Time Rasers

Hello! So, since this is my story corner, I decided to post one of the stories I'm working on. I haven't made it very far but I hope you like it.

Time Rasers

Author: Rina Love

Prologue

    Have you ever been in an antique shop? You know the place where your mom stops you at the door and tells you not to touch anything because it's old and valuable. Then you go inside and touch things anyway. Well, have you gone and touched things and had the weird feeling of a fire starting inside you and warming you as it radiates through your muscles? If you have, then you’re a Raser like me.

    A Raser is someone who goes through time (typically the past) to retrieve items with magic in them. Before you go asking any questions, no. We don't drive race cars and have a crowd of people following us around. Here, I'll explain the process of Retrieving.

    Seekers are bookworms. They find the objects then send us, the Rasers, out to retrieve them. We get the objects and send them back for the Extractors. The Extractors are sorcerers. They extract the magic from the item and place the item in the Coliseum. The item can still hold magic if asked to. That's why we keep it.

    The Coliseum is where the Seekers and Extractors practically live. That's where all the items stay too. These items could be anything. They could be things from the past like a gas light, sword, shield, and crown. Or it could be something from the future. In all my 87 years, I've never seen anyone go to the future. It's very rare.

    Now, being a Raser isn't as easy as it sounds. You don't just use your magic power to go through time, grab the object and come back. That's just too easy. We don't have magic powers to time travel, we have to wear a special ring and say the time and place where we want to go. The ring doesn't always listen to the place where we want to go. It's always within the state though.

    Rasers don't always retrieve objects. Sometimes we have to retrieve people who have the potential to become Rasers, Seekers, or Extractors. Once you complete a test, you are given a ring to show what you are. It also helps you and gives you power. Here, let me explain my life of being a Raser...

#1 Becoming Retrieved

    "Jared!" called someone down the hall. I groaned, rolled over in my bed and pulled the blankets up over my head.

    "Jared!!!"Screamed the angry voice.

    "What?" I yelled back sleepily.

    "It's time to get up. You have school today." I pulled the blankets down and looked at my clock. It read 6:00_a.m.

    "It's too early." I mumbled and buried my face in the pillow.

    "JARED DAVISON!!!" my mother screamed. "GET...OUTA BED...NOW!"

    I let out a heavy sigh and threw back the covers. I sat up and swung my legs off the side of the bed. I rubbed my eyes so I could see clearly and stood up. I walked over to my dresser and took out a fairly clean pair of jeans, a red T-shirt and a pair of socks. I got dressed and walked over to my window. I pulled back the curtains and looked outside at the early autumn leaves. I shivered at the thought of walking out there in just my T-shirt and jeans. I turned to my bed-post, grabbed my black hoodie, threw it over my shoulder and walked out my door into the hall. The smell of bacon and eggs quickly caught my attention and I jogged into the kitchen. A plate of bacon, eggs and a side of toast with jelly and a glass of orange juice sat waiting for me on the island that separated the kitchen from the dining room.

    "Did you finish your essay for English class and complete all your math homework?" mom asked without taking her eyes of the dishes she was washing.

    "Good morning to you too." I mumbled quietly to myself.

    "Well did you?" she asked impatiently.

    "Yes Mum." I answered. Being a seventeen year old without a dad was a tough life. My dad died when I was five. I still remember waking up one morning and watching the news about a thirty-seven year old man named 'Todd Davison' was killed in an accident. An eighteen wheeler had hit an oncoming dump truck and rolled over onto my dad's car and crushed him. I remember crying and my mother crying. It took us about two years to move on. The accident had been in January during a blizzard. I had always been home schooled and my mom tried to continue it but, her trying to teach me and make money at the same time had just been too hard so she sent me to public school when I turned seven and she got a job as a nurse.