She opened her eyes and saw a peculiar emerald sky with a red moon that was ten times the size of the earth's moon, though that was not the only difference. Half of it is currently falling toward the planet.

Panic rose in her mind, and she could not comprehend what was happening. Her hands shake, and people all around are screaming, but she hardly notices as she watches what is most assuredly the end of this world.

"Calreas," Trish hears someone whisper to her right. Turning her head, it seemed to take ages to do. To her left, she saw a beautiful female whose skin was reminiscent of obsidian, with her eyes glowing emerald green. Her straight, raven hair was whipped around in the heavy wind. Her ears were as pointed as daggers.

She seemed filled with a mixture of rage and despair. She pointed at me almost as if she were accusing me of something.

Upon seeing her fully, the only thing going through her mind at that moment was that the elf was fucking hot.

The elf's lips were moving, but Trish couldn't understand what she was saying. Blood-red tears started falling from her eyes; moments later, she became engulfed in a green flame burning to ash.

Darkness consumed me. 'Beep', 'beeep', 'beeeeeeeeeeeep'.

Trish opens her eyes, still groggy from sleep; she barely registers that it says Sunday at 6:00 a.m. on the clock.

She then slams her fist down on her metal alarm clock, destroying it and putting a hole in her oak desk.

"What the hell are you doing?" screams her mother, who has come into Trish's room like she does every morning. Belt already in hand, not waiting on a response, she starts swinging at Trish, pinpointing her stomach.

This is how she usually wakes up. *swats* from her mother. This time, something changed for the first time. She managed to dodge one by leaping off her bed.

Trish is not waiting for the extra *swats* that are sure to come because she dodged the first blow. She rushes past her mom, fully clothed in a gray woolen dress. Not bothering with her shoes, she gets to the front door, flings it open, jumps over the railing, falls a story, and rolls to reduce the impact.

"You ungrateful bitch, get back in here right now." Trish's mother screamed at the top of her lungs. She arrived at the door in a sky-blue mumu with her brown hair in curlers, a cigarette in her mouth, and that damn belt in her right hand. "If I find out you're going to that whore's house, I will end you!" She roared, sounding like a rabid dog.

Tears ran down her face. She runs to the one place, the one person who makes her feel loved and safe. Just ten minutes and four miles later, she arrived. She barely registered that she ran faster than ever before. Looking up at the house that, to her, is home. A small black-painted home with a purple door. She was raising her hand to knock on the door. Before she could even knock, it swung open, and she then proceeded to be smashed into a massive pair of breasts and held there.

"Trish, are you okay? I just knew something awful happened today," said the stunning woman holding her. "Momo, I can't breathe. How often do I have to tell you that your boobs will be my death?"

Finally loosening her grip on Trish, she raises her head to look at Momo. Blue eyes like a clear lake, her small nose having a splotch of freckles, long blonde hair in pigtails, seemingly putting off a girl next door vibe, but to Trish, she was like a mother, sister, and best friend all in one stunning package.

"Come inside for some breakfast." Momo then proceeded to drag Trish inside for something to eat. "Here, I know you don't like eggs, so you can have the rest of the waffles and bacon." The smell from the table was the heavenly smell of bacon and syrupy waffles. She sits at the table and proceeds to wolf down her large stack of waffles and a handful of bacon.

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In between bites, Trish tells her first about what happened with her mom, then about her dream. Momo nodded; a flash of rage crossed her face when she heard about Trish's mom. Then she started expressing wonder at the description of the world and the elf woman.

"It kind of sounds like it was love at first sight," Momo teased.

"What do you think she was trying to tell me, Momo?" Trish gave her a curious glance.

"I'm not sure; maybe your mom was coming?" replied Momo.

"Maybe it's almost every morning occurrence, though I managed to escape today, so maybe you're right." Rubbing her stomach, she is covered in deep purple bruises from the previous morning.

Momo watched her friend rub her stomach. She has to push the rage down, knowing that every time they call the cops, it never works. It ends up just making it worse. Momo reaches for her hand. "Come, let's go shopping, my treat. Because that dress that she makes you wear is atrocious. Not to mention, it looks like you need some shoes. You can keep the clothes at my house so she doesn't throw them away."

Glancing down at her feet, she realizes she has minor cuts all over her feet from running there. Raising her head, "That sounds nice; ya, let's go." Grabbing her purse, she holds Trish's hand, and they walk out the door and head to the mall.

6:00 pm

After many hours of shopping and grabbing a bite to eat, Trish is now dressed in a cute black blouse that is almost form-fitting, showing off her figure. That is typically hidden and paired with a black and red checkered skirt that ends at her mid-thigh and black goth boots.

"My mom would shoot me if she saw me in this." She said it with a smirk.

Ding. Momo pulls out her phone. "I just got a message from Jin... Gorgeous, are you and Hypnos on the way? The game starts in an hour. I have something I need to tell you both about James."

Anger overtook Trish. "I told him to stop calling you that! I am going to kick his ass this time." She burst out in a fit of laughter with tears in her eyes. "I'm just messing with you. He called me Momo."

"Why would you risk that? Last time I nearly gave him a concussion." Cracking a smile, she shakes her head in exasperation. "I wonder what's wrong with James. Let's hurry over there. We're just half an hour's walk away." She texts Jin that they will be there in thirty minutes.

6:20 pm

Both of them arrive at the stands and look for Jin. I spot him in the usual spot at the top, far right, with his head down, illuminated by his phone. Pointing at Jin, "Momo found him in his usual spot. We had a good time. He isn't expecting us for at least another ten minutes." The band played the school's fight song as they started heading their way. Finally reaching him after weaving through the bleachers. "Whatcha reading, handsome, something I would know?" Momo teased.

Jin glanced at them as they sat down, Trish to his right and Momo to his left. "It's called Omniscient Reader, and probably not."

"I'm glad you are here; something weird happened yesterday. James accidentally broke a guy's leg. He thought he snapped the guy's shin, but it turns out he shattered his femur. He will never walk again. He is distraught, but his dad forced him to play anyway."

Eyes widening, "did you say you shattered his femur? That shouldn't be possible. Was he wailing on him or something?" Trish implored. "Wait, is it that weird to shatter a femur? But no, it was one elbow strike. I think I barely saw it; James said it was one."

"Yes, it is extremely unusual, poor guy. I know James would never do that on purpose, and that's not something you can do accidentally." Trish turns and looks out into the field to see if she can see James. I saw him surrounded by his team. 'Could he have wanted to put that guy out of commission? It just doesn't make any sense.

"Break, "ten set hut," "hike." James catches the ball that was hiked to him. Something was happening with James's vision; everything was going in slow-mo, and time seemed too slow for everyone else but him. 'This is so weird,' he thinks to himself. With everyone being so slow, he starts running the ball himself since his running back has yet to move.

To everyone else, he almost seemed like a blur. In just four seconds, he ran seventy yards. The rest of the game, play after play, James steamrolled everyone. No one could even touch him. By the end, it was 280–56. This broke a world record, but only four people, besides the other team and their coach, We were not overjoyed by this, all for different reasons.

Pov Jin

'I'm happy he won, but his father will use this to push him further from his dream.'

Pov Trish

'If I did the math right, he just ran 35mph; that shouldn't be possible. What the fuck is going on? There are too many impossible things he's doing.' Trish is not realizing that she ran very fast this morning, about 24 mph.

Pov James

'Something's wrong. What is happening to me first is that guy's leg. Now I'm seeing things in slow motion. I ran too fast; nothing made sense. 'James thought. 'Was I drugged? Did I unlock my latent potential? Was it chi?' Shaking his head, James tries to come back to reality.

After the game, James didn't want to deal with all the shit that comes with winning a game and just got up and ran home with a lot on his mind. Jin, Trish, and Momo all watched him run off the field. After agreeing to catch up tomorrow, they all go their separate ways and head home. Before leaving the field, Jin looks at James's father and shoots James a text letting him know he is there to talk if he needs to.