Seven
The Beginning
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~Prologue~
As I turned over in my bed, I arranged my Siberian-striped pillow into a more comfortable positions and shut my eyes again. After my beauty sleep had been interrupted by my uncomfortable pillow, I felt myself quickly drift off again. I found myself in a dream.
In this dream, I found myself walking through a dark, silent place.
Where in the world am I? And what in the world is this place?
Soon, as I kept walking, I got to a certain place where light came seeping through. Suddenly, I found myself in a room with no darkness, just light! There was white light, yellow light, blue light, what could be described simply as a light spectrum.
“...hello...?” I said, my voice a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
Suddenly, five things appeared in front of me: a chair, a small table, a huge book, a door, and a trap door.
“What in the world?” I said quietly, impulsively starting to walk toward the trap door, feeling drawn to it. I bent down and reached for it. Just as I was about pull back the latch and open the trap door, I was suddenly blown back by a blinding force and hit my head. While I was stunned, for some weird reason, the trap door opened, and felt myself sliding across the floor towards it, even when the floor wasn’t slippery, and before I knew it, I fell through the trap door, and it slammed shut behind me.
Instead of waking up with a jerk and a gasp as I usually did, I just quickly opened my eyes, silently startled. WHAT was THAT? I thought, clutching my chest through my thin tank top as I panted quietly, even though the dream wasn’t that frightening. Maybe it was from the imaginary force.
I glanced at my clock: 5:45am. Well; my alarm was about to ring anyway. I slammed the alarm off, and got out of bed, instead of dragging myself out of bed like I usually did.
“Here we go,” I mumbled.
As I shut the door behind me in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. My smooth, tan, Hispanic face, jet-raven black hair held in a high braid, brown eyes, pointed nose, distinctive eyebrows, and my tall stature completely described my figure, even with sleeping wax in my eyes and strands of hair sticking out of my thick braid. I know that I totally describe myself as a beautiful person. A little self-pride isn’t that bad; just letting pride get out of control is the bad thing.
“I am fearfully and wonderfully made,” I said confidently, the quote from the Bible I always told myself every morning to encourage myself. And with that, I flipped on the switch for the vent and turned on the shower.
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Adven Charcole is just a twelve-year-old girl who’s going on thirteen. Being a Christian is a privilege. But her community isn’t making living out her faith any easier for her. Adven is just a normal girl, living her life at her school. Her task list? A few things: leading Bible studies, sports, helping out the community, and keeping her grades at the top. Above all, Adven spends most of her time talking to her Father in heaven and spending time with her friends.
Now, Adven’s “strong” faith—or so she thinks—is put to the test. A strange girl starts calling her “The Chosen One” and telling her about her destiny. Thrown into a world of confusion, Adven has no time to think. A mission is put into her hands: she must save seven children, and at the same time “save the world.” The children have been brainwashed and then also put into a world they know nothing of. Now, Adven’s faith and life are put on the line. The outcome could be perilous. It is a race against time.
About the Author
I was born in Chicago, Illinois, but grew up in the western suburbs of Chicago, mostly in Aurora. I am now 12 years old, in junior high, at Calvary Christian School in Naperville Illinois. Ever since I was eight years old, I have always wanted to write books to help poor children in countries like Sudan. Not only do I want them to know Jesus by reading my books, I want to donate the money I would make from selling my books to help them live a better life. As years went by, and as a young reader, I found it harder and harder to find clean fiction books to read. I realized that I could write books for people just like me and around me; so that through my writing I can help, not only poor children in places like Sudan, but children all over the world, rich or poor, come to know Jesus.
I noticed that in the society that I live in, the whole world for that matter; a lot of youths are drawn to secular books instead of Christian books, mostly novels about witches, wizards, vampires and unwholesome teen romance. Even some of the “Christian fictions”, to my disappointment, appear to borrow from secular ideas every now and then. So, I wanted to write original, wholesome, interesting Christian books, not just some boring Christian novels or novels that lamely touch on subjects made popular by secular writers. Young Christians and other youths need to know that Christian books can actually be exciting.
I started writing when I was about seven years of age, and wrote quite a few short stories in those early writing years. I finished my first novel when I was twelve years old. From age seven to ten, I wrote stories with Christian themes, which featured animal characters for little kids. Now that I am more mature and have realized that young readers all over the world are in desperate need of clean fun books, especially for youths, I am committed to writing such books. I started working on my first novel, titled Seven, when I was eleven years old. Most of my upcoming novels will be on spiritual warfare, social life, and the Christian faith. By God’s grace, I plan on writing exciting, wholesome books until the Lord calls me home.