Natalie Stone

THEY SAY IíM IMMORTAL

THEY ALSO SAY THAT IíM MARKED FOR DEATH . . .

After waking up in the hospital a couple of days after my fourteenth birthday, I know that Iím no ordinary teenager. When a three-thousand-year-old lady walks into my room, telling me that I am a reincarnated immortal and that Iíd see myself going up in flames, I have no choice but to walk through the Amazon to a city that has hidden herself from the eyes and memories of people. Being a Guardian of one of the four elements was rather bearable before I decided that I wanted answers. And thatís when everything tumbled down and I found myself being pulled into a void of secrets and revelations that were left behind by the second births of the Guardians. That was when I understood that some things were best remained hidden and unknown.

If only I hadnít known about the woman who was erased from existence so that I could live . . .