Choice #3

      Pangea use to be a place of peace. It was before modern technology and it was a place where people solved their problems through communication instead of intimidation. There were no guns and ammunition, no wars between conflicting religions or ideas. Everyone truly loved one another and did as much as they could to help one another. 

     There was a man named Zachariah and he was the head keeper of Pangea. He made sure that peace was kept throughout the lands and he was completely devoted to keeping the peace and keeping the people of Pangea safe from the elements. The elements were the occasional floods, tornadoes, hurricanes and natural disasters of the such. The elements also included the gifted child that was born every century. These children came every century at the exact same time and sometimes used their gifts for good but sometimes used it for evil. Zachariah had been the head keeper for as long as anybody could remember. He did not age and his wisdom never failed. Every one of these children that he had come across he was able to handle and channel their gifts towards making Pangea better. The children that obtained bad gifts beyond his ability to control were considered outsiders and were gotten rid of. Now, you might think that in a place of peace it is cruel or unjust, but these children's gifts could turn a persons mind into jelly and their heart into a piece of coal. They could make a persons limb fall off with the blink of an eye and cause immeasurable pain unless dealt with in the proper manner. Zachariah did the right thing every time and he knew it. He never questioned himself about any of these decisions until Gabriela was born. She was a beautiful baby girl with black hair and eyes that held a heart with only a glance. Everyone fell in love with her in an instant, everyone except for Zachariah. It was early for the gifted one to come but year after year went by and nothing happened. Gabriela was becoming more beautiful by the day and along with that became more and more loved. Zachariah never stopped watching her. Everyday like clockwork, Gabriela would take a walk and be gone for exactly 12 minutes each time. From what Zachariah could figure out she was doing nothing wrong. She would blabber to herself about nonsense that Zachariah just couldn't figure out. This bothered him very much. Never before had he not been able to figure something out. This went on everyday of every year up until her twelfth birthday. It was December 12th and not only was it Gabriela's twelfth birthday it was Pangea's 1212 year of existence. There was a big celebration and everybody came out to celebrate. Everything was decorated and there was a lot of music, food, drink, and laughter. At 12:11 in the afternoon everything suddenly became dark and eerie. The world seemed to come to a stand still. Everyone felt it. They were confused and frightened so in turn they all looked to Zachariah for guidance. Before he even had time to think, at 12:12 everything became engulfed in water. It was not an ordinary flood because Zachariah could always feel those coming hours in advance. The water was mucky and he realized that it was what Gabriela had been talking to herself about all this time. She had planned this. The water seemed to eat away at the skin as soon as it came in contact with it. Everyone attempted to run to the top of the hill that was in the center of Pangea, but no one made it. Not one person. For the approximated 12 minutes that it would have taken to get to the top of the hill all that could be heard was the pained screeches and howls of people as they were burned by the water. Everyone drew their last breath, everyone ran for the hill, everyone except for Gabriela. Gabriela swam through the waters infested with the remains of humans freely and joyfully. She would peek out of the water with her eyes turned black like the inside of her soul. She would peek out of the water and play with the big beautiful hands of Zachariah that had now turned white from the contaminated waters of Gabriela's flood. She would never let these hands be lost, for these were the hands that would remind her for the rest of her existence of her great conquest. Gabriela, the little girl that the people of Pangea loved, had created the worst day in history and had started the evil that would continue on forever.