Hey guys, thesecondgarde here!

Welcome to my sequel: The Destiny of Seven.

If you haven't already read The Second Chance, the link is ... s/9976345/1/The-Second-Chance-sequel-to-The-Fall-of-Five... and if you can't see that you can always access it through my profile!

I suggest you read it before reading this... or things could get a little confusing... :P

So here we go...

PROLOGUE

They lie in a circle around a large cylindrical, crystalline structure.

Eyes closed, dressed in simple white tunics and cut off pants, which display the four scars around their ankles.

They don't move. They don't speak. They don't show any signs of being alive.

They don't because they can't.

Pipes run from their bodies to machines placed around the room, their heartbeat and vitals monitored carefully as sedatives are pumped into their bloodstreams.

Among the pipes are wires and cables, running from carefully placed electrodes and plates to a large machine.

All is quiet except for the steady beeps of the monitors, and a low hum that resonates through the room.

And then the man in the far corner moves.

His hands fly up and clutch his heart, far too old, far too strained to go on, and the monitors start to go crazy.

His heart rate starts to spike, then drops precariously low, before he flat lines.

And then, all at once there are shouts from the others as their ankles light up, a bright red light starts to fill the room.

They scream instinctively, too weak, too tired to stop themselves as a scar is seared into their flesh.

The monitors register their pain, but no one comes to help.

Not a soul enters their circular prison.

The cylinder glows brightly for a minute, the light blinding to anyone who might look.

But then, apart from them, there is no one to watch.

There are low groans from the pain as it slowly recedes, the sedatives taking over once more.

And then the silence resumes.

So... more questions anyone? :P

Tell me what you think... and thanks for reading!

Until next time

thesecondgarde