LOGIN7 Kids are dragged into the world of the Unknown. They are chosen to Participate in a program where they are picked by the Gods and Goddesses of Ina and given magical powers to fight against forces threatening Ina's Safety. Kina, a 15 year old boy, must learn to control his new powers while also fighting a secret war against the evil forces of Seni. With the help of his new friends, they must work together to defeat Rhea, the leader of Seni, and stop the war.
View MoreIt was 8 pm, just like we scheduled. The group was actually on time so we had the chance to get straight to business. Artemis was standing kind of close to me, closer than usual and every time I looked at her, she just smiled. I'm not uncomfortable with her or anything, it was just...I don't know. No I do. It was...Nevermind then, I don’t actually Fucking know.
It was Saturday morning. The day of our battle. I woke up nervous about what the day had to offer. Artemis had texted me, asking to come over. The past two days, she hasn't been able to look me in the eyes without her face turning or getting finicky,She wouldn't stop fidgeting. I don't know what that's about, maybe she's been nervous about the whole plan. I can't lie and say I'm exactly calm myself.
We started texting that night about the information we had gotten. Xana revealed that the woman they escorted was indeed the manager named Semani. They had guided her all the way to the back of the restaurant to her office. They weren't allowed inside but on the door was a small rune carved into the wooden door on the bottom. When the door closed, the rune glowed a deep crimson. Luka apparently had tried to open the door again but the knob had burned his hand so all he could do was listen to the inside. According to them both, the Conversation went as so:
Wednesday had come. Luka has told our group to wear something nice, make it look like we belong. He said that he will handle getting staff uniforms for that day. As I buttoned up my dark grey shirt in the morning. Thalia appeared behind me, her cold hands held my waist. I tried to break her hands off of me but I couldn't. Together, we looked into the mirror, her eyes wandered up and down on my figure and face. Her smile was almost comforting to a certain extent, as she held me against her. Her hands had felt so wrong on my body.





