cohesiveness we
each shared that gravitated all of us to each
other as a group. Fast-forward to today its
been nearly seven weeks since we all came
together at the pier in Seattle. During those
seven weeks an ample amount of things has
happened in my life.
For starters It turns out that my real father
(Adam) had died in the war before I was even
born. Three years later my mother met a man
by the name of Dave at the bar, (who I had
assumed was my biological father this entire
time) and eventually they ended up getting
hitched in Seattle.
Long story short my mother was good friends
with my adopted father (my mom was a flight
attendant on the same plane, while my adopted
dad was the flight

captain), and she had apparently told the court

through legal papers, if something were to
ever happened to her, Kevin (my adopted dad)
was to get full custody over me immediately.
I now live in Bellingham Washington, located
between Seattle, and Canada. My new home is
a huge mansion that I live in with my adopted
father (Kevin), Adara, Karter, Rebecca, and
soon to be newest comer David. The fifth
member of our group as well as our chosen
leader.
I had to say life was great at the moment, not
to mention my mothers murderer was finally
brought to justice and now serving life behind
bars for his heinous crime. While life was
unfolding, the four of us still had work to be
done. We were to help our dad find David, and
to prepare each other for what was yet to
come.
A very coercive and wicked beast from the
seventh dimension found a way to reach earth.
His purpose was simple; conquer earth, and
annihilate the entire human race. It was up to

the five of us to protect our planet earth and to

embrace our destiny as the chosen ones.
Three days later our dad had a vision that we
would find David at one of the hospitals located
in Bellingham. The plan was for the four of us
to check out one of the hospitals, while our dad
would check out the other. Just as we were all
about to head out to find David, the phone
rang, dad picked it up in a hurry hello, he
answered.
As soon as my dad had hung up the phone it
started to ring once more, and again with the
same routine my dad picked up the phone
and answered hello, but this time he was on
the phone for a much longer period of time.
When he was done talking to the person on the
other line, he hung up and looked right at the
four of us and said I know what hospital David
is at!
In a hurry he bolted upstairs to change into his
work clothes, then ran back downstairs and
told the four of us that he would be gone for a
couple of days with work, and that it would be
better if he went alone to visit David.

We all decided to take the time and clean up

around the mansion, just in case David were to
come home with dad. It was about a week later
before the four of us had the opportunity of
meeting David for the first time.
He was peacefully sleeping on his bed when
the four of us entered his room. Karter, and I
thought it was very rude, as well as creepy to
spy on him while he was sleeping, but the girls
insisted on it.
Rebecca for some unknown reason started to
giggle, and like a contagious cold we were all
affected

by

it

and

uncontrollably

began

giggling ourselves. David started waking up, so

we quieted down and patiently waited for him
to fully wake up.
He looked up at us humorously and said Well
are you all just going to sit there, and stare at
me? We looked at each other smiling, and
instantly took a liking to David.

he five us were inseparable during the

remainder

of

the

summer.

We

practically did everything together

and always had each others back no

matter what. But summer vacation was sadly

over, and like most teens around the world we
were dreading the thought of heading back to
school once again.
There was just a little under one week before
school would officially start back up again. The
five us would be entering our sophomore year
at Bellingham High school. Ethan, Karter, and
I received our class schedules in the mail, and
had all but one class together, which would be
our seventh period class.

The three of us would also be playing on the

varsity football team this year. Rebecca, and
Adara also received their class schedule today.
The two of them would have every class
together including the schools debate club,
and cheerleading team.
Today was a nice day so, when the girls were
completely done with their summer cheer
practice we decided to all walk down to
Larrabee Park, and throw the Frisbee for a bit.
It was a quarter pass seven by the time we got
to the park and nobody was around. Luckily
that meant we had the entire park to ourselves,
at least for a few minutes or so.
The weather was perfect for throwing a
Frisbee. The air was lukewarm with a slight
breeze, and the sky was clear enough to gaze
up at, and see the billions of stars painted
throughout

out

the

night.

The

moons

reflection was glimmering brightly off of the

water giving us plenty of light to see.
After, a good thirty minutes of throwing the
Frisbee around, Adara started to complain that
she was getting terribly hungry.

We decided to take a quick break and to

consume some of the snacks and beverages
that Ethan had packed for us in the duffle bag.
I mentioned to the group it was getting late,
and that it would be wise to head back home in
the next fifteen minutes. Everyone nodded in
agreement while continuing to stuff their
mouths with chips, granola bars, and left over
cold pizza from the night before.
Feeling a bit parched, I started fumbling
through the duffle bag looking for something
to drink. My hand came across something that
was oval shaped, smooth, and very familiar to
my senses.
Ethan had cleverly without being noticed
brought each of our Garva stones. Ethan had a
dream a while back, that the five of us were all
gathered around Avram with our Garva stones
lifted high into the air. Avram then approached
each of us individually and bestowed powers to
each of us by speaking with authority through
the stones.
You see the five of us each have a unique and
special

stone

thats

designated

to

us

specifically from Avram. The Garva stones

were originally from the seventh demission,
also known as Eslzter. And our father was the
one who had travelled around the world,
spending countless hours, as well as money on
excavating them up from deep under the
ground.
The five of us would not know the time or day
that we were to encounter Arvam as a group.
That is why Ethan had always carried the
stones everywhere we went, he wanted us to
always be prepared just in case.
Alright you guys lets pack up and head home,
before dad begins to worry where were at. We
started to pack up to leave, I helped Adara by
picking up all the loose trash that was laying
on the ground, accumulated from our snack
wrappers and plastic water bottles.
Thats when I noticed in the corner of my eye
like a thief in the night something hiding
behind a tree spying on the five of us.
I casually signaled with my hands for Karter to
come over to me. But before he could take a

single step towards me, the ground began to

violently shake with tremors beneath our feet.
Then a thunderous trumpet like sound echoed
throughout the park. The sound was so loud
that we literally had to cover our ears with our
hands to ensure our eardrums wouldnt burst.
What the heck is going on, Karter screamed.
I think its happening you guys, Ethan stated.
Guys look at the stones, the roman numerals
on them are beginning to glow with light.
I think your right Rebecca, I answered while
rubbing at my eyes trying to focus in on the
Garva stones.
Look at the sky, yelled Adara.

All of us

looked up simultaneously, the once clear sky

was beginning to become massed with dark
grayish looking clouds rolling in from all
directions. The size of these clouds were
massive in appearance, slightly resembling
large hills that you would find out in the open
countryside.
Ethan pointing with his finger in the direction
of the duffle bag was the first to notice (in spite
of everything that was going on) the Garva

stones. They were magically levitating in the

air, climbing higher and higher, while rotating
counterclockwise

and

rapidly

picking

up

speed.
The luminosity from the stones were emitting
beams of light that were so powerful, that they
penetrated straight through the thickness of
the clouds travelling the distance all the way to
the moon. Without an explanation everything
ceased at the very moment.
The clouds began to slowly disperse until there
was nothing left of them, the tremors beneath
our feet vanished without a trace, and the
sound of the terrifying trumpet was no longer
heard.
But the Garva stones continued to float in the
air, but were no longer spinning horizontally or
counterclockwise, rather they were in an
upright looking position, as if waiting for
orders from the unknown. Then like speeding
bullets they shot clear over our heads in the
direction of where I had noticed something
hiding behind the tree from before. Is
someone there!, I shouted at the top of my

lungs. And like a person turning the lights on

in a dimmed and dark room, an energy of light
greater than the sun stepped out from behind
the tree and illuminated the entire park,
piercing through everything in it.
Staring at this unknown and glorious light
steadily approaching us started to scorch the
surface of my eyes, to the point that I had to
close them. The closer it got to us the more it
became physically unbearable to withstand.
I quickly laid down on the ground with my
chest completely flat, and tried shielding my
eyes by burying them in the earth.
I must had laid in that position for over a solid
minute, thats until I felt something tapping me
on my head. Looking up, I noticed a pleasant
and familiar face, it was the same one that I
had met in my dream.
Avram the great, is it really you? The other four
gasping for words quickly joined me in pure
excitement. This was the first time that the five
of us had physically

encountered Arvam

together as a group. I mean each one of us had

our own personal experiences with him from

before, either in a dream, vision, or some

mysterious way but by all means this was
different.

Avram

knew

that

we

had

unanswered questions for him, and so he took

the time to personally engage each one of us
one-on-one. He talked with Ethan first, then
worked his way to Adara, next he talked with
Kater, followed with Rebecca, and lastly he
finished with me.
Im not sure what the other four had asked
Avram, nor do I know what questions remained
unanswered. All I know is the things that were
conveyed to each of us individually from Avram
was only meant for our ears to hear, our minds
to grasp, and most importantly for our hearts
to embrace as absolute truth!
Avram then instructed the five us to stand side
by side one another with our Garva stones
lifted high up in the air. Next, he stood in front
of us and began speaking in a language that
was unfamiliar to us. When he was all done
speaking the Garva stones were activated, and
shot a thin laser beam of white, and purple
lights vertically into the heaven. I was so

fixated on the stones that I hadnt realized we

were somehow lifted in the air, twenty-feet
from the ground to be exact. Suddenly, the
stones gravitated their way towards us like a
magnet being pulled by the magnetic force of
another magnet (or by some invisible force).
The beam of light from each stone then fixed
its position on each of us targeting our hearts.
Excruciating pain was the next thing that
followed, I can only describe it as being a
lancinating type of pain. I had that nauseating
feeling that a person tends to get when they go
on a boat ride for the very first time.
The good news was that the pain receded and
the nausea feeling subsided entirely. The five
us were safely back on the ground, but we all
looked at each other knowing there was
something different about us, both internally
and externally speaking.
Avram began to speak again, but this time we
understood every word that spoke. David,
Rebecca, Karter, Adara, Ethan, you five have
all been destined by me to protect the people
of earth. I have bestowed five powers onto

each of you. Your powers will differentiate

depending

on

each

of

your

personal

personalities. Remember, seven years from

tonight Zeviahthan will arrive at earth and stop
at nothing to annihilate the human race. It is
crucial that you work as a group to harness and
nurture the powers that I have given you.
The time is near, and I must head back now to
Eslzter, to govern the people in my realm.
I promise we will meet again throughout the
course of this seven-year period. I will always
be with you, even in the midst of disparity.
Avram then ascended into the heavens and was
gone within a few seconds. Sadden by his
departure, I looked at the guys, lets head
home its getting late and we have a lot to tell
dad I said.
Karter gave me a cheesy smile as we were
making our way out of the park entrance and
said The Tenacious Five, thats what we
should call ourselves. Smiling back at him I
replied Sounds good Karter, sounds really
good.

oday, was the first day of high school

and I was already dreading it.
Thank goodness today was only half a
day, that meant the five of us would

race home and practice our new powers in the

backyard. I anxiously waited to hear the last
school bell ring, and signify that school would
officially be over for the day. I looked intensely
at the clock hand that was ticking slowly and
started counting down in my head. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
DING! DING!! DING!!! Finally, school was over
for the day.
Karter, Ethan, and I went to go find Rebecca
and Adara, so that we could all head home.
They must have read our minds because, just

at the moment the girls greeted us from behind

hey you guys were ready to head home.
The time was one thirty in the afternoon when
we arrived back at the house. Dad was
currently at work and would not be back home,
until early the next morning.
Adara threw some pizza pockets in the oven,
and made a side of potato salad, with spicy
green beans for us to eat. After, consuming our
lunch that Adara had thoughtfully prepared for
us we decided to go in the backyard and to
attempt nurturing our five powers the best that
we could.
Avram bestowed onto us these five powers; the
power to teleport, the power to control things
with our mind (telekinesis), the power to turn
invisible, the power to stop time briefly, and
the power of wisdom.
Each of us could perform four of the five
powers equally, but our personalities allowed
for us to accelerate in one of the powers more
so than the others.
Rebeccas strongest power was the ability to
stop time.

Karters strongest power was teleportation.

Adaras was the ability to be invisible. Ethans
strongest power was controlling things with
his mind. And as for myself, mine was the
power of wisdom. Because we are only humans
and the powers received are from another
dimension,
exceedingly

our

physical

fatigued

bodys

when

became

exerting

our

powers.
That is why Avram had instructed us to nurture
our powers each, and every day for the next
seven years. He wanted to us to be prepared
for the battle we would wage with Zeviahthan,
and his posse of Nephilim demons from the
seventh dimension.
Every now and then one of us would get a
pretty nasty nose bleed, or vomit excessively
after trying to nurture our powers for a bit.
We made sure to always drink lots of water, as
well as incorporated a healthy meal plan
before, and after practicing our powers every
day.
The weeks soon went by fast, and before I
knew it we were almost nearing our Christmas

break. Our football team went seven and three,

with playoffs just around the corner. We were
the lowest seed, and that meant we had to play
against Friday Harbor the number one
seeded team in this years playoffs. Rebecca,
and Adara led the high school debate class all
the way to the National Speech & debate
Tournament. You could say things were going
pretty good for us at school.
We made sure to fit in as much as possible at
school, without looking like five teens that
possess supernatural powers, destined to save
earth, and all of mankind. If we looked normal,
and fit in with the crowd nobody would suspect
a thing. But thats easier said, than done!
Two days ago the three of us were sitting in
chemistry class when, Karter being the clown
he is tried showing off for Natalie ONeill the
prettiest girl in our school. Karter attempted to
show her his new dance moves that he had
learned from an old James Brown music
video, but instead foolishly tripped over one of
the chair legs and feel backwards. He would
have hit the floor and landed right on his butt,

but instead decided to use his teleportation

powers so save him the embarrassment. There
was really only one bad thing about that
happening

though,

the

entire

classroom

including Ms. Jenkins our substitute teacher

for the day had witnessed it happened. Ethan
leaned over to me and whispered well that will
certainly draw attention to us now.
The next thing you know people are freaking
out in the classroom gossiping amongst one
another in total disbelieve, not to mention Ms.
Jenkins bolted out of the classroom screaming
her head off.
The lunch bell luckily rang just in time and
everyone started exiting out of the classroom.
Ethan, and I sat with the girls during lunch and
told them everything that had happened.
Adara was pretty upset after hearing the news
and harshly rebuked Karter for his foolish
stunt. Just as Adara was finishing up what she
had to say, Karter walked in with a smile on his
face and a bag of Mamba candies.
He sat down with us at the cafeteria table, at
that moment Adara got up out of her chair

looked Karter right in the face and said youre

such a jerk Karter, and sometimes all you do is
think

about

yourself.

Then,

she

walked

straight out of the lunch cafeteria without even

so much as saying goodbye or see you
later. I think Adara is mad at you! Rebecca
hinted in a dry sense of humor.
Later, that day when we got back home dad
was standing in the living room with the
telephone in is hand. I just got done talking
with Principle Kirke, and he tells me that your
teacher said she saw Karter vanish in thin air
today. Does somebody care to explain?
I explained to dad what had happened earlier
today in the classroom. Dad, and Karter ended
up having a private conversation in the
kitchen, fifteen minutes later all was forgiven
between the five us.
The incident with Karter, like I stated before,
was two days ago and now everybody at school
was questioning us with their judgmental eyes,
and nasty facial expressions as to who the five
of us really were. Thankfully, Christmas break
was just around the corner.

hristmas spirit was alive in our home.

We

had

decorations

displayed

throughout the entire inside of the

mansion, as well as on the outside. Dad had

Christmas music filling the atmosphere with
that enchanting feeling. The girls were baking
all sorts of goodies in the kitchen, with
mouthwatering aromas reaching our sensitive
noses. Ethan, Karter, and I were throwing the
football in the snow while using our telekinesis
powers.
The five of us were getting good at nurturing
our powers while balancing our emotions at
the same time.

We played outside for most the day, we went

sledding for a bit, had a snow ball fight, and of
course built an enormous snowman in the
backyard.
It was seven thirty in the afternoon, and the six
of us were gathered around the fireplace
drinking our hot chocolate while, listening to
The Time Machine on audio book when we
interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Are
we expecting company?, Karter asked.
Dad answered the door but nobody was there
to greet him, he looked down at his feet. Lying
there on the cold concrete porch were five
boxes, wrapped in a fine butcher paper, with
thick twine, and a seal of a lion imprinted on
the top of each box. There was also a letter that
was laying underneath the boxes.
The letter said: Merry Christmas, these
presents are a gift from the people of Eslzter,
may they aid you in your adventures to come.
I thought to myself Avram must have brought
them for us? We carefully opened each of our
boxes, making sure not to break anything that
might be fragile inside.

In my box looked to be a purplish mechanical

looking dragonfly, about three times bigger
than a real one that you would find flying
around.
Rebeccas box contained a yellow dragon fly,
Karter had a red dragon fly in his, Adaras was
blue, and Ethans dragonfly was green. The
moment we went to touch them they somehow
were activated. Flying out of their boxes
making a loud humming voice and began to
synchronize with one another.
They were completely merged together within
a few seconds. This was by far the biggest
dragon fly that any of us had ever seen.
And this was not just any ordinary dragonfly,
but a dragon fly from the Eslzter (the seventh
dimension.)
That meant it was smarter than any normal
dragonfly found here on earth, it could also talk
by communicating telepathically with our
minds.
Adara thought it would be appropriate to name
our new friend, to give it a meaning,

and to make it feel part of the family. The name

we all decided on was Feivel. He would later
be our guide for the next seven years, and help
assist us in our future missions to come.
For the rest of the evening we watched Its a
Wonderful Life, with our dad, followed by a
lengthy game of Monopoly.
I headed to bed a little earlier than everyone
else only because, I was extremely tired plus I
wanted to wake up early enough to watch the
Seahawks home game against the Dallas
Cowboys.
That night trying to sleep was difficult, and
when I finally did, I had one of the most
unpleasant and terrifying dreams of my life.
I was on board Zeviahthans spaceship known
as Gehenna. The exterior part of his ship was
blacker than night, and as for the interior there
wasnt much of a difference, it too was as black
as night.
Trying to make out what was around me was
difficult because, all that was around me was a
dense and dark smoke that clouded my very
vision.

The smoke began to fill my nostrils with an

overwhelming smell of rotten eggs, and sulfur,
to the point that I was beginning to choke. I
could feel my body temperature rise, as the
heat from the ship was becoming increasingly
intense by the second.
My mouth was so parched that I yearned for
water, even it was only but a single drop. Then
I heard what sounded like people screaming,
and loud weeping from far off, echoing
throughout the ship. Catching me off guard
something slimy had suddenly brushed against
my arm which gave me the creeps.
The smoke started to disappear alleviating
some of the visual problems that I was having.
That is when I noticed the most horrifying and
indescribable looking creature.
In fact, this was not a creature, but rather was
a terrifying demon described by Avram as a
Nephilim.
There must have been at least a thousand of
them from what my eyes could make out. The
Nephilims stood about seven feet tall, with a
burnt plastic smell to them, and were

covered with a slimy black tar substance

covering them from head to toe. They walked
around with zombie like demeanors, it was as
if their souls were internally dead, but their
bodies were still alive with no sense of hope. I
made my way through the first wave of
Nephilims before making my way to the
command center of the ship.
Arrogantly sitting in his chair with a cunning
smile was Zeviahthan the wicked. I had half
excepted him to look as horrific looking as his
pet demons, but on the contrary he was
surprisingly

beautiful

looking.

Welcome

David, son of Adam. I have been expecting you.

I see that Avram has foolishly placed his trust
in you and has blindly chosen you to be
earths puny leader.
David lets be realistic, you and your weak
pathetic friends are no match for the likes of
me and my legions of demons.
I have conquered many dimensions, and soon I
will utterly destroy your planet with all its
people.

David if you join me, if you serve me as your

master, I promise to spare your friends lifes
and make them generals in my army. Together
we could destroy Avram, and rule over the
kingdom of Eslzter for eternity. What do you
say David? Will you join me? I looked at
Zeviahthan and said I will never serve you for
as long as I live. Avram is the one whom my
allegiance belongs to. My friends, and I might
only be humans but together we are; The
Tenacious Five!

Kyle Amador is an aspiring writer, as well as

an upcoming author who grew up in the town
of Yakima, Washington. Kyle is currently living
in Bellingham, where he is pursuing his
bachelors degree in Psychology, at Liberty
University. The Tenacious Five is the first book
of his fantasy/fiction novella series. You can
look for book two of the series next summer,
and dont forget to purchase this book on
Kindle format for all your electronic devices.