Imagine by Christiane Shoenhair, Liam McEvilly

with a stern look in his eyes, he taps his musket as if to illustrate his point. Roger that!
    The wagon finally comes to a halt in front of a house. It is absolutely beautiful, made completely of polished wood. T he entire building is covered in carvings, not just the door. I can tell from several feet away that they are scenes of epic battles and horrific scenes of disasters. Eddie jumps down from the front of the wagon and comes around to the back.
    “Let’s go, I don’t have all day. Keagan grab the other one.” He instructs Keagan as he grabs a hold of my upper arm and drags me out of the wagon. I can barely keep my feet under me; my balance is completely thrown off. I think the effects of the cereal are still yet to completely wear off. 
    “Don’t hurt Chelsey” I throw over my shoulder as I’m being dragged t owards the building.
    “I would worry about myself if I were you.” Eddie tells me without sto pping.
    This building is easily ten times bigger than the others I had seen. The inside is just as spectacular as the outside but, to my surprise, it has a large staircase that leads to a second floor. The staircase is covered with a thick, lush red carpet. The walls inside look exactly the same as the outside, completely covered in carvings of what appeared to be Gods, sitting on their thrones. The sheer beauty of it takes my breath away, there is one carving that catches my eye the most, it is that of one of a goddesses standing on top of a rock just watching a wolf and her cubs. She has eyes made of two sparkling blue sapphires.
    All too soon I am reminded of my current predicament with a jolt. Eddie and I come to a sudden standstill in front of a closed wooden door. He straightens his clothes and steadies himself before knocking on the door once and then waiting. There must be someone very important in there, I hope I am about to meet the Brother Lorrus that Keagan had spoken about; finally get some answers to all of the questions I have.
    “Enter !” says a deep voice from within the room. Just the voice alone fills me with fear. It’s a voice that demands respect.
    We make our way into the room. It is dark but I can tell it is a room where a man spends most of his time; the furniture has sharp angles and shines with a glossy finish. The man that sits behind the desk is a monster of a man, bulging with muscles, caramel skin and a sharp angular face. His intense blue eyes take me in, a calculated look on his face.  He smirks and gives Eddie a knowing look
    “So this is her , the Young Creator everyone has been talking about?”
    “Yes Brother Lorrus, this is Trish. She is the one that I have been telling you about from Dalton Academy.” He replies, a slight trepidation to his voice. Eddie sounds scared.
    “Well, well, well . Let me take a look at you, not too much to you is there? How old are you girl?” Brother Lorrus looks me up and down as he speaks; it sends a shiver down my spine.
    “I am 17 n ow. I’ll be 18 in another month or so” I tell him my eyes glancing back and forth between him and Eddie.
    I hav e no idea what is going on, these people seem to have completely lost their mind. Why do they keep referring to me as a Young Creator? My body hurts and I’m frightened beyond belief. I get to the point.
    “You need to tell me what’s going on here! I don’t know who you think you are? But you cannot hold Chelsey and I here against our wills! You are criminals and you will be held accountable for this!” I yell at them.
    This doesn’t please Brother Lorrus at all. “I do realize that you’re new here. But let’s get just one thing straight right now young lady, you will not speak to any of us in that tone ever again! Do we understand each other?” he bellows at me, making me shake uncontrollably with fear and I remember the woman that I saw getting her hands whipped in the street and the children covered in blood.
    “I am going to explain this to you only once and then I be tter