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  1. Keep This Promise

    Chapter 1:

    Heroes.
    What are they, anyway? What seperates a hero from a man who gives up his seat on a subway? Is it the fact that a hero has the world in his hands, while the man is struggling to keep himself out of debt? Quite possibly.
    Heroes.
    They always fall the hardest.
    It’s because people don’t WANT them to fall. They need heroes. They need someone to count on, someone to look to, someone to trust. Life is so irregular and fickle, just having one person who always does what is right can make life worth living for a desolate soul.
    Heroes.
    No matter how good they are, there’s one rule that applies to them everywhere: they WILL always fall.
    Always.
    Usually when I tell people this, they either don’t believe me or they shun me. I can’t blame them. No one wants to see their hero’s bold figure waver, even if it’s just in their head.
    Me? I think it’s healthy. You know you truly love something if you still stand by it after you’ve questioned it. It’s sort of like the whole “you don’t know how strong you are till you face your worst fear” school of thought.
    But people who don’t believe that get mad. Or maybe they’re just afraid that their faith isn’t as strong as they thought it to be. I won’t sit here and try to explain human behavior, however. That could take a century, at the least.
    People want to know on what authority I know all these things about heroes. The answer is simple, really.
    I was one.
    I was a hero.
    I had it all–fame, power, money. I had an entire city citing in the palm of my hand, willing to do whatever I wanted them to. Everyone knew my name, my face, and my powers. They even tried to make a video game about me, but I begged them not to.
    I was living the good life… until I fell.
    I said before that all heroes fall. I didn’t go out like most heroes, though. There was no scandal, no giant war over the city–I didn’t even have a nemesis (not yet, anyway)!
    It all started one day at school. Yes, heroes have to go to school. And it sucked just as much for me as it would for anyone else.
    It was history class, I believe. We were signing up for group projects. I wasn’t much a fan of any of the topics, so I asked my teacher if she had any suggestions.
    Instead of giving me suggestions, she told me I could do a project on whatever I wanted to.
    My friend (not a hero) later said something of the same sort to our teacher, and my teacher declined her request that time.
    I realized that I could have anything I wanted. Anything. People trusted me, respected me, “knew” I would do the right thing.
    That realization scared me. It scared me so badly, I no longer wanted to be a hero.
    So that’s why I’m here.
    In the middle of nowhere.
    New city, new beginning, new everything.
    New name, new face (thanks to the help of Dr. Montgomery–but I’ll talk about him later), new home.
    Before I left my old city, I had a conversation with one of my best friends, Preston. He asked me if I was stark raving mad.
    “Who,” I remember him saying, “would leave this behind?”
    “I have to,” was all I could say. I couldn’t explain to him that I was scared.
    I was a hero. And heroes aren’t allowed to be scared.
    Besides, I was leaving to save myself from potential disaster. Confessing to fear would be just as bad, if not worse–it would, more likely than not, score the attention of the local media. Instead, I just caught a plane flight out and never came back.
    Dr. Montgomery has got to by my best friend. He’s not a hero, but he has a hero’s heart. He’s never saved a damsel in distress, but he’s saved my sorry butt with his invention more times that I can count.
    Although he died when I was four, he gave me a “toy” ring that allowed me to change myself.
    I couldn’t turn myself into an alligator or a wyrm or anything extreme, but I could change my hair color, the shape of my face, the shape of my nose… you get the picture.
    That’s how I escaped. I slid the ring on my finger and became someone else.
    Meet Gael Gisha.
    She’s fourteen years old, just like me!
    She’s got straight, shoulder-length, chocolate-colored hair.
    She’s got beautiful, big, hazel eyes.
    Her nose, chin, and ears are perfect.
    Her skin is a light coffee color.
    In other words, she looks like a goddess.
    She’s my alter ego.
    Now, before you accuse me of being vain, I must remind you that I got to pick the exact way I’d like to look. It’s not like Gael got to be that beautiful through her own fortune–I cheated.
    When you look as unremarkable as I do, it’s kind of hard not to go all-out.
    I’d rather not go in-depth about my looks, thank you.
    Besides, I’m not me any more, I’m Gael.
    Gael.
    Gael is not a hero.
    Thank goodness for that.

    (End of chapter 1)

    Sorry I couldn’t write more, I have to write an essay I’ve been putting off.

    I’m also sorry it’s so boring and long.

    If you don’t like this story, you don’t’ have to post it.

  2. Keep This Promise

    Chapter 2:

    If you are a hero, you understand what I’m about to say.
    Heroism is in your blood. It runs in you–it runs in me. A hero not being able to rush to someone’s aid is like a singer getting a part in a musical that doesn’t require them to sing.
    I spent my first week in the new city extremely depressed. Whenever I saw a fight or mugging in a back alley, I ashamedly hung my head and dragged myself away. It was the hardest time in my life. I didn’t know my place in the world because I didn’t have one. I was a hero that wasn’t a hero any more. I was just a nobody with incredible guilt.
    Oh, yes, the guilt.
    It ate me alive. Every time I saw someone in need a little beast began knowing on my intestines, urging me to help them. But even with the promise that the pain inside of me would stop, I still didn’t do anything. I figured helping someone would just get me right back where I started.
    Goodness, life was awful. There was nothing—nothing to live for, nothing to strive for—and, most importantly, nothing to do.
    That’s right, I was bored stiff.
    As a hero, at least you got the high from the chase; the high from the anticipation of victory; the high from the prospect of losing; the high from the idea that peoples’ lives were actually in your hands—it was up to you as to what kind of fate they would meet.
    But as a citizen you got… nothing.
    As a hero, you only saw the crimes through your own eyes—you knew you saved him and him and him, and you knew you saved all of them, but you didn’t know the disasters you missed—the disasters you didn’t witness, and therefore couldn’t rescue anyone from.
    There just weren’t enough heroes for it all. Everywhere I looked there was crime—people dying, crying; getting mugged, getting stabbed, getting robbed; I didn’t like to think that a city under hero supervision could be like this.
    At first I was in denial. I thought, ‘There’s no way MY city could be like this!’
    But, of course, now that I’m not so naïve any more, I know that it was.
    And even if it hadn’t been, it wasn’t my city at that point. I had a new city.
    I felt the early tugging of responsibility to take care of the welfare of those who dwelled there about a month after moving in. The guilt combined with the feeling of responsibility practically tore my willpower to shreds. I compromised with myself—I would help with the situation as long as I could do it without getting famous.
    It wasn’t until I met a genius that the answer came to me.
    I could go rogue.
    Her name was Cassie and she had blue hair.
    Despite the strangeness of her hair color, she could blend into a crowd like a chameleon. At first I thought it was just because she was short, but with further conversation I realized she was a rogue herself.
    She and a few of her friends had watched the city’s level of safety deteriorate as crime rose and the number of heroes became suddenly too miniscule to deal with it all.
    Her best friend, Preston, had gotten kicked out of the law enforcement academy, meaning he could never work as a hero, skilled or not. Naturally, the officers were predisposed to have biases against Preston’s friends, so the academy was out for Cassie, too.
    It was a shame, really.
    We’ll get into what he did later.
    When I first met Cassie, I almost ran her over.
    My first impression?
    “Blue!” I said, surprised by the sudden need for communication.
    “Yes,” Cassie agreed, “blue.”
    She clearly got this a lot.
    My second impression?
    Short. I didn’t say it out loud, though.
    Cassie only came up to Gael’s chest.
    On me she would have come to my shoulders, but Gael was taller than I usually looked.
    Suddenly she came up to my shoulders. Then my chest again.
    It was like I flashed in and out—flash of me, then back to Gael again. I instinctively grabbed my ring and shoved it further up my finger. It had come a little loose—presumably it was knocked down my finger when I bumped into Cassie.
    Of course, I had a decision to make. I could reveal myself, or stick with Gael and say that Cassie had imagined everything. Of course, at that point I was counting on her reaction being one of total shock and disbelief.
    Instead of freaking out, she grabbed my arm and ran.
    I followed, not knowing what else to do.
    The way we moved through the crowd surprised me. It was like no one saw us. We were invisible to them. Looking back, I realize that it must have been Cassie.
    Once we had gotten out of the crowd, she slowed down. I asked what the rush had been.
    “You wouldn’t have been able to talk with me back there,” she said, “and I don’t like waiting.”
    Play dumb, I reminded myself.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    Cassie glared at me.
    I stared blankly back.
    I could feel her eyes reading my face.
    ‘Please,’ I pleaded in my head. ‘Oh, please don’t guess what I am.’
    “The flicker,” she said, finally. “What was it?”
    “Flicker?” I asked.
    I could tell she didn’t believe me.
    I made a big deal out of looking at my watch.
    “Oh, well, look at the time. I’ve got to go.”
    I promptly marched off.
    “Wait!” Cassie cried.
    I turned to face her.
    “Whatever it is you can do,” she said uncertainly, “I’m like you. I do things, too.”
    I hesitated.
    Cassie realized she had my attention. “Please, let’s talk this out.”
    The prospect was so tempting… so very, very tempting. Someone to talk to about all the things I’d kept inside…
    “I can’t,” I said, mostly to remind myself why I had moved in the first place.
    With that, I hurried off.
    While my meeting with Cassie was no longer than a minute, she left a profound mark on me that would last a lifetime.
    A covert, crime-fighting lifetime.
    I was about to learn how it felt to have an alter ego.

    (End of chapter 2)

    I’m going to try and use my vocab words in future chapters.

  3. 3. Cassie.
    I’ve already described her to you: blue hair, short.
    What I haven’t yet told you is what she’s like: gullible, naïve, innocent, trusting.
    It’s both a blessing and a virtue.
    Preston.
    You’ve already heard about his bad reputation at the academy.
    I have yet to describe him to you: handsome face, spiked dirty-blonde hair.
    He really isn’t all that bad, once you get to know him. His main problem is his ongoing quarrel with authority.
    Byron… I don’t think I’ve told you anything about Byron yet. Byron was another member of Cassie’s group of rogue heroes.
    Byron: brown (almost red) hair, tall and gangly.
    He always got this distant look in his eyes, like he wasn’t looking at you but looking inside of you. It scared me at first, but I came to like it. It gave him a wise aura, like he knew everything about you that you were ever unsure about—and that he knew that you, despite your doubts, were just fine.
    However, I haven’t told you just how I came to meet Byron or Preston yet.
    Going rogue was probably the most exciting thing I’d ever done. It was strange to head out into the danger of the night without an armed man or two at your back.
    When I launched myself out of my bedroom window, I felt inexplicably free. I knew I didn’t have to wait up for or protect my gunman shadows.
    It was only when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a windowpane that I realized my mistake: I had forgotten to put on my ring.
    The world could see my face. They would know who I was, surely.
    I crash-landed on the top of a building. My knee hit first and examination post-collision proved that it was scraped pretty badly. I shrugged it off—I was used to injuries.
    Getting to my feet, I tried to plan the way I could get back to my room without drawing any attention to myself.
    I was interrupted by a scream.
    Instinctively, I went into hero mode. I ducked down low and slunk across the top of the building, my senses on high alert.
    Peering over the edge of the building, I saw it: the cause of the outcry.
    A gang of men wearing masks were ganging up on a woman in a heavy coat. I watched her swing her handbag to knock away her attackers, but they simply grabbed it and snatched it out of her hands. She fell to her knees, crying. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but I could hear her wails from the rooftops.
    I deftly stepped off the roof and floated gently to the ground
    I tried to stay in the shadows, I really did.
    The problem with floating is that wind can blow you wherever it wishes.
    I drifted out into the light. At first, the woman’s attackers didn’t notice me, but one of them soon gave a startled cry.
    I could have lessened gravity’s pull on me, but I was already dangerously close to the limit.
    With a… how do I phrase this… ability like mine, you have to give yourself limits. My greatest fear–the thing Dr. Montgomery had always warned me about–was that I would allow myself to drift to far from the earth, then accidentally make its pull too strong. If that happened, I would surely plummet to my death.
    As I sank slowly towards near certain doom, I could clearly see the look in the attackers’ eyes. They knew what I was. They knew I was a hero. But did they know which hero I was?
    “You’re not from around here, are you?” asked one. “I’ve never seen you before.”
    They seemed calm, as if they knew they had me at their mercy.
    This frightened me. I formulated a reckless plan–I would jump off the top of their heads as soon as their heads came within reach. Of course, I failed to remember that people can stretch their hands above their heads.
    “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously. Where they just messing with me, or did they actually not know who I was?
    Hope flared up in my heard, despite my desperate predicament. Maybe showing my face in this city wasn’t such a big mistake, after all?
    I looked up and noticed that the woman had fled.
    Good.
    So I wasn’t getting myself maimed–maybe even killed–for no good reason.
    I saw a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye.
    Bedlam broke out, and I lost track of what was happening.
    Suddenly, Cassie was standing where my opponents had been, breathing heavily. The men were rolling around on the ground, groaning.
    Two boys stood with Cassie–Preston and Byron, of course. Preston instantly tackled the man who had been heckling me, pinning him to the ground. If my eyes weren’t deceiving me, he was shoving him into the pavement as if it were quicksand.
    Byron closed his eyes and the other man began to glow. He begame so bright I couldn’t bear to look. When I could no longer see it shining through my eyelids, I opened my eyes again.
    The man was encased in a sort of cocoon. I could see that he was still alive–the cocoon was bulging as the man tried to fight his way out.
    My foot touched the ground and I settled, adjusting gravity’s pull on me to normal.
    “Trying to fly solo?” asked Preston.
    “Excuse me?” I asked.
    “Don’t you know the rules?” he inquired.
    “… rules?” I repeated, not comprehending.
    Preston glanced at Cassie, who shrugged. “They’re not written anywhere,” she explained, “but they’re sort of a generally known code–like chivalry was for the knights. The golden rule for a rogue is to never go out on your own. Criminals know that you aren’t a famous, government-endorsed hero, so they know you probably won’t be missed if you die. That’s why you always need people to have your back–while they’ll be afriad to mess with an official hero, we rogues are fresh meat for them.”
    “Ah,” I said, realizing just how much danger I had been in. Being a rogue was much more intense than I had presumed.
    “So, Solo, do you want to fly with us?” asked Preston.
    Cassie looked at me and nodded, a smile crossing her face.
    “It would be an honor,” I replied.
    Solo.
    They had given me a nickname.
    If the muggers hadn’t known who I was, why should they?
    If they had categorized me with the rogues, they clearly didn’t know that I was an official hero in another city.
    A fresh start being a hero.
    What more could I have wanted?
    Solo.
    I liked that.

    (End of Chapter 3)

    I used a vocab word! Hurrah!

  4. Keep This Promise

    Chapter Four:

    You may be wondering: where was I staying?
    I mentioned a room in the past segment. But who provided that room?
    Easy.
    Did I forget to mention that I’m… well, on the wealthy side?
    It’s being a hero–with incredible talent comes incredible amounts of money, and, of course, an incredibly large ego.
    It’s the ego part I was trying to avoid when I moved.
    So I basically hired a nanny and bought a small condo. That way, I could say I had a guardian.
    My nanny was always confused: I paid her full salary to take the day off.
    I liked to call her Sally, but her name was Saline Delour and she hated it. Sally suited her much better, both she and I thought.
    She had strawberry-blonde hair that she kept tied away from her face with an ice-blue ribbon. She was an exchange student from Wales, which is why she was so excited I gave her the day off. She would have completed her online classes during the times I didn’t need her, had I actually needed a caretaker. Instead, she was just someone to answer the door when anyone came knocking.
    Unfortunately, having a young adult in my life also meant that someone required I go to school.
    I had never gone to school before–I had always been homeschooled. As a hero, you can’t lock yourself inside a building for seven hours while the world might be unraveling outside!
    It was a lot different than I had expected it would be. No one was mean to me, for one; it wasn’t like those silly stories I read or watched on TV. People weren’t just walking up to me and picking on me.
    People weren’t falling head-over-heels in love with me, either. I had made Gael as beautiful as I had dared, but still she turned no heads. I assumed I just had a different opinion of beauty.
    I had written school off as a “first impression dooms you” kind of place, but it wasn’t bad at all! I made a few friends before lunch.
    My spirits were high, but I was getting restless. I had never been confined to one area for so long!
    It was at lunch that things got interesting.
    In a sea of brunette, blonde, redhead, and raven-haired children sitting at lunch tables, one head stood out: a head of thick, lustrous, blue hair.
    Cassie.
    What was she doing there?
    Of course, the answer was obvious: going to school. If I–a rogue–was going to school, it seemed kind of stupid to think she wouldn’t go to school just because she was a rogue.
    At first, I was afraid she’d recognize me, but then I remembered: she didn’t know Gael, she knew the old me.
    Or, as I had been dubbed, “Solo”.
    I avoided contact and had begun to doubt that it was actually her at the end of the day. After all, it could have just been another kid with blue hair.
    Not that they were that common, I just wasn’t thinking straight.
    When I arrived home that day, I was already overloaded with homework. It was just not fair! It was only my first day and I already had a project that counted as a test and homework in every subject.
    Of course, most of the homework didn’t actually involve thinking–most of it was just “getting to know you” stuff, but it was still a lot of busy-work.
    “This is stupid,” I complained to Sally, trying to stand my pencil on its eraser.
    “What is?” she asked, looking up from her book.
    “This homework,” I replied. “Listen to this question: ‘What did you do over the summer?’ Why do we have to answer this? Can’t we just have a classroom session to talk about it or something?”
    “I don’t know,” Sally shrugged. “If I were your teacher, I wouldn’t really care.”
    I glared at Sally. “Thanks, Sally.”
    Sally shrugged. “I’m just being frank. I mean, honestly, you’re teacher’s got to have a hundred pupils, at least. Why should he care about what you did as an individual?”
    “Maybe because I did something that would make the school look bad or something,” I sighed.
    “You didn’t, did you?” Sally raised an eyebrow.
    “Of course I didn’t!” I exclaimed. “Do I look like a delinquent to you?”
    Sally shook her head. “You don’t. But I never know what you’re doing. You’re out of the condo more often than not and you’ve never told me where you get off to.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Why would you care where I went?”
    Sally made a face, “You are paying me to look after you–you do realize that?”
    “Yes, Sally,” I groaned. “I realize that.”
    There was an awkward silence. I went back to staring at my paper and abusing my pencil, and Sally went back to her mug of coffee and the book she had been reading.
    Suddenly, her head snapped up.
    “What were you doing this summer?” she asked, her curiosity sparked by our conversation.
    “Sally!” I shouted. “It’s bad enough that I have to answer it on the dumb paper!”
    “All right, I get it, I get it,” she backed down from her argument.
    “I should sue the school,” I joked, feeling bad about yelling at her.
    “Of course,” she said disapprovingly. “How very American of you.”
    “Shut up,” I laughed and threw my pencil at her.
    “Relax!” she said, picking up the pencil. “Now, seriously? Do your work. You’re going to hate yourself when it’s two in the morning and you’re not finished yet.”
    Of course, by the time two A.M. rolled around, I had something else on my mind: heroism. I was ready to go out and be a hero.
    “I hate myself,” I complained to Cassie as we sat on a rooftop. “I didn’t get any of my homework done.”
    “I didn’t, either,” she sighed, running her fingers through her blue hair.
    She suddenly looked my way, as if she had just received some epiphany.
    “Where do you go to school?” she asked.
    “I… um…” the memory of the blue-haired head came back to me.
    My brain tried to reason against its being Cassie’s head.
    ‘How tall had it been?’ I asked myself, but it was impossible to tell–everyone had been sitting at the time.
    Before I could come up with something, Cassie leapt to her feet.
    “What is it?” I asked, standing up.
    “Sh!” Cassie pressed a finger to her lips.
    “It’s too late, you know,” a voice came from behind me. I whirled around and saw a boy wearing a baggy sweatshirt and some loose-fitting jeans. “I’ve seen you. Being quiet won’t help when you’re sitting right there in the open.”
    “Shut up, Sisher,” Cassie snapped. “You know the only reason you saw us was because of your power.”
    “Or because you didn’t bother using your power when you knew the moon was full,” he countered.
    Cassie rolled her eyes and cocked her hip. “Look, what do you want?”
    “I wanted to meet the new member,” a ghost of a smile crossed his face. “I’m Sisher,” he stuck out his hand, “it’s nice to meet you…”
    “Solo,” I said, taking his hand and shaking it.
    Sisher’s eyes flickered to Cassie. “You gave her that nickname, didn’t you?”
    “It was actually Preston,” she said.
    Sisher snickered. “I should have known.” He redirected his attention to me. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”
    “And you,” I nodded, smiling.
    Sisher let go of my hand and said to Cassie, “If you’re taking new recruits, I–”
    “No,” Cassie said firmly. “We’ll always welcome new rogues–except for you. You and your kind.”
    Sisher shuffled his feet awkwardly, but kept looking hopefully at Cassie.
    Cassie groaned. “Come on, Solo,” she said turning her back to Sisher, “leave him here.”
    I followed Cassie, who basically stomped down the old, rusty fire escape.
    “Are you trying to make that much noise?” I asked, concerned that someone might see us. I was still worried that an outside observer would recognize me, so all attention was unwanted. “What did that kid even do, anyway?”
    “It’s not him,” Cassie said, her eyes violent with anger. “It’s his kind.”
    “You hate him because… wait, what is his ‘kind’, exactly?”
    “It’s a long story.”
    “I’m a member of your team, Cassie,” I pressed. “I deserve to kno–”
    “No, you don’t!” Cassie cried. She turned to look at me, her eyes ablaze. “You’ve been with our team for, what, one run? And we saved your rear out there. It was all us. You haven’t proven yourself to anyone–we don’t even know who you are. You don’t deserve to know.”
    Cassie stood there staring at me, her chest heaving. I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Suddenly, she grunted and something inside of her snapped.
    “I’m sorry, Solo,” she said, pressing her hand to her forehead. “I’m just… I can’t talk about it right now. See you tomorrow?”
    “Sure,” I said.
    I was beginning to have doubts about my path. Although I hadn’t known anyone on the team for very long, I had already seen one of the skeletons hidden in their closet resurface.
    Only time would reveal what else I would see.

    (End of Chapter 4)

  5. Keep This Promise

    Chapter Five:

    “Hey, come look at this!” Cassie called from the edge of the roof. She was sitting cross-legged, a newspaper spread across her knees. “Apparently some hero went missing.”
    I crept over with the others, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
    Sure enough, when I looked at the article, I recognized the fuzzy photo.
    It was me.
    “Looks kind of like Solo,” Preston asked, his gaze scrutinizing my face, then the picture, then my face again, “don’t you think?”
    That was it.
    My heroing career was over.
    I’d have to move again.
    I’d have to fire Sally.
    I’d have to find a new apartment.
    But, even more importantly, I’d actually have to settle down.
    If word had spread as far as this city, I could hardly expect it wouldn’t spread all across the globe.
    I prepared myself to run, but was stopped by Cassie’s next words.
    She wrinkled her nose and squinted at the photograph, “No, I don’t really think so. Do you?” she asked Byron.
    Byron shook his head. “Not at all.”
    “Dude, you didn’t even look at the paper!” Preston cried in anger.
    “Yes, I did,” Byron retorted. “Just because you didn’t see me doesn’t mean I didn’t.”
    Cassie shook her head and smiled sadly at me, mouthing the word, ‘Boys’.
    I laughed nervously.
    That was the closest call I had.
    After the newspaper incident, my old hero self never appeared.
    I looked around for Cassie at my school, but I never saw anyone with a blue head of hair again. I was sort of sorry I didn’t, but, at the same time, I was glad I didn’t have to deal with knowing her as two different people.
    We fought multiple battles together–not like the battles I was used to, but battles nonetheless.
    Instead of protecting people from robbers, we protected pedestrians from cars or muggers. We saw a lot of sketchy characters, but I had to remind myself: I was a sketchy character now, myself.
    We were perched atop our usual building, our eyes peeled for trouble.
    And then we saw it–a squall bigger than anything we’d ever seen. Like in the movies, a dust cloud rose around the two fighters.
    Cassie jumped to her feet. A flash of combined rage and fear crossed her face. She soon covered it up with her composure and whispered to us, “Come on!”
    We floated/climbed down to the street and surveyed the problem from the side.
    “All right,” Cassie gathered us into a huddle. “We’ll strike on the first opportunity. You see a flash of person through that dust, you–”
    A loud crash behind us startled our quartet. I looked up quickly and saw a man coughing on the ground. Plaster chunks fell down from a hole he had knocked in the stuccoed outside of the building.
    We looked the other direction and saw Sisher, standing over a woman.
    The woman was clutching her purse close to her chest. Her hands were shaking.
    “Diablo!” she cried, pointing to Sisher. “Diablo!”
    With that, she stood and ran away, crying.
    “You’re not wanted, Sisher,” Cassie hissed.
    “I just saved that woman’s life, Cassie,” Sisher yelled suddenly. “Give me some credit. I’m not the bad guy!”
    There was a whoosh and Sisher was gone.
    Cassie sighed and rubbed her brow.
    “Let’s go,” she said softly, “rogue heroing is over for the night.”
    I nodded, said my goodbyes, and launched myself into the night sky.
    When I climbed through the window to my room, I noticed it was unusually quiet. Sally was always home (and awake) late at night. She would usually have her radio blaring, or maybe she’d be talking on the phone with a friend. But the silence that greeted me was eerie.
    At first, I pondered whether or not I should call out for her. I stopped myself. Something told me that all was not right.
    I adjusted gravity’s pull on me so that I hovered a few inches above the floor. Slipping through my door (which was open just enough for me to get through), I floated to the common room we shared.
    Sally was typing furiously on her computer. She looked up every few seconds, her eyes darting to the front door, as if shew as afraid someone was coming.
    “Sally?” I asked, letting myself drop to the floor.
    “Oh, my goodness!” Sally jumped about a foot in the air and slammed her laptop shut. “You scared me half to death!”
    “What were you typing?” I asked, trying not to sound suspicious.
    “I was chatting–er… writing. To a friend back in Wales.”
    I shrugged. “I hope you make contact.”
    Sally laughed nervously, “Thank you!”
    I exited the room and lurked just around the corner. Sure enough, after about a minute, I heard the clicking of her keys again.
    When I thought about it, Sally was a very suspicious character. She was from Wales, but she never talked about her Visa. She was supposed to be an exchange student, but I never saw her taking any classes. And, most of all, she never asked questions.
    A new question floated about my mind: Who was Sally?
    Who, exactly, had I brought into my home?

    (End of Chapter 5)

  6. D∂rk£r †h∂n ß∫∂çk
    By Jack Brady. 2011 copyright

    Adrian looked up at the sky.

    Good enough day for transmutation, he thought. This goes here, pour that there, and…. set. The transmutation was getting harder. He knew that. Every art becomes harder as you progress. Nothing new, he told himself. Happens everyday.

    He picked up his finger and dipped it into the container of black ink, and slowly stroked around the tree.

    Three circles around, three stars around.

    Finally, the tree was ready. Adrian slowly closed his eyes recalling the right incantations

    Instantly, his eyelids fluttered open. “My May ei sok loo thuc sa ra bon chuoose. May all the dark gods relinquish this tree of its damage to this town.”

    The tree quivered. “Or pymant ikl shilli din mee loos. Your payment is to keep all the magic the tree comes with.”

    The Dark Gods considered the exchange, and settled on an agreement. The tree crumpled to a pile of ash.

    And maybe they could clean up the waste, He thought.

    Well, hopefully the governor would be happy. He left his note on the pile of ash explaining the deed was done. Besides, what silly fools of this town, thinking the tree was demonic. Everyone knows that it was just a tree, even they should, but it was cheap money.

    Too bad he couldn’t actually meet the governor and get his money without waiting a day. Adrian grumbled. Time for food.

    Hayley stood in the forge. What am I doing here? Too bad no one was there to help. Then again there never was. Three to the righty three to the lefty, make the blade nice and mighty.

    Stupid idiots, so what if I’m a witch, get over it already. Just because I have unnaturally red hair doesn’t mean I’m that weird.

    And it was true, she had blood red hair, not to mention a small mysterious tattoo on the back of her neck.

    If only she knew enough spells to do anything to them. Instead she’s stuck in a forge with a piece of metal and told to do some community work instead of being a normal kid.

    Twelve. And already they were calling her a witch. So what if her mother was a witch, does that mean she is too?

    Burke started approaching. He was the only one that wasn’t so obsessed with his religion that he didn’t care to be around magicians or that stuff. He says he was blamed for irreligious acts and was sentenced to a lot of work around the town. Burke was middle-aged, but they became friends over the years.

    “Had a good day, Hayley?” He asked.

    “Not much. What’s-his-name came by and asked for a sword. Threw me off task, and I’m still working on it,” Hayley answered.

    “You mean the church man or whatever,” Burke said.

    “Yeah.”

    “So hows the sword coming?” He asked looking at the anvil with scorch marks on it. “And how can you burn metal?”

    “Don’t ask. I never said I was good at this,” Hayley replied.

    “Okay okay, no offense intended,” He said shying away.

    “But the sword, well this is it,” Hayley held up a twisted piece of metal.

    “Please, Hayley, give the sword or whatever that is to me and maybe we can get our chores done today and actually go home before sunset,” His words were tired, and it seemed like he practiced these words.

    Hayley handed him the metal after he put his gloves on. Ever since a week or so ago, she started wondering if being a witch wasn’t so bad. The question always bugged her, like a rock in your shoe only felt every dozen steps.

    “Hey Burke, do you think I’m a witch?” The words surprised even Hayley, and she never intended for them to come out. Maybe Burke didn’t hear her.

    She started walking away but stopped when Burke replied. “If you are asking me if you should be a witch, then I say do whatever you like. If you want to know if I thought you of a witch, I thought you had the potential to do great things, even if that means being a witch.

    “Some people have great potential like you, and never use it on anything except for themselves, and they grow up to be very unpleasant to others. If I were you then I would start to practice magic, and get the best out of my life, assuming they would accuse me of doing it anyway.”

    Hayley did not expect the answer. Not only did she expect that, but she didn’t think Burke would ask her to be a witch. Even if he didn’t ask, that’s still what she got from it.

    “I think you’re right,” Hayley said. “Maybe I should practice.”

    “Now I’m not saying I believe in any of that, but maybe it will work, you know, just in case. And remember if you become some famous witch, remember I helped you, remember me please, I hate it when I don’t get credit.”

    Hayley smiled. “Of course.”

    Burke said, “Finished,” and held up the sword. “Now be a good witch and go take this to Mr. What’s-his-name.” He smiled.

    Hayley stared at him. “I’m a witch you idiot. I’m not allowed to be seen in public.”

    “Oh yeah, but Miss Hayley, I advise you respect your elders more often.”

    We both laughed.

    Theo looked up at the sword. “You want me to take this to someone, then you gotta tell me who to take it to, instead of calling him ‘What’s-his-name’.

    The blacksmith grumbled. “Fair enough, just give me a second to go look up his name.” He called to someone back at the forge.

    A reply came back. “Um, you know the guy, that man, uh oh here it is. ‘Mr. Pomeroy.’ Lives with his wife and two daughters, somewhere near the church,” The voice was from a girl, somewhere near his age.

    “Okay, that’s better,” Theo replied.

    With those words Theo started running down the road, sword wrapped in a blanket. Church is over there, right. Maybe. I think. Yep, there it was, the building standing high up over the trees. There was a house right there, and he went to go check if Mr. Pomeroy lived there.

    Theo was a messenger, and he secretly practiced alchemy just for fun. He never found interest in Christianity, so he tried multiple religions. None really were interesting enough to make him believe in them, but so far alchemy and magic was pretty fun.

    He rapped on the door. Someone answered. “Hello how can I help you?” The person that answered the door was a woman.

    “Are you Miss Pomeroy?” Theo asked.

    “Why yes I am, how can I help you?” She was getting a little irritated. Theo hated people like this woman. So little patience.

    “I have a delivery for Mr. Pomeroy,” He handed over the sword.

    “Oh, okay, I wonder what Thomas wants with a sword,” She said under her breath. She left Theo and went inside. Theo grumbled. No tip.

    Thanx for reading! Other chapters coming soon. Like, as in I already wrote them, just gotta post them. Hehe, new motto. 😀

  7. D∂rk£r †h∂n ß∫∂çk chpt 2

    By Jack Brady. 2011 copyright
    Adrian looked flipped through the book. Inanimate objects, that should work. Adrian flipped to page 679 and studied the chapter. Four black, three green, one brown.

    Adrian added the colors to the star. The broom stood in the center of the star. One circle around it, green, two circles around it, blue, and he finished. He wiped his hands on his shirt, and picked up the book again

    Incantations, lalala lalala, there it is.

    “Rat buon chai theee la thucn sa ran. Gives this object life so it may walk with us along the earth.”

    The broom flicked into the air. It started sweeping the floor madly and started to sweep it outside.

    “Close enough,” Adrian said staring at the broom cleaning his house.

    Adrian was a sorcerer. He didn’t even know why, but he started sorcery when he was young. Maybe the gods turned him to face down the road of magic, but who knows, sometimes even the gods can’t guide fate. Or maybe sorcery was disappearing and magic guided him through it.

    Adrian was only 11, and already he was turning trees to dust and making brooms crazy with dirty floors.

    The broom started on the walls, and Adrian never thought the walls could collect dirt. Apparently the broom did. The broom went to the ceiling and whacked at it and dirt fell to the floor. The broom swept the dirt before it touched the polished-clean floor.

    “Practice makes perfect,” He said to himself quietly.

    “Had fun on your errand, Hayley?” Burke’s voice called from the forge.

    “Better than ever! Only a few tomatoes this time! And guess what, they all missed!”

    They laughed.

    “You know, if you keep it up, then maybe you’ll be able to walk around town with people ignoring you! Ignoring! Hah!” Burke was teasing her, but Hayley never minded. Him being the only person that doesn’t run from a witch, you get used to it.

    “Let’s see, Witchcraft and Other Types of Magic. Looks magical enough,” Hayley flipped through to the table of contents. “For Beginners.”

    “Better get cracking,” Burke said. “I’m not doing your chores for nothing,” That was true, Burke was doing twice as much work so she could practice magic.

    “Where did you find it anyway? I don’t know any local libraries that sell irreligious books,” Burke added.

    “Actually, there are a few hidden cults that helped me out here,” Hayley said. “And if you let me start, those extra chores won’t be for nothing.”

    He laughed, remembering his statement earlier.

    Hayley ran off, half reading the book, half walking to the bunker they had to sleep in.

    Hayley propped herself up at the back of the bed, where she rested her back on the wall.

    The book seemed interesting enough, and maybe Hayley could actually do something with her life for once.

    For beginners………… Page 13

    Hayley flipped through the book to page 13.

    Hayley started reading.

    Magic has never been invented, nor has an always controller. Magic will not always go with you or if in particular has had a bad day, then maybe even backfire. Many magicians of all kinds have learned that the hard way, and this book should help you with your magic experience, from necromancy to alchemy. These are guidelines and that every magician should follow.

    1) Never feed a troll.

    2) Magic is not a tool, but instead you are.

    3) Magic picks favorites. Pray that magic likes you, or not, I suppose.

    Hayley stopped reading. It was getting late outside, and pretty soon she wouldn’t be able read without a candle.

    “BURKE GET INSIDE IT’S COLD OUT THERE YOU’RE GOING TO GET SICK!”

    “Okay, okay, geez mom stop it, I’m coming,” Burke teased.

    “Hey it’s not my fault you’re my only friend and I don’t want you to get sick,” Hayley answered from the bunker.

    Theo stared at the tree. Theo slept in the tree, up in the branches, and surprisingly no one seemed to notice his bed up there, and so far his practicing there hasn’t been bad either.

    Theo climbed up in the tree with some dirt he needed for the spell. Once in his bed, Theo plucked a leaf and placed it in one of his hands and the dirt in the other.

    Slowly recalling the finger movements, he began tapping them with the dirt hand.
    Then with the hand and the leaf he began tapping his index with his thumb.

    Slowly his entire body started to fade into the exact colors of the tree. Theo’s hands morphed into leaves and his arms branches. Theo place his legs/branches on his arms until he became part of the tree.

    Good enough, he thought. His eyes started feeling suddenly heavy and he started to close his eyes and fall asleep.

    Theo opened his eyes to the morning sun and dew on his face.

    He started to wiggle his legs in precise movements to undo the camouflage spell.

    Soon enough his arms became normal and he jumped down from the tree.

    Theo looked for his sandals and slipped them on. He started towards the town center to look for work to do. Even if he was a sorcerer, he wasn’t quite turning coal to gold. Not yet.

    Already wrote em, just gotta post em. 😀

  8. D∂rk£r †h∂n ß∫∂çk

    The Alchemist stared at the to-do list posted on the well. Then village had sulked into their homes too much of cowards to even walk along side an alchemist.

    Every villager had to earn 3 points per day on the chart. The easier the chore, the less points.

    Adrian observed the hardest chore.

    The message read:

    MANY PEOPLE OF ROTTERDAM HAVE BEEN AVOIDING A PARTICULAR TREE NEAR THE CENTER OF THE VILLAGE. MANY RUMORS HAVE BEEN SPREADING. AFTER NUMEROUS ATTEMPTS TO RID THE TREE MANY HAVE GIVEN UP ON IT. REWARD FOR RIDDING THE TREE WILL RESULT IN +30 POINTS.

    20 points! Then Adrian could easily avoid having to come to this dreaded town for nearly a week!

    Adrian reread the note. If the tree was in the town center then… Adrian looked for any tree that stood out.

    Adrian spotted a certain green figure. It stood about 10 feet tall, and Adrian walked over to it.

    The first thing he noticed was the smell. It smelled of something moldy, Adrian guessed.

    But the biggest thing that stood out was the leaves on the tree. The tree’s leaves were nearly brown in most parts, and in others just a yellow color.

    Adrian instantly realized this tree was the work of magic, he knew that when he read the note, and when he saw it, his suspicions were only confirmed.

    While examining the tree, a kid Adrian’s age ran up to the tree and began tapping his fingers while staring at the tree. He had blonde hair and very sharp features, almost elf-like. He seemed to be very involved in whatever he was doing.

    The kid’s finger’s stopped tapping and Adrian realized a green mist had been growing around the kid’s body.

    “Hello?” Adrian asked weakly. He wasn’t used to talking to people, and was cautious not to scare the kid off.

    The child made an effort to look at Adrian but continued on his work.

    “That looks like, sorcery?”

    “Yep.”

    “My name is Adrian. Yours?”

    The kid continued his work without looking at Adrian. Adrian didn’t realize how desperate he had been to talk to people.

    “My name is Theo,” he said without looking at Adrian.

    “Hayley! New chores list for the week! Go check it out!” Burke yelled while hammering at a sword. “Maybe you can mess with that tree a bit with your magic. Heard it’s worth a lot of points.”

    “Yeah, it’s like 30 points, enough to last both of us for a week!” Hayley replied

    “Enough chit-chat go earn me some points, girl,” Burke commanded.

    Hayley started down the road with her magic book in hand, browsing through it hoping she would find something interesting.

    Hayley came up a hill she instantly recognized as the hill to Rotterdam.

    The thing that creeped Hayley out was when she walked up to the town, and to her relief, nothing was thrown at her. Even more unlikely, the town seemed very quite, no riots about the witch coming to town. No one was even in Hayley’s sight until she saw two boys about her age standing in front of a poor looking tree.

    One of the boys was tapping his fingers repeatedly. He looked younger that the other one, and had a deep blonde hair.

    The other one looked older than Finger-Tapper. The boy was desperately trying to start a conversation with Finger-Tapper.

    Hayley hesitantly started walking towards them.

    “Hello?”

    Theo and Adrian jumped to the girl’s voice behind them.

    “Uh, hello?” Adrian quickly answered.

    “Um, yeah, hi, I j-just c-c-came to look at th-the c-chores,” she said, stuttering at Adrian.

    Theo turned to look at Adrian. Nothing was unusual, except for the green mist around the tree. That couldn’t be it, the girl looked like she practiced magic herself, she dressed like it, at least.

    “Something wrong, Adrian?” Theo was done with his sorcery, and he could actually contribute to a conversation.

    “N-N-No, j-j-just an odd thought,” He said, stuttering also.

    “Okay then, should we all introduce ourselves. I’m Theo,” he said. “Anyone else wanna introduce?”

    “Yeah, I-I-I’m Hayley,” she said.

    “Adrian.”

    Theo instantly knew there was something between the two, but they weren’t acting romantic or anything.

    “Anything happen that I missed out on?” This was annoying Theo, and he didn’t get annoyed that easily.

    “No, I was just thinking something funny. So, are we all here for the tree?” Adrian asked, returning to his normal sense again.

    “Tree?” Hayley asked. “Oh that thing. The reason I came here is because I need to do some chores.

    “Wait, Hayley. You’re that witch’s girl, am I right?” Theo questioned.

    Hayley nodded silently.

    “Back to the chores. Theo, lets fill her in on the tree.”

    “Okay.”

    “So, if you haven’t known about the tree, well, its been creeping lots people, and taking it down is worth lots of points.”

    “Yeah I knew about that, I was just curious if you guys were doing it too,” Hayley stated.

    “Anyone up for it?” Adrian asked.

    “Duh, you idiots,” Hayley said, as if talking to babies.

    “Shut up, Hayley,” Theo said.

    “Okay, then, my house, tomorrow morning?” Adrian suggested.

    He gave the others the directions to get to his house and smiled as they walked off towards their own houses, exhausted by the work done today.

  9. D∂rk£r †h∂n ß∫∂çk
    chpt 4
    BTW previous post was copyrighted. So was this one

    Adrian stared at the others.

    “Well?” He asked the others.

    “Um, for a start, the tree obviously uses magic. But of course the type that is used is unobvious,” Theo said.

    “Black magic is all about bringing things to life and casting curses, and maybe that has been causing some effect on the tree,” Adrian said.

    “Oh yeah wait a sec,” Hayley reaching for something from her bag.

    “Here we go, I got this book on magic and stuff. Maybe it can be a help,” she said, handing the book to Adrian.

    Adrian flipped through a few pages and started reading aloud. “Black magic was a type of magic mages and witches used to keep their cults more secretive as churches and villages started to riot on them. Myths and legends say that black magic was magic evolved into something more dark, as the name suggests.

    “Black magic specializes in curses and death, much like necromancy.” Adrian interrupted the text. “So, I’m guessing we got enough homework, so go home and study more. Everyone got it?”

    “Uh yeah,” Theo said, surprised. Adrian couldn’t blame him, either. Adrian wanted to get away from Hayley, there was something that was odd about her. He recognized her, weirdly. But the name Hayley didn’t even sound that familiar.

    Hayley nodded. “So I guess I’ll be going now, if no one needs me…”

    “Wait, where and when should we meet next time?” Theo asked, probably pondering the question himself.

    “Uh, what about my place? It will be easy to find and practice, let alone research. Follow this road, and then take a left, there’s a bush, jump through it and you end up in my house, comprendo?” Adrian said.

    “Yeah,” Theo and Hayley said in unison.

    “That’s not English. You should watch what language you speak around certain people,” Theo said.

    “Yeah okay mother,” Adrian said in counter of Theo’s words.

    “Well guys, let’s split, if were done,” Hayley said to end the argument.

    Adrian watched as Theo started walking away, and was soon followed by Hayley also.

    Adrian sensed something with Hayley. He didn’t quite think it was love, there was just something about them that made them share a similarity.

    Something, Adrian though to himself.

    Hayley watched as Theo turned off towards a different road.

    While walking, she thought about Adrian, why she thought she knew him. He seemed so familiar, but the name wasn’t helping much.

    There was something, just something, she thought. If only I knew Hayley told herself.

    Just then it hit Hayley. She wasn’t even in Rotterdam anymore. In fact she had no idea how she got there, it only seemed that she was following the path. Hayley looked around and found she was in a huge place, with people swarming around her, looking like they had things much more important to do.

    Hayley was completely stunned. She knew of no place like this, but it seemed this wasn’t quite the same time period. Everything, it was such, newer. As if villages upon villages were built upon each other, and the people were wearing clothing much more advanced and civilized, and looked as if they might burn up in their clothes.

    “Hello?” Hayley asked, hoping someone would notice her. Unfortunately, no one payed any attention, and she wondered what she should do.

    She walked into a single-room store, and noticed many people sitting at chairs with cups being brought to them. A mist hovered above the cups, and she identified it as steam.

    People rushed in and out, grabbing their steaming drinks and out to work, not one noticing Hayley.

    She brushed her fingers passed a man, and her fingers went through him.

    “Is this some kind of a joke?” Hayley asked to no one in particular.

    “I wouldn’t quite call it that,” a man said from behind her. She spun around and faced a man around 20. The man had a color of eye Hayley had never seen.

    “So now you see me. What great luck I have,” Hayley said. She also added a few words I can’t say because this is for school.

    “That’s not nice, and you kiss your mom with that mouth?” The man said disgustedly.

    “My mother died a long, long time again, I figured you knew that, everyone suddenly knows everything about me,” Hayley said.

    “No, no, that wouldn’t be fun if I knew everything about you. Then what would the challenge be?” The man said, smiling.

    “Challenge?” Hayley asked, wishing people would explain things to her more often.

    “Oh I’m sorry, I thought someone had told you,” He said, truly sounding sympathetic. “You and your friends are to be tested. The things they believe and don’t will be mixed, and few have been chosen to receive this test, less to survive.”

    “Thanks, you made my day. Now I know my friends get to die, and that I’ll probably die too. Thanks for the info. Now, if you don’t mind, I think I might need to get home,” Hayley said, trying to keep her cool.

    “One more thing, until you beat the test you can’t leave this, dimension,” He said, creeping Hayley out.

    “Okay, fine, what’s the test,” Hayley said, moaning.

    “That’s up to you to figure out,” He said.

    And in a wiff of purple smoke, he disappeared, leaving Hayley very confused.

    Theo didn’t quite get Adrian’s “assigned” homework to him. Would he be mad if Theo didn’t get the stuff done?

    Nah, He thought to himself. Better to try but be optimistic.

    Now, what was he supposed to do. Maybe he should walk back to the tree tomorrow and see if his sorcery had done anything.

    Theo soon came to his hidden tree, and, grabbing a few leaves and mud, climbed into the tree.

    Once Theo started his spell, he began to think about the others in the group. He remembered Adrian and Hayley’s stuttering, and, for a moment, it seemed that they knew each other, but neither of them were acting like long-lost friends or anything.

    The spell started to morph Theo and change him into the tree. So far – so good.

    Then something went wrong. The tree started to change colors of all sorts, and then into shapes of all sorts. Finally the tree settled into an unwarming face-like shape and a skin tone-ish color.

    The monster thing started to talk, its image constantly disrupted by flames flickering across its face.

    The voice made Theo vibrate. “It’s been a while, Theodore. I’ve been waiting, but since you stopped Christianity, your prayers have decreased greatly. It’s a sad thing, Theodore,” the voice sounded angry at Theo. And this monster knew Theo’s real name, it wouldn’t be that hard to guess, but rarely anyone knew him by Theo, period.

    “I really don’t think I know you, and I really am not all that comfortable this close to you,” Theo said, not even sure how close he was to this, this, person, he finally decided on.

    “WHAT! YOU’VE FORGOTTEN ALREADY! THAT’S SAID, THEODORE. VERY SAD! TO THINK THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY I THINK ABOUT YOU AND, NOW, NOW YOU’RE SAYING YOU DON’T KNOW ME? REALLY SAD, THEODORE,” The voice was getting ticked off, and Theo had close to 0 experience with this type of problem.

    “LOOK AT MY FACE AND TELL ME IF YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE ME. SHOULDN’T MY VOICE GIVE YOU ANY CLUE! I’M DISAPPOINTED, THEODORE!”

    Soon Theo was being picked up, and brought closer to the monster’s face by an invisible force.

    “Al….. ex?” Theo said choosing his words carefully. Then flashbacks came, and things started going downhill from there.

    Already wrote em, just gotta post em. 😀

  10. D∂rk£r †h∂n ß∫∂çk
    chpt 5? Jack Brady Copyright

    “Adrian, is that you, my boy?” The old voice came from the shanty town area most of his life involved.

    “Yes, it’s me Master,” Adrian yelled, while walking into his house. “We’ll have guests over tomorrow, fellow magicians,” Adrian informed.

    The person Adrian met was small, probably large for his age, which was to old to count.

    “Ahh, I see. So, who will be having over?” he said in a questioning voice.

    “One girl, one boy, both magicians. Met them working at the tree, the evil one people have been talking about,” Adrian said.

    “Good, maybe I can teach them a few tricks of my own?” He said.

    The old man, or as Adrian was forced to call him, Master, was a nice man, who secretly taught Adrian magic as a child.

    “Yes, that would be great. We were meeting to fix the tree, but there’s nothing odd about it except that it glows green, and it smells. Also, the tree regrows every time some one chops it down. Like, in minutes,” Adrian said, informing the old man.

    “Okay, I’ll think about it. But right now, you should get some rest. Something tells me you won’t sleep well tonight,” the old man said.

    Adrian looked at the sunset, and admired its beauty for a while before walking to the house and climbing into bed.

    Soon after, Adrian drifted to sleep.

    “I hate you! I never want to see you again!” The toddler screamed. “Never!”

    It was the first day they had gone without thanking each other. The other boy was 17. He had kidnapped the toddler from their parents, which might have been a good thing. Although that wasn’t the reason he was screaming.

    “Theodore, you know better, I have to go work. If I don’t work, then we’d both starve.

    “Never! I will never talk to you again!” Theo said.

    “You just did,” Alex said, a small chuckle spawning at the edges of his lips.

    Theo kept silent, ignoring Alex.

    “Rosey, remember her, our neighbor from next door? She will watch you at her house. Then I’ll be home, and you’ll be having so much fun you’ll forget I left, okay?”

    “…” was Theo’s reply as Alex headed out the door.

    “A-l-lex.. it can’t be you,” Theo said.

    “OF COURSE IT IS! EXCEPT NOW, I’M DEAD, AND YOU HAVEN’T PRAYED FOR ME IN EIGHT YEARS NINE MONTH SEVENTEEN DAYS! I COUNTED THEODORE, AND YOU HAVEN’T PRAYED ONE BIT!” Alex, or his ghost boomed.

    “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

    “OF COURSE YOU DIDN’T! YOU NEVER MEAN! YOU NEVER THINK! I DIED THAT DAY, REMEMBER? THE DAY THAT YOU SAID YOU HATED ME! I REMEMBER! I RE-LIVE IT EVERYDAY!” Alex said, his voice volume rocketing skyward.

    “Alex, I’m sorry, I never meant to, um, do anything that made you mad. I never wanted to make you feel bad. When I prayed for you, it felt wrong, mourning for you. I just thought that, if I showed you happiness maybe, maybe it would make you feel better, my happiness, and on top of that, I didn’t know ghosts were real,” Theo said, on the defensive side.

    Alex started to turn different shades. Soon Theo couldn’t see anything but black, and then his vision returned. Alex was nearly twice as big, and it looked like he was turning even more red.

    “Don’t be worried,” a voice that sounded completely out of sync, a voice that wasn’t even Alex’s.

    “Huh?” Theo asked. He was still shivering, shocked by the realization that his dead brother tried to kill him a minute ago.

    The shape that was once Alex changed into a more comfortable shape, and it kinda looked like a child. Theo let his guard down. Just a bit.

    “Congrats,” the more comforting voice said. Theo had trouble recognizing if it was a boy or a girl, and it’s annunciation was incredibly good, like the words were chopped up from other sentences.

    “You’re not Alex, are you now.”

    “Alex never existed, well, not since he died. Actually, I have no say in that. Anyway, back to the point. Congratulations, Theo, you’ve pasted the test. Now we wait for your friends to finish,” it said in that odd accent.

    “Test?”

    “Oh, y-y-you didn’t know, I’m sorry,” it, or he, as Theo decided, said, breaking it’s perfect English. “You had, a, uh, challenge, or test. The reason, is because my boss doesn’t like you.”

    “Yay, someone doesn’t like me,” Theo said sarcastically. “Who’s your boss anyway?”

    “I can’t tell you. You’ll know eventually,” He said. “But until then, relax, you beat your first challenge.”

    The boy faded away, until Theo was left with the flames, as they slowly died down.

    “I just asked for some straight answers,” Theo said, to no one in particular.

    In a not so different situation, Hayley stood, also wishing for straight answers. She still wasn’t quite in the mood to translate, not even close.

    “So, what am I supposed to do,” Hayley said, walking through crowds of people, literally.

    Hayley tripped over something, and looked around surprised she had any contact with anything.

    She got up and standing, or floating, was a small, round, green machine, with dots as eyes and a thin line as a mouth that went around it’s entire body.

    When it spoke, it’s lower half separated where it’s mouth was.

    “What are you supposed to do? Don’t you know what you’re supposed to do? Everyone knows what they’re supposed to do! It’s written when you were born! How can you-” Hayley cut him off.

    “That’s nice, chirpy,” Hayley said, giving him a name. The floating thing had a chirpy voice, hence it’s name. “Of course I know what to do? How could I have forgotten,” Hayley mocked, with sarcasm in her voice.

    “Do know? It doesn’t sound like that? I’m not sure, do you know? I don’t think so. You had sarcasm in your voice. It’s not nice. My name is Toby, not Chirpy. You’re not nice.”

    Hayley had already been walking off ignoring Chirpy.

    “You’ll need me later Miss! Don’t you forget that!” Chirpy yelled, oblivious to the odd-clothed people swarming around him. “I’m you’re only chance to get home!”

    Hayley continued walking, until she realized that these people could see Chirpy.

    She started back towards Chirpy, and once she got there she had no difficultly getting through the phantom people.

    “You said something about getting me out of here. Uh, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

    “Yes Miss! Now, for directions, all you have to do,” Chirpy said, flying up over the crowd, “is find out who Adrian is! I’ll give you a hint, you’ve definitely seen him before! Now, once you’ve done that, come and tell me and you’ll be out of this place!”

    Hayley walked off to a coffee shop, or so she figured, because it smelled like it.

    She walked to a chair and sat down, only to hit the floor as she sank through the chair, unable to touch anything in this, odd place.

    Hayley thought it good to stand up, so she did, careful she wouldn’t sink into the floor.

    She wondered who Adrian was. She thought maybe he was related to Burke, maybe his son. No, she discarded the thought. Burke wasn’t even married.

    She watched as two teens walked side by side, and she thought they made a cute couple. Then two adults came up from behind them and herded them into a car, where they drove off out of sight.

    Then Hayley realized the two were siblings, and the adults were their parents.

    And then Hayley thought that maybe Adrian was her brother.

    She called for Chirpy, but he didn’t respond.

    She tried calling him by a different name. “Toby! I got an answer!” And with that, the unmistakable helper came down and waited for an answer.

    “Adrian is my brother, isn’t he?” Hayley said, already knowing the answer.

    “Good job, Hayley! Now, go meet your once lost brother!”

    And soon, Hayley was being lifted into blackness, and she entered the same road she originally was on, the road home.

  11. Do my stories count as spamming? I hope not.

    § D∂rk£r †h∂n ß∫∂çk §
    Chpt. 6. Jack Brady Copyright.

    Adrian woke up in his bed, hot with sweat. He walked down to the nearest lake, and made sure no one was watching. He slipped off his clothes and walked into the freezing water.

    He remembered his dream and wondered if it was just a dream. But it was so vivid, he could recall almost every detail of it, like it was happening right now.

    Adrian got up and put his clothes back on. He wondered what he should do next. Maybe he should go look for Theo and Hayley. He didn’t, remembering that they were supposed to meet him here.

    Coincidentally Hayley started walking towards him, her red hair barely keeping up with her against the wind.

    She came up beside him and sat with him on the bank. “You will not believe what I just figured out,” she said, catching her breath.

    “Same here. You first.”

    Hayley cleared her throat. “I’m pretty sure we’re siblings. You do look familiar, and that’s the way I got out of some awkward village. Weirdo people, if you ask me.”

    “Let me guess, some weird guy said it was a test,” Adrian said, already knowing the answer.

    “Yep. Now what new did you have?” She asked.

    “I’m not sure it’s as good as yours, but okay here it goes. I went to sleep and had a dream. I was looking at myself when I was younger. Then I was seeing what I saw when I was that age, and I could do whatever I wanted. Then some guy came along and said I passed. Figured it was a test.” Adrian shrugged.

    “Whoa, hey, that sounds like something I read! Here lemme get it…” She reached behind her and grabbed a dusty old book.

    She flipped to a page, then started reading:

    Phasewalking is a rare skill that Alchemists preferably pick up, mostly at random times. Signs and symptoms of being able to Phasewalk are having odd dreams of childhood memories. Being able to Phasewalk means you can change certain past decisions a person has made, or to see various versions of what could happen in the future.” Hayley stopped reading and said, “Sounds like you,” she said.

    She handed the book to Adrian, and said, “Study it, find out more about your special ability, besides, here comes Theo right now.

    It was true, and as Theo came to sit by them, he said, “I had a rough day yesterday, anyone want to know about it?”

    “Yes, but we know it was probably some test,” Hayley and Adrian said in unison.

    “Well, long story short, I tried to hide myself into a tree to sleep, and the tree turned funny shapes and colors. Then it was my dead brother trying to kill me, and then someone said I passed a test.”

    “Cool. Something similar to us happened. I have a time travel power, and Hayley has something she might want to announce.”

    “Yeah, Adrian and I are runaway twins, except I followed him for a while, then went back to mom, she went crazy and I’m suddenly a witch. So yeah, we’re like, twins,” Hayley said. “It looked like you guys had seen each other,” Theo said, scratching his arm.

    “Yeah, although I didn’t think I quite knew I could time travel or phasewalk or whatever,” Adrian said.

    “So what should we do next. I guess we had our own fun with our dreams, or tests or whatever, so should we go back to work on the tree? I say we do. I don’t really know, but maybe we should see if anything special happened,” Hayley suggested.

    Then they were walking towards the tree

    When they arrived, Theo almost tripped himself. The tree had gained so much size it reminded Theo of the common folktale Jack and the Bean Stock.

    “Guys, I think we should leave. This might turn out messy if we don’t.”

    And Theo completely believed his own words. They started walking backwards, and then turning it into a frontward run.

    “Follow me!” Adrian yelled. They did, and Adrian led them to his house. Theo instantly realized it wasn’t quite like the lake house they were at before, this was more poor, and Theo marveled at how it still held itself together.

    Theo couldn’t shake off the fact that his sorcery earlier hadn’t worked. He had done the finger and incantations right, so why hadn’t the tree shrunk to a holdable size. The spell was supposed to work on all living things, so it should have worked on the tree. But one thought kept nagging at Theo. Maybe the tree wasn’t alive.

    Adrian broke the silence. “In case you didn’t notice, the tree was still moving. If we don’t go back there quick and evacuate anyone the village, then something may happen.”

    When Adrian said ‘something’ Theo had gotten chills sent up his spine.

    “Theo, you alright?” Theo jumped. He realized he was staring at the ground and he looked up.

    “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thought something funny,” He said, regaining his senses.

    Hayley said, “Adrian do you still have the book? Maybe it has something to help with this problem.”

    “Okay, I’ll go get it,” Adrian ran off.

    Before Theo could start his next sentence, Adrian was back.

    “Here we go…” Adrian got involved in the book for a minute, browsing through various pages and subjects. Finally, he satisfied for one page.

    “If you wish to cause dread in your town, or gain revenge, or simply just for fun, then turning a local life form into a talk of disgust, then this is how. The easiest way is to draw specific lines on or around it. Then a few incantations or wordings and its done. Level of difficulty: Beginner.”

    “So we know that it could have easily been a child that picked the spell up from a book,” Adrian suggested.

    “No, there was one detail of my test I didn’t tell you about. When my person came to say I was finished, he said that his boss was after us. And I don’t think a child is a very good boss for odd spirits controlling our life.” Theo said. “Some one’s out to get us, and they’re out for blood.”

    END OF BOOK ONE.

    Hope you enjoyed the stories! Next up is FORGOTTEN. STORIES OF THE other TWIN. 😀

  12. Forgotten
    Stories of the Other Twin.
    Pasha

    Looking back on my life, I realized how I couldn’t have survived without him. He was my sub-conscious, and what’s worse is I didn’t even realize till he was dead. So I guess I should fill you in more.

    Everyone has a twin, is always there for you, a perfect clone. See, what’s funny is I was the clone. And I stole from him. His entire life. Pasha led a life of help, even though I made him miserable. After all, I was just a clone.

    And now he’s dead. He committed suicide. He took his own life. Pasha was always there for the clone. How ironic. So yeah, no he’s dead. And I feel horrible. He took his own life.

    I jumped off the building, waiting for a sudden impact.

    SPLAT.

    Hey guys, I actually got the idea for this series, when a string of dreams like this happened to me, and I would wake up with tear-soaked pillows, and this was the first dream I had. I don’t remember it all, but this is what I made from it. If you’re wondering what Pasha and Lockon looked like, (I was Lockon) I pictured me like this dude from Gundam 00, Lockon Stratos. Pasha was like Lockon, but with shorter hair.

    Next up, FORGOTTEN, STORIES OF THE other TWIN- Trixie.

    😀

  13. By Grantm56 and RavenclawGurl

    Grant started through the forest where he always met RA and hoped RA would be there. And RA was, but she wasn’t in much of a mood to socialize with anyone. In fact, right there, in the middle of a dreary clearing, was RA herself, sprinting around as if to avoid an invisible force. Far off on the other side stood a dark, brooding figure, blades curved in his hands. Grant noticed RA, and noticed she was looking at something, but he wasn’t sure what. The figure gave one look at Grant, and flicked his fingers. Immediately RA fell over, like a pesky bug the man had flicked over. RA bellowed something in a strange language, almost as if cursing him, but the man paid no attention. He gave Grant a strange look, as if analyzing the best way to destroy him.Grant noticed the man, and stared at him, and wondered what he was doing. Out of comfort he activated his lightsaber, although it would be of no use. The man removed the hood that covered his face. His eyes, the most clear color of green, dripped like poison, and he smiled his the smile of a crook. RA gave an inward groan, cursing the man’s power, and gave Grant a look, warning him of the man’s strange abilities. Grant knew he had to do something, but nothing would pop into his head, so he closed his eyes, and thought. Quickly he thought he could use the Force on the strange man, but wondered what would happen. But the man, clever as he was powerful, merely laughed off Grant’s force.

    “Grant,” said a clear voice in his head. It was RA. “You cannot win this fight. He has the ability to create illusions and mess with your mind. He is immune to most powers and has as much brains as power.” Grant could feel his confidence waning, but he knew that this man would not allow anyone to leave the forest alive. He raised his lightsaber, feeling its power, and prepared for the man’s next move.

    But it never came. He watched as RA barreled into the man, a scowl on her face. Grant watched, hoping this meant the man would be hurt even though he knew he probally would not be hurt. He wondered if RA and the man had encountered before, because they seemed to share a mutual hate. RA grabbed her daggers, stabbing forward but the man took his own and counterblocked. Grant ran and tried to stab, but he jumped away. Grant knew that his daggers would be worthless against lightsaber which would slice it to bits, but RA didn’t have a lightsaber! Grant knew 2 against 1 wasn’t supposed to be a fair fight. If the law of logic played out RA and Grant would win for sure. But then he realized this was no ordinary man, and that what if…RA, her powers as a sorceress combined with his lightsaber power could defeat the man? But then Grant remember something he shouldn’t have forgotten. He had 1,200 lightsabers, although he mainly used one. He yelled to RA, “Close your eyes,” RA clamped her eyes shut, though decided to watch through her mind. She still wasn’t very sure she trusted Grant.Grant , sure that RA’s eyes were shut, pulled off his chestplate and pulled out one of the extra lightsabers he kept. He Forced the chestplate back on, and then yelled, “I’m ready now,”

    To be continued.

  14. By MT and RCG 😀

    Raven Avelina was walking through the forest, scanning around. She felt as if she was being watched. A blond boy with horns popped up of the bushes scaring her.

    “Boo!” He laughed.

    RA turned around abruptly. A scowl spread across her face. She was certainly not amused. “What do you want?” she snapped. “Geez,” he sighed, “I’m just playing around. My name is Magesto and I’m bored.”

    “Well then,” growled RA. “Find something useful to do. You’re being the nuisance of the forest.”

    “A nuisance?” he raised his tone, “What’s your problem, lady? It’s just a prank.”

    RA glared straight ahead. Usually her acidic stares would make grown men run off, but this strange boy did not seem to be affected.

    “You’re awfully bold, aren’t you,” said RA coldly.

    “I’m very powerful, but I prefer to abuse them for fun reasons,” Magesto smiled.

    RA felt herself growing very irritated. However, she wasn’t one to blast someone into ashes simply for jumping out, despite how much she wanted to. She sighed. “Magesto, what are you doing in Mir?”

    Magesto cleared his throat, “I just joined the war a few months ago, but I’m not very active in it – or good in my opinion.”

    “War isn’t something to just jump in when you feel like it,” RA said, ice dripping in her voice.

    “Tell that to Rain,” he rolled his eyes, “she’s the one who persuaded me to join in the first place.”

    “Rainbow Nightmare…” said RA faintly. She felt her fists clench. “You listened to that egotistical fool?”

    “She picked on me for no reason,” Magesto started pressing his palms into a fist as well, “so I tried to destroy her. I don’t like her. I’m not even sure I like anybody here!”

    I’m not even sure I like this guy myself, thought RA. “Why so?” she queried.

    “Everybody here is all about power, like me. I find everybody an enemy, but I wish I had friends like I did back in Anistereo.” Magesto had the same feeling running through his head. Mixed feelings about RA started to dictate his brain.

    RA frowned sadly. “Friends,” she said gloomily. She looked at Magesto. “Power isn’t all,” she said, her voice growing cold once again.

    “Do you need a friend?” Magesto asked, smiling with hope. “We could make an alliance against these fools and rule it all ourselves.”

    RA looked up reluctantly. There was something holding her back. “Ye…no. Wait, I…” she glared defiantly. “I don’t need an alliance, or a friend for that matter.” However, her voice betrayed her. She did need a friend.

    “If you had a bad experience in the past, I’m not like others,” Magesto told her, knowing the tone in her voice meant otherwise. “See you later.” He ran through the trees, disappearing quickly as if he was in thin air.

    RA looked far into the trees where Magesto had disappeared. “You WILL be like the others,” she said, tones of harsh anger cutting into her voice. She knew no one was there, but she silently began cursing the world around her.

    When Magesto reached his treehouse on the other side of the forest, he felt saddened and rejected. “I don’t even know her name.”

  15. We’re playing around with my mom’s phone: it has this speech thing that always comes out very funny!

    okay so once is this message was named after cities a pint the meaning of to see if you wanted to be named kinda check if he was a stupid. he went on a magical journey trying to find the meaning of his name and why his parents name him after season princeton wanna die so he found a boat and he went on the boat so you went on the boat in the boat went to the smashing a place called them and email them what is the place he was like this plan anything and once again the place is called and so he found your not and they were friends. turtles shell turtles lol turtles. ,this phone officially hate that the end of the tunnel because he got his name was internal if I can stop when your name. faucet it probably was not the same doctor so they went on the journey in the coming days inn tunnel emeril like maybe this on the moon wizard like poo no I don’t think so I’m in the candles lit on man killed everything went fine you say no. oh my god I’m so glad were passing the way I am so this phone is really cool thing and there were like a banana apparently was a banana and monkey would like new york new york new york. new york the third new york and company in the friends like I do you seriously you said running through tunnel a banana in the was it like it is if ya get out in the end of the journal of demi no sense and then whatever I guess right let’s move on. it said in the journal of demi other than me and was like a journal where is it went and asked if you’re a fat lady with a journal it wasn’t you like jim and pam’s reynold muyo up and the women and said if your child is born say something child in the woods hello I get off at the same channel 01 confusing withers like what up with the rare so it won’t really in the mood reynolds okay whatever and beyond .

    THE END

  16. I made a Hunger Games Fanfiction, with the 74th Hunger Games in Foxface’s POV. I called her “Finch” because in the movie, Ceaser Flickerman says something like “Nice to see you ____” and it sounds something like that. Foxface is a great character I wish she got more time in the book.

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