All Nightris knew was that she wasn't at home any more. No longer in a cozy cabin in her home state of Wisconsin. But in a place that she knew well, but couldn't recognize. She was lying on the asphalt behind a milk factory. As she rose off the ground-still dazed from her dream- she got a sad look at her surroundings.

Smoke stacks spitting out large amounts of pollution into the atmosphere. A milk factory (as said before), and a milk truck that had big bold letters that she could read. Milc. Typical. But why was milk spelled wrong? But then again Nightris was, sort of, dyslexic, so it may look like that.

"What happened?" She said as she got off the ground. She found her five foot tall Marqué Gold javelin and picked it up off the ground. (Marqué is French for Marked.) Now one more thing, Marqué Gold is a powerful metal that only special people-people like Nightris-can see. But there are very few of them. But that doesn't stop them from finding others and saving them.

As Nightris walked through an alley she saw another person across the street looking at her. Oh! I forgot to mention that some people might be able to see through this thing called the Marqué Magic. It's a spell that keeps, what they call, humains (humans in French) alive and clueless.

But this person seemed startled. What was he staring at? Was it her appearance? Her javelin? What? No cars seemed to be going by so she walked foreword. The boy did the same. That's how she found out it was a boy.

"That is a very large spear you have there." The boy said.

"It's a javelin. And how can you see it?" Nightris said.

"I've seen many things but nothing of a girl with a spear."

"Still a javelin. And what's your Marqué?" Nightris asked the boy.

"My what? Is that a weird of saying what is your name? Because it's Roland. Roland Ashfield." Roland said.

"No! I'm asking you what your special power is. I have one and I'm sure you have one. So what is it?" Nightris yelled.

"I don't understand."

"Just follow me. And my name is Nightris II Spiron. Daughter of Nightris. Marqué Nightrik." And they left in silence.

Thank you for reading The Pointless Mission! There will be more here soon. I hope you read the other stories I have as well. The Rising Of Chaos, Sources Book One: Ecorite, Cloudbreak University, All The Fun With Google Translate (Which will eventually get The Pointless Mission as well), and my continuing of The Fault In Our Stars with The Fault Of Falling. Leave a comment or a question if you like what you're reading! Follow me as well!

-Merida And Whirlwind.