If the idea seems familiar - it's because I'm rewriting an old story of mine I never finished. Rating: PG/PG-13 (violence may get more descriptive as the story progresses, but never more than is actually needed)
The ships were in formation, ready to strike. They seemed to stretch infinitely into the receding blackness of space behind them. They were a force so great that nothing this backwater planet had to offer could ever hope to throw against it. Earth would fall, and would serve as a base to invade the worlds beyond. The commander was shaken from his vision of what would soon unfold by the sound of his crackling intercom.
"All ships ready, sir. The last have arrived."
"All ships, stand by ready to attack on the signal."
All of a sudden, five ships broke from formation, plummeting straight towards the blue surface below.
The commander reached for the intercom: "Return to formation, return to formation." Only silence answered him. He repeated the message, but silence still answered." A corporal spoke up first: "Sir, they appear to be firing up at us from the atmosphere."
Those blasted traitors. "Return fire and destroy them. They must not jeopardize the attack. The traitors must die."
Ten ships left the formation in pursuit of them, firing as they approached the ships. One by one, all but one of the rebel ships crashed to the planet, but so did all of the Commander's ships. Somehow, the final ship lost control and plummeted into the ocean.
That resolved, the invasion was ready to begin. "Approach the planet now," he ordered. The ships began to move, but were repelled by an invisible force. Confused and angered, the commander tried to approach again, but was again repelled. The intercom crackled again: "I presume I am speaking to Commander Grentzin."
"No, he died seven years ago. Who is this?"
"A pity for us both. For you, because he would have been skilled enough not to have ships break formation and give us time to redirect power and fire up the sheilds, for me because I wanted the privilege of killing Grentzin myself."
"Who is this?"
"The man who will defend Earth from you and all your Kenonian brethren. Goodbye." The intercom clicked again. What in Jendel's ear was going on?
The commander steeled himself, knowing he would have to report back to a very displeased emperor. Four Kenonians dead in Siberia to kill that human wretch and bring down the shields, only to have them brought back up just before we attacked.
Suddenly the intercom cracked again: "Tiger reporting: safe landing on the surface, commander. Location is called by the locals Mt. St. Helens." The commander found the location on his maps. He replied, "You know where you need to get? Blend in and gather information first, then safely approach the destination. Soon we shall attack again." "Yes, commander." A soft click followed, then another burst of static. A man's voice called, "Hawk reporting: safe landing. Location appears to be called Sydney. I see a large building that looks like four sails." The commander called "Found. Blend with the locals and try not to be noticed. Make your way to the meetingplace when you can." Click.
A third time, the intercom turned itself on: "Lioness reporting: I have landed safely on a small island. The locals say it is called the land of fire." Just as before, the commander located the site and repeated the instructions. He gave the order to return home, thinking about how happy he was that none of the rebels had survived and that the mission wasn't entirely for nothing: three more operatives had reached the surface.
A log cabin sat alone in the icy wilderness, isolated from nearly all humanity. A young, determined-looking man sat calmly inside at a fire, warming himself. An older, yet still spry, man spotted the cabin and began walking towards it. He knocked softly on the door, almost as though afraid.
The man inside called "I'm in here." He entered and sat next to the fire. He paused, almost dreading the words he was about to say, then spoke softly, "Sir, I think my time is nearly up. Before long, I will pass from this world. Have you chosen a successor for me?"
The reply came as expected, "I have."
"Is it my son, Stephen?" he asked, almost hopefully.
"No, I have chosen a young girl by the name of Rebecca. She should be arriving at the door any moment."
Almost as if on cue, the old man saw a thin, short young girl with dark brown hair tied up in a ponytail walking past the window. She knocked and was told to enter.
He could hardly contain his surprise at this frail creature being chosen for such an important mission. "But sir, her?" he exclaimed.
The younger man ignored the question, and motioned the girl to him. When she came closer, he said, "This is Rebecca, who attends the school across from the library. She has been chosen. I have contacted her once before by dream, and I pulled her by dream into this room as well. The ancient power of this house still lingers. She will be the next bearer of your key."
He motioned to the man, who removed a key from a small chamber within his watch. The key seemed at once to be wonderful and otherworldly, shining in a thousand gleams of silver, gleams that seemed to encapsulate the entire room.
The younger man turned back to Rebecca and handed her the key, saying "You know the significance of this key. Guard it, with your life if necessary. Your friend Rachel is your Knower; you must not tell anyone else that this key exists. Beware the Kenonians, and never forget that they can shape-shift, for if any of them find out that you are a Bearer, they will kill you to obtain the key. The chamber is below the library across from your school. Trust no one and keep the key on your person at all times. Go now, it is not wise to linger in the place for long, some mind might sense the power that holds you here."
She walked out the door, and everything vanished.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" the old man asked again.
"As sure as I can be about anything," the young man replied. "She is young and pure and will not easily be fooled."
Rebecca woke up in bed with a start. Even though it was mid-August, she felt a certain chill that had nothing to do with the weather outside, and she pulled her blanket up closer to her neck, clutching the key in her hand. She felt like a shadow along her wall was watching her, but she gradually sunk back into sleep.
"There she is!" a voice yelled, interrupting the silence of her sleep yet again. "I've been looking for you."