America -Chicago Illinois – present time – Ch1
Black straight hair that hung over his baby blue eyes with bags and dark circles. The result of college, two part time jobs that were not going anywhere, and a taking care of a mother whose mind had reverted back to a child like state. This is what Gray Deneke saw when he looked into the small, rusted, oval shaped mirror that had a single crack that ran diagonally on the lower part of the mirror. From the right side to the very center of the bottom. The frame had rusted and bronzed with age, the classic design had tarnished over the once shiny gold finish. The mirror hung sloppily over a sink that hung alone and looked as if it could become detached from the wall at any minute. Gray did not care as he leaned with his full weight, arms folded onto it, face nearly touching the dirty glass. To Gray the mirror represented himself, he too had been tarnished from years of neglect and weathering. The mirror and sink were both connected to a small bath, creating a bathroom perhaps the size of a small janitors closet. while using the toilet one’s knees would nearly touch the wall of which had old 70s floral designed wall paper which was a now drab color of beige, stained and peeling from the walls. No shower, only a small tub that would be a tight fit even for a child. Once again old and tarnished. The bathroom was part of an old apartment. Two bedroom, small living room with the same peeling 70s wall paper. In the corner of the room , Gray had a small space heater turned on the highest setting to try and beat the cold winter that had coated his 1996 silver Honda Civic outside with snow. “Elias!” came a raspy cry from the living room. This brought Gray back into the reality. “Elias!!” came the cry again, followed by a series of hacking and coughing. Gray sighed. “mom I am not…” Gray started to respond, but stopped mid way through the sentence. It was no longer worth the waste of breath. You see, Elias was Gray’s biological father’s name. Or at least, that’s what his mother had always told him. Elias bailed when Gray was two, so it was only only natural for Gray to not remember much about the man. What Gray did remember though was the string of men that his mom drug home year after year, month after month, sometimes even night after night. By age eight Gray had become a pro at cleaning needles off of the floor, opening whatever can there was in the pantry for breakfast, getting dressed in the worn clothes with holes that he had managed to wash himself, and making it on the bus right on time each and every morning. It wasn’t until Gray was thirteen however, that she started calling him by his father’s name before correcting it. Gray could tell the drugs had begun to eat at her brain. By age fifteen it was as if Gray never existed. She was thoroughly convinced he was his father. At first this made him very angry. This is when he started to cause trouble in school. He would start fights, punch walls. He even flipped a desk once because the old teacher who had also taught his father called him Ellias by mistake. After all, everyone always said he looked like the spitting image of his father. Gray always took this as an insult. Now at age Twenty his mother mistaking him for his father no longer bothered him. Many kids grow up without parents right? “coming mother,” Gray sighed once more.
The Land of Raza ch 2 Orchid – fairy territory of the north- time – unknown “Another war?!” Grace exclaimed as her left hand gripped tightly to a small tree by a clean, crystal clear pond where the moon light was glistening. The pond had a small waterfall running under a small bridge gracefully stretching across it. “I’m afraid so.” Vally stated looking down at her reflection. An almost complete blue moon reflecting along top, with a second half faded moon . Both rippling across the water with the wind. She stared blankly. Deep into her own eyes. Too lost in her own world to look up at grace from the log she was sitting on. She could see Grace’s reflection though. She could see her naturally crimped bright magenta wavy hair blowing fiercely in the wind as she stood behind her gripping the tree with strength as if she were trying to drain it of it’s life. She could even see Grace’s vague scar high on her left cheek. Grace often tried to hide this scar with her hair or subconsciously with her hand, while engaged in conversation. There was no need for that though. Grace trained vigorously. Very talented with a one handed sword and known for being a master archer. Rumor has it the best in all of the the realms of Raza . Even though she had seen combat, and has had multiple near death experiences in her life. This did not take away Grace’s radiant beauty. No amount of scars could take away from that. Grace is a special type of beauty. Grace gripped the tree even tighter. “But why?!?!?” “The truce was called hundreds of years ago right?” Valley sighed. “Almost exactly 600 years ago.” She made eye contact this time following her statement. “The truce was called 600 years ago right after my mother’s death.” Vally’s gaze fell back down to the water. There was no denying her beauty either. That is just the nature to fairies though. Even half ones. Valley is however, the first of her kind. “My father called the truce right after that bastard Leon finally succeeded in slaughtering my mother!” This time she threw a pebble angrily into her own reflection causing a splash. “All he wanted was a thrown of his own! It’s disgusting! There is no need to keep fighting when the one you are fighting to protect is dead!” She threw another pebble hard at the water. Tears of anger welled up into her dark violet eyes. The wind calmed, and the water smoothed once more. The clear sky helped the moon light glisten off of Valley’s long dark hair revealing the radiance of the violet undertones. She looked up at the moon her porcelain skin glistening. “I do not know why the fairies of the south are raging another war. It was something I overheard my father saying while I passing through the west wing’s strategy corridor.” Grace released the branch and sat down slowly by Valley’s side. “What reason could they possibly have though?” she asked sympathetically. “And exactly who was your father speaking to?” “I don’t know.” Valley said with a stern look on her face. “The only reason I was even in the west wing is because I saw a light from my bedroom window last night and became rather curious. After all the strategy corridor is only used when there is a big disturbance in the realms.” She tucked her straight, dark violet hair behind her ear, revealing both its half pointed shape and a string of earrings from the top of her ear, leading down to a royal silver earring with opal embedded in it. “All I can figure is it has to have something to do with that war hungry Rook taking his father Leon’s place On the thrown of Water Lilly.” she paused for a split second before continuing with, “He was always ill tempered, I remember seeing him at formal meetings between the leaders of both Orchid and Water Lilly. With his father being Lord of Water Lilly, and mine being lord of Orchid, we were brought to the meeting grounds of the the crystal tower even as babes. I remember when we were both 8 years old we were walking upon the peace bridge which stretches across the 30th and tallest floor out in the open air. Then I saw him. Rook Praise. First son of Lord Leon Garrard Praise the 3rd. She paused once more before saying in a low, tearful voice, “That stupid blonde hair. Those stupid gold eyes. I couldn’t help but grit my teeth, knowing a boy that handsome, that mature, and innocent looking was a complete monster! I kept my head low but as we brushed shoulders walking by, I could feel his severe stare piercing me straight through the heart, and could envision that damn arrogant smirk, as he whispered “disgusting half breed.” “I froze!” Valley jumped to her feet. “What do you say to that Grace!!” her Dark purple wings draping down her flowing white dress, her fists clinched in anger. “What do you say Grace whenever you cross paths with the son of the man who killed your mother with his bare hands?!?!” Valley was now in full rage. Tears flowing from her eyes as she reached out for grace, however ended up slipping down Graces waist, despite Grace’s greatest attempt to catch her. Valley and Grace’s hands grazed and missed, resulting both falling into the pond. Grace rose to her knees tears welling up in her eyes as valley clung, soaking in the water around Grace’s thighs. Head down, valley was sobbing louder than ever. All Grace knew to do was to wrap her arms around her best friend and tell her it was going to be alright. “But IS it going to really be alright?” Grace thought to herself. Valley’s mother was killed because she was human. Not only that though. She was Valley’s father :Lord Caspian Lee Magnolia’s lover. She was also carrying Lord Caspian’s child. It is almost impossible for a human to pass through into the world of Raza. You must be either born with blood of the six realms to pass through. There is also one other way you can pass through. If someone of Raza is curious enough to cross over into the human world. Caspian was that someone. Grace laid her head on Valley’s as her sobbing slowed , her grip on Grace’s robe loosened , her breathing slowed while she sniffled and shook in the cold water. Valley looked up at Grace with tears still in her eyes, and said, lip quivering “I’m being so selfish.” she wiped her eyes with her damp sleeve. Grace looked down at her confused. “selfish? Grace said. “yes.” Valley whispered. “I was the cause of the last war and..” “You were NOT the cause of that war you hear me!?!” Grace said fiercely grabbing Valley’s shoulders “Princess, we are not going through that again.” “Just hear me out said valley calmly.” With tears still welling up in her eyes, she stood up in the water and looked head on at grace and said, fists clinched again “I’m selfish because if a war breaks out the high council of the heavens of Raza might look at your case again. They might put you on trial again accusing you of being human.” “Vally released her fists and closed her eyes. “Grace I just don’t know how much faith I have In your bright pink hair saving you!” She took a deep breath and continued with, “what would I do without my best friend?!? …if a war breaks out and you are put on trial…Grace we …we still don’t have a definite answer on your purpose heeeerre” *splash!* Grace cut Valley off once more pulling Valley out of the water. “That’s enough worrying for today princess. Lets get you back to the palace before you catch a terrible cold.” “oh…um right..” said Valley stepping out of the water and the two started on the long garden enriched path to the Valley’s home – The Grand Palace of Orchid – Fairy Territory of the north. America –
Chicago Illinois ch 3…….still present time “What in the hell Silas.” Gray said looking blankly at the straight off the lot Hummer parked in front of his apartment complex. Silas Richardson had been Gray’s best friend since they were born. Their mother’s were attached at the hip all the way from Jr. High on through high school. When Elias was still around Gray’s mother Beth Deneke was cheerful and only partook in alcohol. And only socially at that. Even though Destiny married John Richardson the CEO of the famous Richardson Publishing company, and took the famous Richardson name. She still brought baby Silas in her BMW down to Elias and Beth’s modest, middle class home. It was only when Elias left and sent Beth on a down ward spiral through depression and drugs, that her and Silas’s mother, Destiny Richardson started to grow apart. Even at rock bottom, after Beth was forced out of her perfect little family home on the out skirts of Chicago into one of the poverty stricken parts of the city, Destiny STILL buckled Silas into his car seat and away they went to see Beth while she began her downward spiral. Silas stood there in the snow beside Gray not understanding the problem. Standing 6’1, Silas is tall but yet skinny and lanky. His hair a golden dirty blonde hung down past his eyebrows and touched the middle of his ears. He was very popular with the ladies in Jr. High, high school, and now in college. Partially because of the of his sharp jawline and the brightest green eyes any of them had ever seen. A true emerald green. And of course partially because of his last name. Silas John Richardson. The son of John Richardson who built his multimillionaire publishing company from the ground up. But for some reason, as popular as he was his relationships never lasted. Standing there, that dirty blonde hair hanging out of his Doce’ & Gabanna beanie, hands inside of his coat pockets, he turned to Gray who still confused and said, “what’s up? something wrong?” Gray just put his hand to his face, closed his eyes, hung his head, and shook it, as he said in a dry voice, “Silas. Jesus Christ. Where’s the brand new Benz from last week?”. Silas replied “Oh I still have it. It just started to snow. I you know,” “Bought a brand new flipping hummer?! All because it snowed?! unbelievable!” Gray laughed dryly once more and sarcastically. Gray scratched the back of his head, and smiled as he said “oh Silas. you sure as hell are one of a kind.”s “One of a kind.” Silas patted Gray on the back real quick and said “well whatever, I’m freezing my balls off and we are going to be late to class so lets kick it out.”
CH 4
Who am I? “Where am I? The floor feels so cold and wet. It’s so dark in here.And My head. My head feels so fuzzy.” The girl sat up holding her head. She could feel warmth running down her fingers, and dry crust matting her hair. She instantly recognized this as blood, which sent her straight into panic. “Where am I?” she said in an disoriented voice. “wait who am I?” The girl jumped to her feet, legs wobbling, the eight year old began to urinate out of fear. She was wearing some cloth that felt like a tattered dress of some sort. Someone must have dressed her. She was too terrified to stand any longer so she dropped back down to her knees. She began to crawl across the floor feeling for a wall or better yet, a door. She felt her shaking breath bounce back at her and rose to her knees steadying herself with one hand on the floor. Petrified of what she might find she extended her hand. She let out a breath of relief as her hand felt a brick wall. She began to pull herself up slowly, shaking even harder. She took a deep breath as a small memory struck her like a bolt of lightening. “MOM?!?” she screamed, while sobbing at the same time. “Where are you mom?!?” She began to sob even louder. tears soaking her face. “Mom! mom! I’m so scared! Where are you?!?” she slid back down the wall face drenched in tears and mucus. A vague light flickered from behind her. She spun around on her knees and gasped. There was a door! A door with light shining through into what she could now see was the room of a dungeon. The room was made entirely of brick. No windows, just a door with several different rusty locks on it. She then saw shadows which she recognized as foot steps. The shadows began to move closer to the door. In panic she scampered to the corner of the room and snuggled in as much as she could, as she put her head in-between her knees. At this point she was in too much shock to even cry. Then voices came. They were muffled but she could still make out what they were saying. “Is this where she is?” came a man’s voice deep and dry. The girl shivered. She put her hand over her mouth to muffle her cry. “Yes.” came an older woman’s voice. However there was something comforting in the way she spoke. Unlike the man she sounded genuinely concerned about the girl. “But you are not to harm her!” the woman exclaimed in panic. “We might not know the details of origin, but one look at her and you will see! You will see she is not human!” The girl could hear the locks begin to rattle. She squeezed her eyes shut. One by one they began to pop open. One lock. Shiver. Lock number two. Sob. By the time the last lock popped and the door opened she had her hands over her eyes unable to move or look at the people entering. “Mom.” she sobbed quietly into her tattered dress. Foot steps started towards her and she shivered some more. “Mom you said?” stated the man sounding both confused and intrigued as he leaned down to the girls level. The girl was still too petrified to open her eyes, but she could feel the man’s body heat and breath. He was very close. Too close. He then rose up as another, much gentler pair of foot steps entered the room. “Simon I beg you. please be gentle, she is just a fragile child!” It was the older woman again. She then kneeled down to the girl’s level just as the man, Simon had done, and spoke in a gentle tone.“We mean you no harm precious child.” This time the girl squinted her eyes and got a quick glance at the woman. The woman had to be in her 70s dark brown hair with gray spread throughout. She was a bit on the heavier side, face rounded, with wrinkled eyes that told not only sadness, but wisdom as well. She looked frail but a deep look into her eyes you could see the heart of a warrior. With her white traditional robe dragging the floor she got on her knees , took her hand, and wiped some tears off of the girl’s face. “It’s all going to be ok.” she said still stroking the girl’s face. “what I want to know.” said the Simon crossing his arms. Is how she remembers her mother. Her memory was supposed to have been wiped clean.” The old woman looked up at Simon and quietly said “I don’t know.” “Furthermore, is the woman she’s referring to as her mother that wrench from the warlock realm?” “Yes.” said the woman looking down at the floor. Eyes so deep in thought she could have sunk into it. “The woman known as Lydia found her as a babe on her doorstep one morning. No note no anything.” “I see,” said Simon. Dryly with a hint of irritation in his voice. “However she is not a warlock.” The girl gasped and opened her eyes out of shock when Simon kneeled and stroked her hair. Her eyes opened which were opened wide with fear, now in too much shock to close them again looked upon Simon who had the same eyes as the old women. wisdom. sorrow, but there was a difference. His dark brown eyes contained some sort of fury behind them. Perhaps revenge? “You are right about one thing.” said Simon as he stood and ran his hand through his black hair connected to his black beard. Simon was tall and average build. He was dressed in white robes that matched the old woman’s with blue lining and a gold crest on the front. “She is also not human.” Simon took the piece of the girl’s hair and stared at it with an intrigued look on his face and a slight but mischievous smile before continuing with, “Not only did Oasis, The ruler of the indigo children confirm that there is a very small amount of magic flowing within her, but there is no way possible for a human to have hair this naturally, vibrant pink.” He then stood then headed slowly towards the door hands behind his back. “Daya, take this filthy child and have her cleaned up and ready for the trial. I’m interested to see what the other head counsel members have to say.” “Come now child.” said Daya slowly helping the girl to her feet. “Now tell me. Do you remember your name?” The girl froze. Tears still filling her eyes, she thought her eyes had produced so many tears that they should have ran out.Her name then came to her. It must of been the kind words of the woman by the name of Daya that struck that part of her memory. She thought about lying. About telling her she didn’t remember. However, the warmth of Daya’s gentle hands, the kindness in her voice, it gave her the sense that she could somehow truly trust her. The kind words reminded her of her mother. “Grrr-ace..” she whimpered softly. “Grace.” said Daya with a kind smile. “What a pretty name.” they slowly started towards the door. “Now. lets get you bathed and groomed for the hearing child.” “everything will be ok.” CH. 5
“One day left! Only one day until the third semester of our senior year is over!” exclaimed Silas enthusiastically without a care in the world as they walked through the doors of the University of Chicago. “The school’s acceptance rate is only 8.8%” Stated Gray. Much less enthusiastic than Silas as he drug the snow off of his feet on the mat at the door. “I was shocked when you became valedictorian our senior year, but I’m even more shocked that you even got into this university in the first place.” “Huh?” said Silas blankly as they walked down the hall towards their first class. “I’ll have you know I worked hard to get where I am.” “I haven’t seen you pick up a text book in your life.” Thought Gray to himself. “Plus you’re as air headed as they come. Gray felt his face get unexpectedly hot. Of course I would never tell him that. And it’s not like he is stupid, or that his qualities are not outstanding.” Gray stood there for a split second trying to get a gage on his own thoughts. His face felt like it was on fire. “What was that? He thought.” Silas stopped and turned towards Gray. With a very serious tone he said, “Gray don’t let your mind come to conclusions again.” He paused before saying, “I know how it looks okay? you’re not the only one who thinks “Oh look at the little rich kid. I bet it was his parents pocket change that got him in here while the rest of us worked our asses off.” Ive heard it all. “You’ve even thought the same thing for a long time right?” “Silas’s gaze pierced through Gray. He fell silent. Silas now stood tall with his hands in his pockets. “And what hurts the most about that is your opinion is the only opinion I give a damn about.”“What should I say now? What does that even mean?” Thought Gray. “your opinion is the only opinion I give a damn about.” “Now C’mon Gray, lets go to class. They walked into the class room and took their usual seats in the back. They’ve always been that way. At least since junior high. In junior high, with Silas’s outgoing personality, he usually kept to the front of the room. Until one day he saw a boy who looked to be about his age, if not a year younger, sitting way in the back of the class by himself. Silas couldn’t help but notice the depressed look on the boy’s face. “So whats got you so down and out?” Gray jumped. “What in the hell?!?!” He looked beside him to see expensive name brand shoes crossed, resting on the desk next to him. Arms folded. He then spun around to find Silas looking at him. Gray tensed. “Well um.” he placed his palm to his forehead and sat his elbow on his knee as he let out a sigh. “You scared me I can’t get my thoughts together.” He said slightly irritated. “Why am I all of a sudden feeling embarrassed?” Silas smiled as he said, “you know what? I actually like it back here. It’s peaceful, maybe I should stay.” This time Gray was able to look directly at Silas. “His smile is warm.” Thought Gray. “maybe this is a person I can trust.” “By the way my name is Silas who might you be?” “Grr..Gray. Gray Deneke.” “Well Gray Deneke. My full name is Silas Richardson. Since we are going to be sitting here the rest of the year together and my memory is not the best, I’m going to need someone to share a textbook with me. So what do you say Gray Deneke?” As he spun his seat around and sat on it backwards Silas asked, “Want to be friends?” “Where is Silas.” came a voice from the front of the room where Silas had been sitting. Both boys turned and looked to the front where a flock of Silas worshipers were still standing.“I don’t know, he was just here!” said the girl standing beside her. A third girl looked up, saw Silas and Gray, then leaned into the circle and whispered loud enough for the boys to hear. “Isn’t that Gray Deneke?” “You mean the weird kid who always keeps his head down and never says a word?” came girl #2. “What is Silas doing sitting in the back of the class with him?” – girl number #1. There was also a girl #4, probably the prettiest girl out of all of them. She had white blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail with a pink ribbon tied around it, long pretty legs even though she tried her hardest to wear conservative clothing which was the result of her upbringing. Bright blue eyes, almost as bright as Gray’s. She stood slightly outside the circle of her friends. She didn’t say a word and even appeared to have her brows furrowed, not approving in what her friends were saying. ” the girls spun around. “I guess you could say i’m one of the weirdos sitting in the back.” All 4 girls turned beat red as they looked in Silas and Gray’s direction. “Silas took a bite of an apple and said, “You were looking for me weren’t you?” he said smirking. His glance met the quiet blonde’s baby blue eyes for a split second before she blushed and looked away. Gray was used to them. Kids had made fun of him since he showed up for the first day of kindergarten in tattered clothing. Ever since the whole class snickered when he asked to join them in the kickball game, he had built an outer shell. A Quiet, lonely outer shell. He looked to his side at Silas. “Where on earth did he get that apple.?” He thought to himself with one brow raised. “and why is my face feeling hot all of a sudden?” “If you ask me you guys are the weird ones for having a “Silas fan club.” Stated Silas with a smirk. The girls blushed even more hanging their heads in embarrassment. Crunch. Gray looked back at Silas. he put his hand over his mouth. “ Why is my heart beating so fast? Is it because I think I have finally found a friend? I don’t understand this feeling at all.” He touched his face. It felt like he had a fever. “But seriously. Where DID he get the apple?”
CH 6
“I want to just say what a pleasure it is to have been to have been your Mythology professor. I am genuinely impressed with your hunger to open your mind.” Said the professor at the end of class. I will leave you with this. “Myths are, in fact….neither primitive nor untrue. They are rather, a kind of poetry that helps us make sense of the world and our place in it.” By : Stephen H. Furrer. Everyone began to exit. “Everyone drive home safely.” said the principle, staking papers. He was getting ready to leave himself. “Say.” started Silas as the were driving back. “About Christmas break…” “Silas you ask me of this every year.” said Gray with remorse for he knew what was coming. “You know why I have to stay with mom.” “And you say that every year!”Exclaimed Silas. “Please Gray.” “No Silas.” “Gray you’re almost twenty one years old! I know how sick your mom is man” Silas said softly. Gray froze “That low voice. what has been wrong with me? Lately when I’m with Silas I get really nervous. Actually now that I think about it, the same thing happened in Jr. High school. I repressed it until now. I still can’t pinpoint what it is.” “ I know her brain is almost gone.I’ve known all along.” Gray’s eyes welled up with tears. “I can not cry, I can NOT cry dammit.” he thought furiously.” Silas looked over only to see Gray’s tear stained face in the mirror and frowned. He put the Hummer into park in the deep snow in front of Gray’s home. “At least think about it.” Said Silas softly. “This time think about as a favor for me Gray.” Gray couldn’t say anything. He just stepped out of the vehicle and into the cold winter snow, trying to move quickly so that Silas didn’t see his tear stained face. “Silas is so kind.” As he walked towards the house he couldn’t help but think for a moment “To spend Christmas vacation with Silas.” He unlocked the door and walked inside and thought again, “No worries , no taking care of mom. Drunk and passed out like she always is on Christmas eve and Christmas day.” He paused. “What am I thinking.” He said. “Mom is sick.” and what if she tried to commit suicide again.” Silas paused then looked down at his bed. “AND WHAT IN THE HELL AM I DOING PACKING A MONTHS WORTH OF CLOTHES?!?”
CH.7
“Father.” Valley leaned against the beautifully crafted pillar outside of her father’s study chamber, wearing another beautiful flowing white toga like dress, her dark violet hair elegantly braided back, and a golden arm bangle that fit perfectly on her skinny frame. “Yes?” said Caspian in deep concentration looking up from his desk surrounded by books. The room contained more books than any library that any commander had ever seen. “I over heard a conversation two nights ago over in the west wing.” Said Valley nervously. This time Caspian looked up and met eye contact with Valley. He scratched his white beard which still had hints of bright purple running through it. Fairies are as close to being immortal as it gets, but over hundreds of years, (In Caspian’s case had lived a life span of 965. thus far.) Valley still remembered his bright purple hair just starting to gray. He would pick her up, swing her around and tell her she was the prettiest girl he’s ever laid eyes on. Since she is half human her wings have never been able to fly. So that was the closest to flying she had ever been. “One, what in the heavens were you doing in the west wing? You know that is a sacred place only for the Kings, Lords, and higher up!” He paused . “ Even for family.” He said calmly. He then sighed and looked at his wedding band that he never took off, with a bright ruby embedded in it. After a moment he said in a frustrated tone, “ And two what exactly did you over hear?!” Valley couldn’t contain it anymore, she blurted out, “ father is there going to be another war?!?” His bright violet eyes grew wide. “Valley what goes on in the strategy room is none of your concern!” Valley was now dripping in sweat. The nervousness took over, she bowed and said in a trembling voice, “Sorry for the interruption your majesty, now please excuse me!” She then ran out of the room and down the corridor. “I have to find Grace.” she thought Panicking. She flew down the winding stair case and out of the door, down the long steps of the castle, and past the waterfall flowing gracefully in the middle of the stairway.“My lady where are you going??” came the voice of one of the help trimming the hedges. “To the Yokai realm!” exclaimed Valley as she flew past the maid. The maid then lifted her skirt tail and began to run after Valley. “My lady! My Lady!” she shouted as she ran as fast as her older legs could run. She had been a warrior in the war of the fairies 600 years ago and lost her wings in battle therefore she could only run. “Your father has forbidden any one from entering the Yokai realm! ESPECIALLY his daughter!!” She was out of breath and her bones ached of old age but she continued to run determined to keep her lady and mistress safe. She had looked after Valley ever since Valley was a baby. “The only reason that Caspian even allows Grace to come out of the Yokai realm and enter the fairy realm is because ever since you were eight years of age, after her trial you were attached to her hip. You cried for her after it ended and held onto her even though you had never met.” Valley slowed her running. The old maid stopped completely out of breath and looked as she was about to pass out. clothing underneath. “Ever since then.” The maid panted . “You have always been by each other’s side. As if you had known each other your whole lives.” Valley’s eyes grew wide as she remembered the trial. “Grace was just sitting there trembling, her head hanging down.” Valley suddenly tripped over a rock, and her dress got caught on a larger rock which tore it. “Miss!” said the maid breathindg heavily. “There are demons! mischievous spirits! It’s dangerous!” She grabbed Valley by the shoulder, but Valley pushed her hand away gritting her teeth in frustration. “I AM going to the yokai realm!!!” Valley exclaimed loudly. “There will NOT be another war!” she growled through her teeth. Then she tore her dress, making it knee high and ran towards the the stables. The maid called for help and the guards came flying after her, as her father screamed “Valley!!!” As he ran out of the front door, just hearing the news. He tried to lift his old wings but he couldn’t. “ Don’t let her get away! She continued to run. She could feel the blisters on her feet but she could not stop running. Out of breath she found and calmed her white horse Molly, and sloppily hooked her saddle on. Then hopped aboard. “GO! Valley yelled as snapped the reigns. The horse sprinted out of the stables and into the forest, southwest towards the Yokai realm. “Bloody hell, these wings are just for show.” said valley frustrated. One of the disadvantages of being half human. “YAW!” she snapped the reigns once more. She circled around trees in the forrest. “No use in trying to out run them.” she said. “Molly, it looks like we will have to hide.” Valley scanned the area. She then saw a waterfall with a very shallow pond and vines laying behind it. This usually meant a cave was waiting there. She could hear the flapping of wings. “C’mon Molly.” She whispered. Slowly they made their way behind the waterfall into a cold dripping cave. She slid off Molly and whispered “shhh,” as she petted her mane to quiet her neighing. She slowly made her way to the vines feeling the surprisingly warm water over her ankles. She pushed the vines back and peeked at the sky as she held her breath. She let out a sigh of relief whenever she looked to the sky and saw the guards pass. She sat on the edge of a damp rock and got a good glance around.Then she said “Looks like we will have to set up camp until they give up.” She softly said to Molly.
CH.8
“Gray.” Gray spun around in great surprise. Sitting there smoking a cigarette, rocking back and forth in the recliner was Beth. Gray’s mother. “Come again?” Gray said. He was not used to being called by his name. Beth being in reality was rare. Gray come sit by me for a second. Bug eyed gray came and sat cross – legged by her, on the carpet covered in burns from dropped cigarettes. “Gray I’ve failed as your mother.” She stopped rocking and looked straight into Gray’s eyes. “mom.” He thought still bug eyed and now shaking. “Mom don’t say that I …” “Shut up and listen!” She exclaimed. “These are HER eyes.Her real eyes.Not the ones that have been drained of life over the years.” Gray tensed up. “You know it wont be long before I lose my mind to the dark side again.So stay quite and listen well.” She said calmly. “Silas has came to me repeatedly you know.” She said staring deep into the the wall molding away. Gray pierced his lips and tried to stop himself from shaking, and from opening his mouth. “Gray go live with Silas.” She said. “go live with Silas!?” thought gray. “Buuttt..” She slapped him. She got on the floor in front of him with tears during from her eyes. “Please Gray!!” She put her hands on his knees and began to sob, while also trying to hold back. “Give me this one last chance to be a good mother. One last opportunity to give you something good in your life.” Gray didn’t say a word as tears rolled down his frozen face. As her lips quivered Beth said “This was Destiny’s wish as well Gray.” In fact, that was her wish when I started to go downhill after Elias left.” “Elias.” Gray whispered. It took him by surprise hearing her say his name with out her believing Gray was him. “She wanted to take you and give you a good life.” she paused. “She only meant it with the best of intensions.” Tear drops hit he floor. “She did it out of love for her friend. Out of love for her best friend’s son. Now Gray please leave before my mind reverts.” “No mom I can’t!” She sobbed and laid her head in Gray’s lap. All he could think to do was pat her head. He looked out of the window into the snow pouring down and whimpered “mom. Oh mom.” They held each other and sobbed until Gray, became Elias again.
CH.9
Ding Dong. The ring of the elegant door bell oddly shaped like a mysterious crest echoed through the colossal mansion. Gray had been here only once before. he had an eerie feeling that struck every nerve in his body. Since then he has made up every excuse in the book to not return no matter how many times Silas begged. Gray grabbed the back of his neck. He felt a sharp pain similar to before. He rang the door bell once more. “No wonder no one is answering.”Thought Gray to himself. The mansion was triple the size it had been before.Looking around he could see that Silas had added two more pool houses and expanded the main house to where it wrapped all the way around with small buildings on the inside, acres plentiful to be the size of a village. Gray ran out of breath just walking up the driveway after the chaffer took his car to park it as soon as he entered the massive gate with a massive R at the top. Silas’s parents had died an unexpected death. The detectives did an open shut case noting the cause of death to be murder/suicide. They said Silas’s dad must have disposed of the gun and bullet (even though there was no evidence of John extracting any sort of bullet from Destiny’s head. Nor was it probable in any way.) There was also zero shell fragments found anywhere on the scene. The cops who answered the call described it as the eeriest case they have ever had to work. “Just the feeling.” One stated during the television interview. “It was a feeling that can not be described.” said another while looking shaken and disturbed. Interviews went on for weeks. The famous John Richardson, CEO of Richardson publishing company, murderer. Silas, while air headed at times actually has excellent intuition that cannot be explained. He did not believe a word of it. Not because of denial, or because of shock. But because his brilliant intuition told him differently. Silas’s intuition has never been wrong. Gray knew this. That’s why even though looking around any other person would think it was just the work of an irresponsible twenty-one year old blowing through the abundance of money he inherited when he turned eighteen. However, Gray knew that even the extra pool houses had an important purpose “There are some times when I question what is his intuition and what is not.” Gray said staring at Silas’s five luxury vehicles. “Sir Gray!” came a voice enthusiastically as the door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was The butler Sebastian who had served the Richardson family since before Silas was born. “Sebastian!” exclaimed Gray surprised that Sebastian was still serving Silas even though John and Destiny had passed away. His black hair had grayed through the sides, and he seemed to have put on some weight in his gut, (most likely due to his drinking problem.) But other than that he was the same old quirky, energetic Sebastian. “The perfect butler for Silas.” Thought Gray, still smiling from ear to ear. “Wait!” Gray questioned himself. “When was the last time I smiled?” “Come in, come in before you catch a cold!” exclaimed Sebastian basically pushing Gray through the door. “This place is just as lavish if not more so.” Gray thought as his worn converse squeaked across the hardwood floor while Gray turned in circles amazed at the tall ceiling with the giant chandelier glimmering from the ceiling. It was the painting above the chandelier that caught his eye though. It was a detailed painting of demons battling angels except there was something off about it. They were not in battle with weapons but rather strange sparks. “Gray!” came a child’s voice. Gray directed his eyes from the ceiling to the winding, wooden stair case where a young girl with blonde pig tails came flying down. Gray looked at her puzzled. “Do you not remember me Gray?” “She has the same eyes as Silas.” Gray thought as he looked down at her still puzzled. The girl sighed. “I guess that makes sense.” she said looking down at her feet. “After all you were twelve when I was born and my mom only had the chance to bring me over a couple of times before she died.” She continued to stare at her feet. “After that I became really sick. To be honest I was so young the only reason I recognized you is from photographs.” “Photographs?” Thought Gray more confused than ever. She looked up at Gray. He could tell she was trying to hold back tears. She then bowed her head out of respect, then looked straight into Gray’s eyes as if she was looking straight into his soul as she said, “My name is Delilah Richardson. I am Silas’s little sister. “Sister?!?!?” thought Gray now bug eyed. “I remember NOTHING of a little sister! And Silas has been my best friend since birth!” “Now now.” said Sebastian walking around behind Delilah and placing his hands lightly on her shoulders. “Gray has been through the ringer lately and doesn’t need anymore confusion at this time. You’ll get the chance to speak with Gray more later.” Delilah sighed once more as well as bowing her head once more. “I’m so glad I got to see you.” She said. Gray watched as a tear drop hit her shoe. “I look forward to getting to talk to you later.” She then ran back up the winding staircase. Gray knew she ended up crying once she got to her room. Gray also knew what it felt like to be forgotten. “Sir Gray.” Said Sebastian. This pulled Gray back into reality as he looked up at Sebastian. “Master Silas is in his room, third floor, third door on your right.” “Righh..Right” Gray said mind still on Delilah. He started up the winding staircase once again admiring the elegance of the home. Gray reached the third floor where he saw photos he had never seen before. Photos of all of the Richardsons. John, Destiny, Silas, and “Delilah.” Gray whispered to himself. Except she looked frail and pale skinned. Nothing like the energetic, healthy girl he met just minutes ago. Gray heard the sound of a beautiful piano coming from down the hall. As he reached the third door on the right he saw that it was cracked. He peeked in. Much to Gray’s surprise the beautiful melody he was hearing was coming from Silas’s finger tips dancing across the keys, no missed notes, no mistakes. thump thump thump Gray could feel his heart beat fast in his chest “No really?!? What is with me?!” He thought. Gray lightly knocked on the door. Silas spun around “Gray!!!” yelped Silas in shock “Umm, sorry for intruding.” said Gray walking into the room hand rubbing the back of his head. He all of sudden felt a knot in his stomach. “You actually came!” exclaimed Silas jumping from the piano chair. “I’m here.” Gray laughed nervously. “Where’s your bag?!” Said Silas all giddy. “Well you see.” Gray paused rubbing the back of his head again. “Your chafer drove off before I could get all of my stuff. He insisted that I go on and get out of the cold while him and your help bring in the luggage.” “Oh well that makes sense…wait a minute!” Silas squinted and pointed at Gray as he said, “You just said luggage.” “I did” stated Gray very nonchalantly. “Does this mean you plan on staying longer than Christmas break?!” Said Silas excitedly fists clinched in anticipation. Gray blushed in embarrassment, “It means, if it’s ok with you that is I would like..” Gray paused and looked down thinking of his mother. “No I can’t think about that. This isn’t just about her anymore. And besides, it was her wish.” Gray took a deep breath and then looked up at Silas. “Why is my heart beating so fast?” Gray surprised himself. Silas stood there, his green eyes bugged, not saying a word. “Silas.” Gray sighed. “Yes?” breathed Silas, voice deeper than usual. “I would like to come live with you.”
CH. 9
“Ugh!” growled Valley out of frustration. As she tried to make a spark using two rocks and some dried leaves. “I wish I had fire magic!” She exclaimed in anger. She froze. “That’s Rook’s magic.” thought valley to herself. “Like hell!” she struck the rocks even harder, making the smallest spark. The moons were already out lighting up the dark sky. A wolf howled in the distance. “Oh yeah It’s the night of the pink moons. the yokai are in full swing tonight.” She said staring up at the sky. “I hope Grace is okay.” She whispered. Rain started to pour down. Molly neighed as thunder rolled through the sky. Valley covered in soot jumped to her feet. “Purple moon or not, it’s dark and raining. The best time to be sneaking through the yokai realm!” She dropped her rocks as she led relentless Molly through the waterfall and out into the rain. Her bare feet covered in mud Valley jumped aboard Molly. Her white dress soaked all the way through. Hair sooted, fallen to her waist was drenched within seconds and pasted to her face. She tucked her wings into the wrap on the back of her dress. Through the night Molly galloped South West towards the realm. She would have to graze the Warlock realm before reaching it. This is not at all an issue because the Warlocks have always been a loyal alliance. They’ve stuck with Orchid all the way through the 600 year old war to present time. The yokai realm on the other hand, while they didn’t pick a side in the war, still was filled with mischievous (but yet not harmful demons, spirits, creatures etc.) Grace as high priestess was in charge of keeping these trouble makers at bay. She had been appointed by the last high priestess who raised her. An old woman by the name of Daya.
CH 10
Silas said nothing as tears flowed down his face. He hung his head as his dirty blonde hair fell over his eyes. All he could do was stand there and try to wipe away the tears, completely embarrassed that he was actually crying at 21. “Silas?” said Gray stepping forward, palms sweating. “What’s wrong?” Silas then grabbed Gray and just wrapped him in a hug and said “It’s nothing. He took a deep breath. “It’s just so good to see you smile.” thump thump thump thump. “Oh no. What if he feels my heart beat??” Gray then slowly patted Silas’s back and let out a small laugh. “It feels good TO smile.” He thought to himself. “Um just a Jack and Coke for me and for me same for my friend, oh wait! That’s right he’s not twenty-one.” said Silas with a cheeky grin really exposing his dimples. Gray blushed and looked down from the waitress dressed in short spandex shorts, fish net stockings, and a very tight T-shirt, where Silas had to practically drag Gray. With him being anti social in general,it made Gray that more anxious to be at T.J’s bar. Gray had grown accustomed to camouflaging his embarrassment. In fact while doing so, he actually puts off the vibe that he’s intimidating. “How old are you then?” asked the waitress clearly showing interest. “He’s seventeen, but don’t worry about curfew i’m his chaperone.” Silas said smiling as big as ever as he looked at Gray. Gray then got the rare opportunity to hear Silas both laugh and cry at the same time. This particular rare phenomenon didn’t occur and probably won’t happen again once.Gray punched him in the groin. As Silas grabbed his groin he said “well played man.”As he gasped for air. Gray felt his palms get sweaty. “Must be the change in atmosphere.” He rationalized in his head. “20, will be 21 on the 25th, I would like an iced tea along with a water with lemon please, thank you” “oh ok, I’ll be right back with your drinks then.” Off she went.No more questions. And not any sickening puns about his birthday being on Christmas. It’s irritating enough with them both being on the same day. But when you’ve had a childhood like Gray’s. You forget either exist. Silas had enough respect for his best friend to make very little fuss, even though he could afford to buy Gray a summer home if he so wished. Of course Silas had his share of mistakes being as dense as he is. An example of this was when they were 18, Silas Had the wait staff at that same bar do their happy birthday routine. Gray set it out as long as he could before going to the bathroom, vomiting, and finishing it off with a panic attack. Gray has become numb to his past for the most part. However, there are some triggers that remain. Silas is aware of all of them. “Silas you never told me that you have a little sister.” Gray said. Silas’s green eyes stared straight into his drink that the waitress had just sat down. “Did I say something wrong?”Gray thought. Then he dully stated, “Oh, Delilah.” He took a drink, still staring blankly in a whole other world. As Gray waited anxiously for Silas’s explanation he took a drink of his tea, trying not to look Silas in the eyes. As soon as he did so, his eyes bugged and he coughed a bit. This brought Silas back into reality. “You alright man?” asked Silas patting him on the back. “I’m fine, just this has alcohol in it. It’s a Long Island.” He said taking another sip and looked at the glass confused. “After finding out you were Silas’s friend, Heidi slipped him one on the house.” Silas and Gray turned around to see the waitress still standing behind them. She pointed to the bar where a pretty blonde girl was standing behind the counter. The girl took a look at their table, blushed and then pretended to be washing out a glass. “Um sorry to but into your business.” said Gray taking a gulp of his drink. “But May I ask who that girl is, and why she seems to be taken by you enough to give me, a minor, a drink?” “Ahh” said Silas taking a drink. “Heidi.” Silas was speaking quietly, clearly lost in thought. Or perhaps a memory? “Huh??” started Gray confused. “You don’t remember her?” Said Silas. “I’m afraid not.” said Gray. “Refill on your drinks?” said their waitress with a Jack and Coke and a Long Island iced tea already in hand. Gray paused. He didn’t have the money to cover more than one drink. “I can cover yo..” Silas was cut off by the monotoned waitress. “Heidi told me to relay the message that whatever you wanted is on the house.” Gray said “I can’t accept this.” He never took anything that he could’t pay for himself. Silas grabbed both glasses and thanked the waitress. exactly who is this girl to him? And why am I so irritated?” He then handed Gray his and said, “Gray you’ve been under a lot of stress, and not only that but you are going to have to accept the help of others every once and a while.” Gray sipped his drink and became silent. Silas ruffled Gray’s hair before saying, “It’s okay to be selfish every once and a while. Especially since it’s you! You’ve had a very hard go around and never asked anyone for a dime or emotional support.” He then finished His second drink in one big gulp” Gray touched his head where Silas ruffled his hair. thump thump thump “Heidi! Hey Heidi!” Silas was obviously begining to catch a small buzz. She turned bright red, looked at Silas, and with a shaky voice said “Ye- yes Silas?” “How about two shots of crown!” He smiled real big and with his usual, natural confidence. And with that smile he said, “ccc’mooonn!! You know I will tip well!” She poured two shots and handed them to their waitress, who brought them to the boys.” “Silas.” stated Gray looking down at his drink. “I’m still not finished with the first one.” Silas waited until Gray almost had the straw to his mouth, then he stole the straw and pressed the rim of the glass to Gray’s lips, and tilted it back while laughing. Gray began to choke. “Bottoms up!” Silas said excitedly still wearing his cheeky grin. “What the hell Silas?!?” said Gray nearly coughing his lungs up. “It’s a celebration!” exclaimed Silas all giddy. “You are coming to live with me!” Gray paused. “This guy he thought.” “You’re right.” he said. “Screw it.” Before chugging both Teas. “Woah.” said Silas sipping his now bottle of beer. He had been waiting on gray to finish his drink before taking the shot so that they could toast. Silas finished his beer quickly, handed Gray his shot and they toasted to new beginings. “Two beers an another shotsh!” yelled Silas obnoxiously, now slurring his words. “Pwease Hhhhheidi!?” Silas put on his puppy dog face. Both girls rolled their eyes as they said in perfect synchronize “After this you are cut off!” “Silas are you sure this is a good idea?” Said Gray. “Aren’t we going to get a too drunk?” Silas put his arm arm around Gray as he drank his beer. thump thump thump Well more like chugged it, as he sang along with the juke box. “howld me closa tiny dancerrrrr!!!” “C’mmmooonnn Gway sing wit me!” “No thanks I’ll have to pass on this one.” stated Gray slowly removing Silas’s arm. He could now feel the effects of the alcohol as his head began to get fuzzy. He then slowly sipped his beer before he turned to a very drunk Silas Richardson and said, “You forgot to tell me about that Heidi chick.” “Ah yes!!!” said Silas popping his head up off of the table. “We got waayyyshhh off off topics.” “More like you got shit faced before you could answer any of my questions.” Gray thought. He wasn’t exactly feeling sober himself. And for some reason he couldn’t stop staring at silas as the Silas’s dirty blonde hair swept across his face. “Heidi.” Silas started. Trying his very hardest not to slur his words. “In Jr. high do you remembers the time of the Silash club?” “How could I forget?” stated Gray dryly. “That was the time in our life where you were worshipped and I was made fun of. They even had a Silas fan club.” said Gray now being the one trying not to slur his words. “Why does that make me irritated? Silas laid his head back down on the table and said “Do you remembersh the blonde who everyone thought washh hot? Washhh part of the Silas fan tub, but yet never mades fun of you?” Gray thought back in his fuzzy brain. It took a minute but he remembered back into junior high. Back when he first met Silas. “That’s it!” Gray said as he tried to sit up straight. He had been drinking since the age of ten so he could hold his booze a bit better than Silas, even though he rarely drank. “I first saw her the day I met you!” Gray thought back some more. “that was the day of the damn apple!” “Whatcha say? applesh? what aaapppllleesh?” asked Silas. “Nevermind that.” Started Gray. “I remember her. That day she was the only one who didn’t laugh.” “Well She ook a likings to me, and even confesshed her love.” slurred Silas He layed his head back down. “Sooo what didja say?” Gray said to Silas. “Shit I’m starting to slur.” thought Gray. “Those teas were more alcohol than tea.” “I turnsed her downs.” said Silas. “Why?” asked Gray. “That hurts my feelings.” “Huh?” Gray looked at Silas confused. “Well.” Started Silas now very serious. “We’ve been best friends sincesh Jr. High. You should know I don’t fall in love.” “Oh yeah.” was all Gray said. That was one of the things that they had in common. Both had too much baggage to worry about girls. “HEY! wouldja looky there!” said silas pointing to the two shots of crown they had forgotten about. “No way!” said Gray. “C’mon. Justsh ones more. You were the one always picky about being wasteful!” “He does have a point I guess” thought Gray. “And hell I deserve it!” Cling, tip. The boys finished their shots. “Ok lets get a move on guys.” Said their waitress rather annoyed. “You’re lucky Heidi’s dad owns this bar and she is the main bar tender. Because this place has been closed for an hour!” “Yeah yeah yeah.” Said Silas stumbling off of the bar stool. “We’re leaving, we’re leaving. Bye Pricilla” He sloppily handed her three one-hundred dollar bills and saluted her as if he was in the military. “Over and out!” he said falling back onto Gray. Gray felt so shocked he thought his heart was going to burst. Wobbling a little himself, put Silas’s arm around him, and his arm around Silas. Gray heard a small voice and turned them around. “You’re …you’re not driving are you?” This was the first time Gray had ever heard Heidi speak a whole sentence. “Nopes!” said Silas as they wobbled out of the door. “We’s walkin’!” “Hmph.” Their waitress rolled eyes. “Since you are are our top paying customer, and you tip well, let me call you a cab.” Gray, one foot in the bar and one foot out, looked up at the stars for the first time in forever. “We are fine walking but thank you!” “okay be careful.” she said. She then looked at Heidi, and then Silas and then she whispered stepping up close, “You know she still has feelings for you right?” Silas turned around and with the most serious face Gray had ever seen, he said “I know.” Then they stepped out of the bar. “Hey gimme a cigarette I ran out said Silas clinging to Gray.” “I quit.” Gray lied pushing his cigarettes further into his pocket. “BS!” exclaimed Silas, now getting loud. “Whatever, if it’ll make you shut up. Geez for someone with all the money in the world you STILL bum.” “Hey that’s not very nice.” said Silas cigarette hanging out of his mouth backwards. Gray sighed as he reached and helped Silas turn it around. “Geez you’re helpless. I’m assuming you need a light too huh?” Silas just used his puppy dog eyes, while Gray rolled his own, pulled out his lighter and lit it for him as they started their very clumsy walk home. “Damn.” Thought Gray. “I forgot to get back to asking him about Delilah.”
CH 11
“Shhhh..” Valley kept quieting Molly as they moved through the night knowing her father wouldn’t call off patrol until she entered the Yokai realm Where unlike her, who had been by Grace’s side so long that it was second nature to her to get in. They would have to negotiate at the boarder, and be careful not to break any laws of the high heavens. “Now now we have to move quickly but quietly girl.” She slipped off the saddle once again bare feet hitting mud. “We are at the Warlock boarder.” She thought to herself. “They will not give us any trouble, but the Orchid guards will.” The rain had not let up at all. But she HAD to keep moving. “Hold it!” A glowing light hit Valley’s face and spooked Molly at the same time. “We’ve been found out!” She jumped aboard Molly who went up on her back legs neighing. “I said hold it!” This time the light struck Valley who fell face first into the mud. “Huh?” She said out loud looking up shielding her eyes from the yellow light that she had been certain was illuminating magic from a fairy guard of Orhid. “On your feet!” Strictly hollered the man’s raspy voice. Valley slowly rose to her feet hands held high, covered in mud. The man slowly approached and kneeled. “A wand!” Valley let out a sigh of relief. “It was only a wand.” One of the patrol guards of the Warlock Realm. “Princess?!?” said the man in complete and utter shock. He helped Valley to her feet. Then helped to calm Molly before she ran off. “Cid!” yelped Valley in tears as her arms went around his neck. Cid had been chief of “The Five Rebel Guards” Ever since Valley could remember. They were named this because Back when the war amongst the fairies broke out 600 hundred years ago, The High Heavens fell into turmoil and turned their backs on Raza as a whole. They gave the go ahead to kill Valley’s mother, Camilia. The Warlocks however, being a strong alliance of the fairies of Orchid, couldn’t just stand by and watch as Raza fall into destruction, as the High Heavens went on about their business, ignoring all of the killing and destruction. Therefore, five of the seven members of the warlocks who were appointed to the High Heaven’s board committed treason. They tore their crests off of their robes, and went to join Orchid in the war. After the war ended with Camilia being executed, They returned to the warlock realm and have since been known as “The Five Rebel Guards.” The one’s who stood up for what they believed to be right. Only two of the seven appointed Warlocks remained on the board. “The one’s who could not be trusted.” Cid took Valley’s arm in one hand and Molly’s reigns in the other and started to pull both of them along with him. Valley knew better than to try and pull away from Cid’s grip on her. Instead, she asked, “Um Cid. Where are you taking us?” “The bath, you are filthy!” “Resisting a little, Cid pulled her in tighter.” The glowing Realm of the Warlocks was something to behold. While yes, the fairy realm looked mind blowing with the glistening flowers, water falls, and much more. The Warlock Realm was paved in neon orbs in a land of darkness and fog. Even in the daytime their world remained quite dark. The darkness was not a scary one though. An eerie one indeed, but the type of eerie that warps the mind in mystery. Alice in Wonderland if you will. The type of place that sucks in your innermost curiosity. Cid Hensworth was a middle aged man (middle aged for a warlock.) He was tall, with short slicked back black hair, a clean shaved face, who lived in a small cottage in the Green Glowing Swamp, with a small neon mote circling around it. The mote was connected to a glowing river that flowed through the entire realm of The Warlocks. The rain changed color upon hitting the water of the realm. Cid dragged Vally across the small brick bridge and into his home Valley pulled away from him. “Ouch Cid!” She clenched her wrist. He didn’t even hesitate. “Bath. Now.” He pointed directly at the small bathroom in the corner of his small, but yet homy cottage. “But the water isn’t even ran nor heated yet.” Stated Valley, very out of breath. Cid pointed his wand into the bathroom, straight to the bath.Water began to fill the tub. Then he pointed his wand under the bath. As he did so steam began to rise. He took her and started to push. “Okay! Okay! I get it!” exclaimed Vally jumping into the bathroom and quickly shutting the door. She slid down the back of the door tears in her eyes. This was the first time in the series of the insane events that her mind was aloud to soak in the truth of what was happening around her. She buried her head between her legs and began to sob. knock knock. “Valley slide your dress through the door and I will cast a washing spell on it and try to cut the tattered pieces off.” Vally looked up and forgot her troubles momentarily. “Why can’t you just cast a spell to fix the dress completely?” She stated with exhausted confusion in her voice.” “I might be a very skilled warlock, but during the war, (While trying to defend your life might I add).” He thought to himself. “I wasn’t exactly worried about hemming dresses!”. Cid retaliated with irritation in his voice. Nothing but silence came from the bathroom. Sigh… “Princess.” Cid started. “I don’t mean to sound harsh but it will do you no good to cry. We all make decisions in our lives that we cannot change. We all have paths. “However.” Cid paused. “There is also fate that directs you onto those paths.” He paused once more. Valley sniffed. “Tell me Vally. Do you believe in fate?” Valley had no words. She simply sat there as tears fell down her face and onto the cold floor. Cid leaned his forehead against the door and closed his eyes. “If you only knew your highness.” he whispered. “Now please hand me your dress. I joke a lot but I will not harm you.” “I know.” Valley whispered as she slipped the tattered dress off, creaked the door, and handed the distressed dress to Cid. She then climbed into the bath and got lost in her thoughts. “Do I believe in fate?”
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Sounds like something my Dad would like.:)
The imagination in this piece is fantastic, great work! You’ve developed your characters very well and are using active and descriptive language, i.e. the damp rock. I enjoyed how you depicted the friendship between Gray and Silas through their banter and intimacy as long time friends. I think having these two polarized individuals together creates an interesting dynamic, and then intertwined with this fantastical land of winged hybrids who are unable to fly delivers some rich and original content.
I have a few notes but before that I might suggest chopping up your entries into fewer chapters so you can gain more thorough feedback. Being able to focus in and perfect a smaller junk of text than putting pressure to deliver the entire body of work will bring better outcomes. I understand that when you want to convey a direction for the story it’s imperative to include certain elements, but again I think there is so much engaging language used that only a few chapters can still offer a captivating story line.
The chapter where you describe how Silas’ parents died seemed a bit rushed. I get that the investigators lacked evidence and that bestows a mystery upon their death, but I think you should dedicate more time on the parents backgrounds.
I thought this was funny:
He did look to his side at Silas though. “Where on earth did he get that apple.?” He thought to himself with one brow raised.
I also liked the tipsy slurred-language scene. I thought it was the right amount of silliness and seriousness.
There’s several occasions where you say the person is thinking but you use parenthesis, which implies spoken word. Use italics to symbolize thoughts.
Clever ending to chapter 4:
Silas paused then looked down at his bed. “AND WHAT IN THE HELL AM I DOING PACKING A MONTHS WORTH OF CLOTHES?!?”
There were times when a compound word was needed but the words were split like here: over heard, with out, bar tender. Be wary of those, they’re tricky!
Also, just a general overview of incorrect use of punctuation, capitalization and spacing errors should be addressed. Try and remain consistent, i.e. Jr. High, junior high…just a note, junior high is preferred and it should be lowercase unless a proper name is used with it.
Overall, well-written entry, keep up the hard work!