Thanks for the picture Hero-Swift
Thanks for the picture Hero-Swift
By Eesha G
A special thanks to Mark Cheverton, who believed in me, and Kaitlyn H (xx_firefoxx_xx), who inspired me to write. As well, I want to acknowledge Chisa M (Chez Munkee, my CEF, Chief Executive Formatter), who was there with me the whole time and always encouraged me to never stop believing in the magic of a story. Thanks guys, this is for you.
Also, I want to thank Annalise S, Sofia T, Teddy N, Rachel M, Evan Li, and the rest of the GATE class of 2017 who’ve help me with this. You guys rock.
Lastly, I want to thank my parents, who have always been there for me. They have encouraged me and always been awesome. I couldn’t have done this without you.
Agent Adair Goldstar
April 3, 2021; 4:00 p.m.
Unknown Place in Washington, D.C.
If you’re one of those people who want to be a spy, you are probably thinking “WOW, I’d be so cool. It would be such a fun job with all the awesome things you get to do.” Let me tell you, you’re WRONG. I should know. I’m Adair Goldstar, a spy. I am also one of the best almost-13-year-old girl spies in the world.
Today is my birthday. Think about your last birthday. I’m guessing you ate cake, got presents, and had a party. I’ll tell you about me. As a spy, this is what you get: a cupcake if I win (they are delicious, but I would rather just eat a slice of cake and not have to almost die in the process), my present is a fight to the death. My party, (don’t come) is totally fun (NOT!). The dessert, is a cupcake. A simple CUPCAKE! But, I don’t think you would be able to find the academy anyway.
I’m guessing your birthdays always feel so special. Mine never do. All the kids in the academy receive a possible death sentence on their birthday, and there are so many kids at this academy that a fighting match to start the day is normal.
Back to the fight. This is how it works: whoever gets the crown first gets a cupcake (HELLO? People, this is my birthday. I should get the cupcake. But NO! I have to fight to the death. There are people who die on their birthdays because of this. It’s like, “Happy Birthday!” as they throw the birthday person into an obstacle).
And no, it isn’t like the Hunger Games where they throw kids into a pit. It’s worse. We have to go through an obstacle-filled labyrinth, through another annoying obstacle course, and then up a 50-foot tower with even more obstacles( Yay! Lots of dangerous obstacles and ways to die)! And at the top of the tower is the stupid crown.
Technically isn’t a fight to the death. You don’t have to kill anyone, but you’re allowed to. I’ve never killed anyone. Worst I’ve done was chop off somebody’s arm in my first fight (which was completely an accident. Ok, kinda on accident. But he was trash talking me; I couldn’t help it).
And why am I doing this? It’s required. Also, 4 reasons.
This is what was going on. I was at my starting place, around the red brick labyrinth, and Agent Cayo (I usually just call him Cayo, and when I’m feeling really sassy, Asher, his first name. This drives him crazy, but seeing that I am the youngest person in 7, and I am the best), Cayo respects me. And I was just about to turn 13.
“… 9; 8; 7; 6; 5; 4; 3; 2; 1! Move it, people! If you want the cupcake, you cupcakes need to run faster!” Cayo barked, unhelpfully. For a person whose first and last name literally means smile, Cayo is kinda (very) grumpy.
I sprinted inside just after Cayo yelled, “1!” Perfect timing. I was in this was gonna win this. I did my usual cheating trick-running until nobody can see you, then climbing one of the brick walls. But hey, at this academy, you’re taught to think outside the box (which I think is kinda a synonym to cheating). You might think it is still cheating, but I disagree. It is winning.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I was cheating. So, I ran up the wall and pulled myself onto the rough surface. The walls were about 7-bricks wide. During my first birthday fight, I destroyed most of the 3-brick wide walls (oops!), so now they’re thicker and reinforced. This wall-climbing thing is genius because not only can you walk on top of the walls and easily navigate the annoying labyrinth, you avoid the deadly obstacles, too. Yeah, I know. I’m a genius. I ran across walls and jumped from one wall to another, heading toward the middle of the enormous maze.
The maze is giant, but I can sprint pretty fast, so getting past the labyrinth didn’t take too long. I passed a lot of people. I saw one girl slice another’s head. I winced. I saw a boy yelling, “I can’t fight a girl!” and her response was a stab to the boy’s stomach with a small pocket knife. I almost laughed at that one. I saw my sister, Ariana, bantering while wrestling with her friend. I also saw a girl’s body, lifeless and limp, lying on the floor next to her bow and quiver. I almost cried; I am okay with fighting, but death in training is unethical. I saw her killer, so I lept off the wall and picked up her bow. I cocked an arrow and aimed it at the murderer. I released, and the arrow impaled him in the arm. I did it so it wouldn’t hurt him too bad, and it would give me enough time to run and judo-flip him.
“This is what happens to murderers,” I spat in his ear as I slammed my knee into his stomach. I pulled the arrow out of his arm, not wanting to kill him. Death is not a suitable punishment for killing. I ran up the wall again and quickened my pace and continued. Near the end of the labyrinth, I jumped off the wall and ran out. Done with the first terrible part, onto the second.
During my first Fight to the Occasional Death for a Cupcake (let’s just call it a Birthday Fight), I must admit, I actually did the obstacles. After I didn’t win, I pondered Birthday Fights FOREVER. I studied the arena, the origin, and even the creator.
Then I found the missing puzzle piece:- Cayo is always at the top of the tower, so he determines the winner. According to my older brother, Julius, who was at the academy way before I was, Cayo was a terrible spy.
The Birthday Fights were getting out of hand. People were dropping like flies because after the winner got the crown, everybody else would mob them, trying to get the crown. And That would usually end up with a lot of injuries and even more deaths. Not a very neat, clean operation, but fighting isn’t about neatness. So, Cayo was supposed to tell everybody to start, then get to the top of the tower, and break up any fights after somebody got the crown.
Cayo is really weak. He can’t even do a push-up. Million dollar question is: how does he beat all of us (read: me) to the top of the tower?
During my second Birthday Fight, I figured it all out. Cayo the Lazypants has an underground tunnel that led directly under the tower. Then, he takes (I’m not kidding) a high-speed, shiny elevator to the top of the tower and waits.
I already cut a small hole ( with a very sharp knife )into the top of the tunnel. Now, all I have to do is find my terrifically hidden hole. Some people would think that finding a spot on the ground that is marked by a very faint, almost invisible line would be hard. I agree, but after lots of Birthday Fights, it’s almost second nature.
In about 15 seconds, I located the spot. I grabbed the piece of floor I cut, and peered into the tunnel. It was brightly lit, with two rows of glowing lamps. I listened intently for Cayo’s footsteps. I didn’t hear any. Great, the lazy pig probably had already eaten the cupcake, and is in the kitchen for a replacement. I checked the arena. Nobody was there. I reached down into the tunnel and grabbed a light bulb, holding the piece of the tunnel’s roof (by the handle I superglued it’s underside too), I lowered my legs into the tunnel. I performed a trick (I had to work on for a long time at the gym for this). I swung down into the tunnel and the piece of the tunnel roof slammed into place. I dropped from the ceiling, catlike.
Silently, my necklace thumped on my chest as I sprinted along the tunnel
(does anyone realize how fit I am? I’ve sprinted for ages, and haven’t even stopped to catch my breath. I could be an amazing Olympic long distance sprinter! Wait, is that even a thing?). I contemplated if long distance sprinting was an Olympic sport. When I had reached the conclusion no, I heard footsteps ahead.
“Darn it!” I whispered.
“What was that?” Cayo bellowed. “Who’s there?”.
I am dead. If Cayo, the Probably Soon Gonna Be Killer, finds out where I am, I am going to be expelled, my parents will, best case scenario, throw me out of the family. YAY! I’m gonna die on my birthday.
Cayo came stomping toward me. I reacted instantly. When Cayo passed me, he didn’t even see me (Look up, you stupid, lazy, old man. There might be a person hanging on lightbulbs from the ceiling). Yup, I had grabbed the light bulbs and swung up, placing my feet on the next set of bulbs. I waited a full minute after Cayo the Deceived had passed.
I dropped from the ceiling and ran for my life. Literally. I didn’t stop to take a breath of air until I had found my other hole. I grabbed a light bulb with my left hand and grabbed the handle (that I glued!) off the roof piece. Swinging towards the right, I was able to peer out of the tunnel.
I could see my older sister Ariana AND two other girls coming toward me. “Just my luck,” I muttered, panicking. I couldn’t escape because somebody would see me. Then I would die. So that left one option: stay in the tunnel. But then Cayo would find me. Even worse, I would LOSE. Either way, I would die.
An idea hit me like a bullet. I began to sprint faster and faster until everything became a blur. Suddenly, the tunnel ended. I stopped, drenched in sweat and breathing as if I would never breathe again. But, I had reached Cayo’s elevator. I stepped in and the doors closed. I shot up. I appeared at a small, dark room. The whole room was painted black and there were lights on the walls.
Fear engulfed me. What should I do now? Following my advice to Cayo, I looked up. There was a trap door (Look up should be my new motto. “When in doubt, look up.”). I breathed a sigh of relief.
I stood on my toes, but I still couldn’t reach the door. “I’m dead!” I whisper-yelled at the top of my lungs. I was almost 5 feet and I usually love jumping, but today there were high stakes, my life, and a cupcake. If I fell, I would make a thud and somebody would find me. I shouldn’t risk it. I risked it.
Jumping up with my arms outstretched, I grabbed the handle. And slipped. “Darn!” I whispered. Falling, I reached out, praying, and grabbed the handle. “Yes!!!” I exclaimed quietly. I was gonna win. The trap door swung down soundlessly. I checked to see if anyone saw me and ran up the steps, closing the trap door behind me. “700th win, here I come!” I cheered, spotting the crown. I reached out and had almost grabbed the crown when I heard a voice.
“Wow, you’re good.” somebody called. I looked for her. Ariana, my older sister, was climbing the tower.
“Thanks, Sis,” I replied.
“I haven’t won a fight since you came to the academy,” Ariana shouted back.
“No, but you almost won the first fight I was ever in.”
“AHHHHHH!!!!” Ariana cried. I looked over and saw that a few boys with razor sharp axes were closing in on her. Grinning, they surrounded her. A boy from my squad, I think his name was Lucifer, put his axe at Ariana’s throat.
“Ariana!” I yelled.
“Adair! Help!” she screamed back. I leaped off the tower, front flipping over and over. I dropped like a stone, but made sure I continued flipping.
“Grab my hands and push off!” I cried, outstretching my hands. Ariana understood. She grabbed my hands as I flipped/fell towards her and pushed off with so much force that, defying gravity, we quickly flipped upwards toward the top of the tower. It was like I was flying. And flying is really awesome.
Way too soon, we reached the top. “You ok?” I asked Ariana.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “That was cool. Thanks for saving me.”
“Anytime. Now let’s grab the crown, together. On three. 1; 2; 3!” We touched the crown at the same time. “You won!”
“We won!” Ariana beamed.
I smiled, though kind of sadly, because I was thinking about how I wished my parents were here to see me win, again.
“Then-” she started to say when she saw Cayo marching toward us. He looked furious. “Darn.” Ariana peeped. It’s weird. She always is afraid of getting into trouble. I think Julius and I were so rebellious that Ariana was born good.
I stepped forward. I could handle this. This was no worse than when I torched the tower (and won).
“What’s wrong, Asher?” I asked. Ariana poked me. I know I was reckless but I didn’t care.
“Shut up, Goldstar.” he snapped. He handed Ariana and me a whole cupcake each.
“A whole cupcake? Cayo, you’re going soft.” I grinned as I licked the frosting off.
“Adair, let’s go.” he said, looking grim.
“Where?” Ariana asked, scared for me. (Told you she was super good.)
“Why?” I demanded (more importantly).
“ We don’t have time for questions. Both of you, come on!’
“Both of us?” Ariana must have been scared that she would get in trouble (for the first time!).
“To the HQ hospital. Your grandfather is in grave danger.”
Agent Amara Goldstar
April 3, 2021; 7:00 p.m.
An unknown place in Akihabara, Japan
Do you ever wish you could skip school and go off to be some spy? Do you think it would be exciting? Well, the truth is… it’s not exciting at all once you get used to it. I mean, sure, you learn how to hack through harder encryptions, but you get bored there too. Sometimes I find myself wishing I had a normal life. I envy kids whose biggest worry is if they are popular or something.
My everyday biggest worry is handling training. I am the spy equivalent of a straight A+++ 10th-grade student, which at 19 is almost a punishment. It means I have to be able to crack a symmetric-key algorithm in block cipher using only my left hand (I’m right-handed). Blindfolded. Of course I did that in less than a minute, but still. The other kids my age are still learning how to spell “block cipher”. Even the other kids in group 1 are at a lower level than me. I mean, sure it is nice to be a good agent, but it gets exhausting after a while.
The most fun part of training is doing challenging missions for real instead of simulations and practices. I hate working with the others because I end up doing most (ALL) of the work, but it is better that way. If they did it, they would fail so miserably that my grades would drop from an A to an F. No joke. I end up like a teacher, trying to lecture my squad members, but getting no respect back. It’s really frustrating. I am totally ready to be a spy, I just don’t have the right partners to work with.
That’s why when Sophia, my Squad Assistant and older sister, (also the only person who really understands how boring and easy training is for me and my best friend,) knocked on my room’s door, I replied slightly rudely.
“Leave me alone. You stupid people don’t deserve to be agents for preschools!” I may have said.
“Mar,” (She is the only person who can get away with calling me Mar or Mar Mar), “let me in.” She replied in a gentle tone.
Wordlessly, I opened the door and looked at her.
“Guess who got promoted?” She asked excitedly. Sophia looked really stoked.
“You got promoted? No way!” I exclaimed, genuinely happy for her.
“No, stupid, YOU did!” she grinned.
Well, congrats to me, I got to leave this dump. When I woke up, I intelligently asked, “Werwegonis?” which, translated into proper English, is “Where are we going, sis?”. My sister conveniently speaks Amaranese and replied, “The Tech Academy 21 or TA21.”We sat in silence for the rest of the long, bumpy drive. I looked out the window a couple of times and saw billboards advertising stupid products to stupid normal people (no offense to you stupid normal people out there) . Eventually, I got bored and fell asleep. I’m always sleepy after I faint. I was in such a deep sleep that I didn’t realize we had arrived until I heard my sister calling me.
“Come on, we haven’t got all day!”
I stepped out of the car and was amazed at what I saw. A huge building with large glass windows all over it stood in front of me.
“Is this it?”I asked.
“No, according to what this booklet from mom and dad says, this is just the teleporting station.”
“Teleporting? Is it hard?”
“No. All we have to do is tell the lady at the front desk that we’re here to see Dr. Telep in room TA21. Then, she’ll give us a package with a card in it. Next, we take the elevator to the secret teleportation floor and show the card to the security guard there. Once we do that, we’re in and ready to teleport.”
“But what about our stuff?”
“It’ll be brought to your new Academy.”
We entered the building through the sliding glass doors.
“Good morning, how may I help you?” said the lady at the front desk, whose name, according to her nametag, was Veronica.
“We’re here to see Dr. Telep in room TA21” my sister replied smoothly. Sophia was so confident and it sounded so natural that I almost believed that we were gonna see Dr. Tulip or whatever his/her name was.
“Well then, you’ll be needing this,” Veronica replied, handing us a small brown package. We stepped over to the elevator and I hit the UP button. It was a smooth and fast ride up. As soon as we got out, we saw the security guard dressed in a navy blue, white, and gold uniform that looked uncomfortable. Everything went according to plan; We showed him the card, he examined it, and he let us through. Inside the teleportation room, there were several workers at computer stations, calculating risks. Then we stood on a ring of light and waited for the teleporter.
“5…4…3…2…1. Here we go,” announced a deep, booming voice over the loudspeaker. I clutched Sophia’s hand tightly for fear that we would end up separated.
Blinded by a bright flash of blue light, I shut my eyes tightly and prayed. I haven’t prayed in a while. I guess I’ve just been really busy. I still am religious, though.
Finally, the glaring glow subsided.
I dropped Sophia’s hand, embarrassed that I held it like a little kid. She gave me a sly smile. I poked her.
I observed my surroundings for the first time. It seemed liked we hadn’t moved at all.
“Sophia?” I inquired. “Did it work?”
“You’ll see.” She answered mysteriously.
Without a moment’s notice, a boy burst through the doors.
I stared at the intruder. The newcomer had dark red, almost auburn hair, dark brown eyes, lots of freckles, and a sarcastic expression. He was wearing a black tracksuit with golden stripes with his long, messy hair looking like it had been blown with a leaf blower.
“It worked people. You teleported. Whooo!” the boy applauded sarcastically. He started to make sarcastic cheering sounds.
“Welcome to 21. Technology Academy 21.”
Millions of thoughts, mostly stupid ones, ran through my head. It was a miracle that I didn’t faint. My most intelligent thought was, “This boy would be a great cheerleader.”
“Hey, I’m Sophia Goldstar.” my sister level-headedly replied. We climbed off the platform and we walked out of the room. How the heck she kept her cool, I honestly don’t know. I wanted to kick the rude teen in the stomach.
“Ohh, now I remember, you’re a Goldstar,” the boy pushed up his square framed glasses in mock admiration. “Your family is famous, super famous actually.” More like, I give that family (and every other family in the world) anger issues. The teen continued, “Who’s that kid with you, Sophia? Didn’t you get the memo that it isn’t bring-your-little-sister-to-school-day?”
Oh my god. Nobody ever guesses that Sophia and I are sisters. I mean, she could be a model and I almost had never have anytime time to comb my hair. So, when he made it sound so obvious, I almost fainted again.
“Hi, I’m her little sister. My name is Amara Goldstar. And you are?” I jumped in coolly (I recovered quickly from the almost-faint).
“Hunter. Cobi Hunter.”
“Right,” I said, “Well if you could tell us where our stuff is, we’ll leave you alone…” I tried to slip away, but suddenly he grabbed my arm.
“I’m supposed to give you a tour of the Academy, your luggage is gonna be here soon, you’ll get them after the tour. Now, would you like to come, or will you want to stay here and wait until security comes and kicks you out.”
“Of course, they sent you,” I muttered. “You’re so friendly and welcoming.” I don’t know if Cobi didn’t hear me or if he chose to ignore that comment.
“Amara, I got to go. ” Sophia said.
“What?” I exclaimed. “I thought you were going to come too!”
“No, I’m still working at 19. You know that I’m a mentor for Squad 1 back at 19. I would have loved to come here, but there were no openings for pre-agent mentors.”
“Then why did you come here with me?” I asked, miserably.
“You’re supposed to teleport with a certified agent. Also, I used to go here, I love this school. You’ll love it too, trust me.”
School without Sophia? I only survived at 19 because of her. Sophia was my only friend who really understood me. For all the years I spent at 19, I thought I hated it because I wasn’t challenged, but, I think if I had more friends, it would have been more bearable. “This time,” I promised myself. “I’ll make some friends.” Hopefully, Cobi wasn’t a good example of the rest of the students. If he was, I’d definitely go back to 19!
“Bye!” Sophia called to me, shattering my thought. “Cobi,” she called. “Take care of my sister!”
In a flash of blue light, my sister, and my only friend, disappeared for what seemed to be the rest of my life.
“So anyway,” Cobi said to nobody. “This is the Great Hall.” I was annoyed that he was ignoring me.
Then, we entered the Great Hall and I forgot what I was thinking about. The hall’s ceiling soared up and up and up until they met in arches at the top. There were stained glass windows, depicting the first spy ever, and the sun that shined through bathed the room in color. There also was tables holding ancient spy computers, and I ran over for a better look. They were all in perfect shape and they all worked. There was even a tablet used by the founder of espionage, Nathan Hale.
“Amazing!” I marveled.
Cobi actually smile, “Yeah, you can also touch them.”
“Really?” I replied.
“Yeah, I had a better reaction when I first came in, though,” Cobi grinned. “I fainted!”
We both laughed and I realized that this kid wasn’t so bad. We actually had the same sense of humor and we both have fainted before. I was starting to feel connected to this kid.
“I came here with my parents,” Cobi pushed up his glasses. “Before…..” I wondered what “before” was supposed to mean, but he didn’t continue.
At my inquiring glance, he shrugged, “They died.” His voice was flat. “They went on a mission and never came back.” After that, I was quiet for the rest of the tour. Cobi stared off into space, and I knew he was remembering when she got the news that her parents died.
When the tour came to an end, Cobi pointed toward the door, which lead to my room and gave me the key. I turned towards him and looked him straight in the eyes, “I’m sorry, really, I am.” He nodded at me, smiled a bit, then he turned away and left. I thought about Cobi as I unlocked the door. Then I started to think how much I wished that my parents were here, watching, instead of being off on some spy mission like they always were.
I entered the room and looked it over, there was a king-sized bed, and a roomy closet. Though it was plain, I liked it. I spotted my bags near the bed, and started to unpack. I pulled out my mini nursery of plants. I had cactuses, flowers, carnivorous plants, and even a tree I just planted. I then arranged them on a table, just to add some extra decoration.
“Amara!” somebody called. I turned and saw Cobi again, and another boy. The boy had the same wavy, a little bit redder than auburn hair, like Cobi, but he had a friendly grin and for some reason, one of his eyes were black and the other one was amber.
“Hey,” I said uncertainly, as I walked toward them. “Um… I’m Amara…, uh… who are you?”
“I’m Alex Hunter,” he said, putting out a hand to shake. I took his hand and shook it.
“Um, are you and Cobi siblings or something?” I asked.
“Yeah, we’re twins. Fraternal, of course.”
“Oh,” I said. “You guys look very similar.”
“Should I be insulted?” He joked. To my surprise, Cobi laughed. I laughed too.
“Well, should we escort the lady to the dining hall?” He said, grinning. He held out an arm to me and Cobi did them same. They elbowed each other out of the way trying to stop the other from escorting me. It was kinda funny, but it got annoying pretty soon.
Finally, I just elbowed them back and ran ahead. As soon as the slowpokes caught up, we started to run down the hall following an amazing scent of freshly cooked food. We turned at a corner, racing towards the dining hall.
When we arrived at the dining hall, we headed towards one of the huge wooden benches and stopped. We, apparently, were late. Everyone was sitting and facing us. I would have laughed at the expression on their faces as they faced us,but then I realized that they were mostly staring at me.
We all took a seat,and Alex whispered to me, “Don’t worry, it’s just that we don’t get many newcomers. Also, we are not supposed to be late.”
Then the headmistress walked in. “What is this I hear about that some students were late? What would Nathan Hale say?” she boomed.
Alex and Cobi said, “We are sorry, headmistress, it won’t happen again.” I quickly repeated the apology.
“Let’s see that it doesn’t happen again.” the Headmistress replied. “ Yes, headmistress,” we murmured (I had caught the gist of it).
As soon as she turned her back,
“What the heck did the Headmistress mean about Nathan Hale?” I asked, confused. “Cause what would the founder of espionage have to do with being on time?”
I guess that was a stupid statement around here because Cobi and Alex just laughed their heads off. Then, I got a chance to take a better look at the dining hall.
It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen. It stretched on and on and it had been designed so it was just short enough so you would be able to see when at the back of the hall you could see the headmistresses at the back of the hall, though not clearly. It’s ceiling soared almost as high as the Great Hall.
There were many (about 15) long, wooden tables covered in food.
Cobi bumped me with his shoulder and grinned. “Intimidating, isn’t it?” I smiled back.
Then I smelled the food and realized how hungry I was. I plowed through a giant bowl of leafy green salad, 4 rolls of avocado sushi, a steak, a medium-sized bowl of delicious tomato soup, a big bowl of mashed potatoes, a grilled cheese sandwich, a tiny slice of a fruit tart, a cupcake, a sliver of apple pie, and a small mug of hot chocolate. It was probably the best meal I have had in my whole entire life, well, at least 100 times better than the food at 19.
“ Ugh” I moaned when I was done. I had eaten so much, that if someone had squeezed my stomache, I would have thrown up.
“You ate more than anyone I have ever seen in my life.” Cobi raised his eyebrows.
“Save some room!” Alex flashed me a smile. “The best is coming soon!”
A chef came out of the kitchen with a ginormous cake, drenched in strawberry frosting. He placed it in front of me and litt the candles. The lights went out and the entire student body began to sing, “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Amara! Happy birthday to you!”. When I blew out the candles in one go, the students whooped and cheered.
The chef handed me a knife, mock-bowed, and left. I sliced the cake as a horde of chef swarmed out of the kitchen, carrying cake slices for everyone. I sliced my cake and passed the slices out to my table, and Cobi stole my slice. I stole it back and threw a candle in his face (it was unlit, of course). I dug in. The cake was a rich strawberry cake with chocolate ganache. It was topped with strawberries dipped in chocolate.
“Ow did dey o i iked awbarrs?” I asked, my mouth stuffed with cake.
“Wa?” Alex and Cobi laughed, mouths equally full.
I swallowed and replied, “How did they know I liked strawberries?”
“Oh!” Alex chuckled. “You’re at a spy school. Things are found out.” he grinned.
I barely could eat my cake fast enough. As i finished my last bite, my happy dinner, and seemingly perfect life, was broken by one sentence spoken by the headmistress (who had sneaked up behind me. God, I hate her so much.)
“Amara Goldstar, please go to the teleporting station with 2 other certified teleporters, your grandfather is dying.
Agent Amaya Goldstar
April 3, 2021; 3 :30 a.m.
Unknown Place In Maui, Hawaii
In the light of the moonlight streaming through the curtains, I couldn’t sleep. So, I did what any “normal” Hawaiian girl would do: go canoeing. I got out of bed and slipped on my favorite jean jacket over my t- shirt. Since I live in Hawaii, the weather is so warm that I can wear shorts and t-shirts to bed every day. As I zipped it up, my toggle, a cross between a turtle, a dog, and a seagull, (imagine a dog with a turtle shell and seagull wings), named Gracie, woke up.
I had found her one night when I was out canoeing. She was flying tiredly, high in the starlit sky, and started to fall towards the water. I canoed faster, racing towards the strange creature. I had to jump overboard but grabbed her just in time. I decided to report my findings to my trainer, Megan, since as usual, my parents were on a mission. She said I could keep it. At an assembly later that day, she introduced my new pet Gracie (named by me!), to everyone.
Where was I again? Oh right, anyway….
I sighed. Gracie loves to follow me everywhere. “Let’s go then, if you insist on following me,” I said.
Gracie, happy as ever to be included, got up. I ran to the window and leaped out. Gracie followed, and flew out after me with her seagull wings. After I fell about 10 stories, I landed lightly, then sprinted over to a hidden cave. I pulled out my canoe. It’s really old, and the midnight blue paint was peeling off, but I didn’t care. After all these years, it seemed like family. I shoved it into the waves and Gracie happily bounced in. The canoe promptly flipped over. Gracie yelped in shock then began doggie-paddling towards where I stood on the shore.
“God, Gracie, you’ve done that so many times!” I laughed. I pushed Gracie out of the canoe and she took off flying in the beautiful night sky. I laid down in the canoe and looked up at the sky, feeling so small in the little canoe, just a tiny speck in the cosmos. It was a full moon tonight, and I watched Gracie soar around, in front of the moon, doing loop-de-loops.
I stopped rowing to gaze mindlessly at the moon. Then, I did something really weird, and I didn’t really think about it.
Since I was really tired, I didn’t want to row back So, I wished that the waves somehow would push me back to shore. Amazingly, the tide turned and I was propelled back to the shore.
“Oh my God.” I breathed. “No way.”
“Gracie! C’mon, stop scaring the birds.” I called. We had to go because I didn’t want to miss my free ride back.
Gracie reluctantly stopped chasing the birds and came over.
“I think it’s time to go back,” I told Gracie.
Gracie made a pathetic whimpering sound, like “Can’t you see that I’m just warming up?” She gazed longingly at the uaʻu, as we call them in Hawaii.
“Stop it,” I told her. “You’ve been out longer than usual, so you can’t complain.”
Gracie landed in the water beside me. Like me, she is a champion swimmer. Caught by the waves, we drifted back to the shore. She made a little huffing noise, then flew up to my window and disappeared inside. I climbed up the wall to my bedroom, ripped off my hoodie, dried off Gracie, and then crawled under the covers and went to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up happy and confident. 2 reasons:
I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. With a light hand, I applied some makeup. Okay, a lot of makeup. Since I go to a beauty school, and makeup is required. (Also, I love it and I can’t live without it.).
I, unlike some people, just cannot bear to wear a swimsuit to breakfast. So, I slipped on my favorite dress, a sky blue one, with lace on the sleeves, neckline, and the bottom. I pulled on my jean jacket over it and completed the look with dark wash skinny jeans. I brushed my hair until it shined, and slipped a matching sky blue headband on.
Since it was only 6:20, I had time to give Gracie a bath. This is really a challenge. She despises baths. But, she is so sweet and well trained (mostly it is the fact that I have spent about 2 hours a day training her), that she will stay still enough for me to bathe her. She tortures me by making this really sad face like “WHY, oh why, are you punishing me? I didn’t do anything wrong. I think.” Or, she might just look insulted. Luckily, If I turn up the heat and let her just soak in the tub, she relaxes and kinda enjoys it. She is weird that way. This time, I let her soak for 3 minutes, so I was able to get done around 6:26.
I brushed her fur and made it really fluffy. I continued to brush her fur to the point where she was too adorable. She loved it. I carefully dried her wings and polished her turtle shell. It’s a beauty, because it looks exactly like a green sea turtle shell. So, I guess Gracie must be part uliuli kai honu. I poured out some dog food for my toggle.
“It’s my birthday, Gracie! Did you know that?” I asked her, half-hoping she would respond. My answer was a perplexed expression. “Did you get me a present?” This time I’d say Gracie response was thoughtful, but not the best. She brought me a chewed-up sock.
“Gee, thanks, ” I flashed her a smile. In return, Gracie rolled over onto her back so I could rub her belly.
Then, I saw the time. Doors to breakfast closed at 6:30. My custom watch said it was 6:29 and 30 seconds.
“Bye, Gracie!” I shouted as I slipped on dark blue flip-flops and flew out of my dorm. I quickly raced downstairs, then skidded down the hallway, almost crashing into my brother as I raced to the breakfast room.
Yeah, in beauty school we have a room for each meal. The breakfast room is really pretty, and it is painted to look like the beach. The tables are made to look like surfboards, and they are all in neon colors. They benches are painted to look like those inflatable life raft (you know, the orange ones that are on boats for emergencies.). Near the doorway, the ground is painted to look like sand, and the floor next to the actually eating area looks so much like waves that I can actually imagine that I am at the beach. Best of all, the ceiling is painted like the sky at sunrise. It even has little paintings of White-tailed Tropicbirds. The breakfast room is supposed to be very, very bright to shock (or scare) any remaining sleepiness out of you.
It is the Academy’s way of screaming, “WAKE UP, YOU LAZY PEOPLE!” at the top of its lungs. It works. As soon as I entered the breakfast room, I jumped a little. I paused, letting my eyes adjust to the light and feeling the remaining tendrils of sleep leaving my mind. Then I took a seat at a neon pink table.
The tables were laden with food. Donuts, pancakes, waffles, omelets, hard boiled eggs, every cereal imaginable ( and some I couldn’t even imagine), and more. For my birthday, they had also included my favorite breakfast, pain au chocolat. I LOVE them. Pain au chocolat is French for chocolate bread. Doesn’t that sound delicious? Well, it tastes delicious! For sure. I gobbled down a pain au chocolat and a Chocolat Chaud (hot chocolate). As I entered a rare moment of chocolatey bliss, I remembered my parents promised to meet me before sunrise. Each year they are on a mission on my birthday, but the promised that they wouldn’t miss this one.
I then I hurried down a flight of stairs, then down another, to where my parents should have been waiting. As I entered the room, my smile faded. There was a note on the usually crowded, but now cleared, oak table in front of me:
Happy birthday! We are so happy for you. We hope that you know that we love you with all of our hearts and we really didn’t want to miss your birthday, but we were short two agents for a life-or-death mission, and so we had to go. Next year we’ll be there, honey.
You’re Very Sorry Parents,
Mom & Dad
P.S. We got you a present. We got you a boat for your birthday. We hope you like it! We’ll give it to you when we get back.
As I read the note, I felt tears slide down my face. Again! They skipped my special day for a mission! I stifled a sob and threw the note into the garbage bin. I didn’t even care that they got me a boat. It was Adam, my brother who wanted a boat, not me! Their gift wasn’t even thoughtful! They probably asked Adam what I wanted because they barely even knew anything about me. They don’t seem like parents. I see them once or twice a year. Because of that, they just feel like strangers to me. They even had promised, PROMISED, they would be there for my thirteenth birthday. I recalled all those years ever since my second birthday party that I had cried because my parents had missed yet another birthday. I always was consoled with the fact that the one birthday, I could count on them being there, was when I turned thirteen. I always had stopped crying to imagine how happy I would be that day would be. But this time, my sadness turned to boiling anger. How dare they break their promise! I’ve practically never seen my parents for more than a half an hour! I was just so mad and sad and just let down. I stormed up the stairs, then stomped down the hall into my room.
Gracie looked at me when I came in, then walked over and layed her soft, warm head on my lap. For some reason, it slightly calmed me down. I stared at the walls of my bedroom, pale blue with green accents. I collapsed onto my bed, breathing heavily and trying to control my flood of sobs.
After I was finally able to control my torrential rain of tears, I checked the time. 6:41. I decided that going to the beach would calm me down even more, so I changed into my favorite swim suit. It was a tankini, pale blue and marbled with dark blue streaks. I threw on my favorite beach dress, a soft cotton one, that was so pale blue it almost looked white with navy blue stripes. I had gotten it from my grandmother on Christmas. Then, I threw my phone, a beach towel, and a bag of treats for Gracie in a waterproof backpack I got from Adam for Christmas.
I snapped on Gracie’s royal blue collar, then clipped on a matching leash and walked her out of the dorm, down nine flights of stairs.
When I got to the beach, as usual, I took off her leash, and stuffed it into my bag. She barked joyfully and leaped gracefully into the water, splashing happily. I threw a treat high into the air.
“Fetch!” I smiled. Gracie flew into the air, catching the treat on the fly. She landed in front of me and began to much on it.
“Good girl!” I praised.
Without a moment’s notice, she flew back into the air, annoying all the birds. She could play around with the seagulls because, after all, they were her family.
Smiling, I put my dress away and jumped into the water. Basking in the waves, I shivered under the Winnie-the-Pooh-style-blustery-sky. I swam out of the ocean and lay on the beach in my ice-cold, dripping wet swimsuit. I grabbed a stand-up-paddle board and paddled out to meet the sunrise. As minutes slipped away like sand in an hourglass, I paddled far away from the beach. Scooping the water with my hands, I seemed to paddle into oblivion.
I checked my watch. 6:50. I have a really cool watch, and not only is it waterproof, but it also has a compass feature. I was in luck. The beach was east. I turned and stood up on my board. Riding the waves, I headed back towards the shore. The sun began to rise. I checked the time, 6:52. The sunrise was breathtaking. The sky was a mix of blue, pink and a bit of purple and orange. I jumped as I heard a gasp and a splash. I looked frantically around me. I saw my-friend-who-is-a-boy-and-we-like-each-other-but-is-not-my-boyfriend (yet).
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine. The sunrise was so pretty, I lost concentration and fell off my board.” Aryan replied.
“Do you have your board?” I called. I sat down so I could paddle to him.
“No, the foot strap snapped.”
“Wait there, I’ll come and get you.”I paddled over to him.
“Get on, I’ll find your board.” I dove into the water and quickly regretted not wearing goggles. The salt water stung my eyes, and so I resorted to backstroke. After swimming pretty far away, I found Aryan’s surfboard and climbed onto. It was a paddleboard to, so I paddled back over to him.Meanwhile, Aryan sat on my board.
“Thanks,” he said shyly.
“You’re welcome,” I replied with a smile.
“Oh by the way, happy birthday. I got you something.”
God, he is the best guy ever! Also, he is the first person to actually wish me a happy birthday!
“I brought it to breakfast, because I wanted to give it to you then. But, I didn’t see you so I tried to find you in the waves so I could give it to you. I hope you like it.” he pulled a minuscule, so-dark-blue-that-it- looked-black velvet jewelry box, the kind that usually holds earrings or a pendant.
“Thank you so much!” I beamed as I opened the box, finding a beautiful set of sapphire earrings that were miniature versions of my necklace inside. On the back of the stones, words were engraved. One said, “For the Queen of the Waves, Amaya Goldstar” and the other said, “From Aryan Patel”.
“Oh! They’re beautiful!” I almost hugged him. “Thanks again, I mean … ” Aryan seemed to care about me more than my parents did.
“Amaya,” he said. “I really like you and I just thought… ” He looked away, embarrassed, then looked back at me. “Do you like me?”
Forget the earrings. This is the best birthday present I could wish for. “Yeah!” I slipping on the earrings. “Of course!”
Interrupting the happiest moment of my life so far, a sound that would change my life forever rang in my ears.
It was a boat motor. I turned and saw a fancy, mansion sized boat. It was a beauty, white with turquoise stars. “The Aqua Amaya” it read. “NO WAY!” I thought. This was my new boat! My very own boat. The truth dawned on me. My parents had come! It had to be. Aryan tensed.
“Chill, it’s my parents,” I told Aryan.
I paddled to the side of the boat.
“Mom! Dad! It’s me, Amaya! Your daughter!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
“Amaya?” I heard my dad call.
“Is that you darling?” my mom yelled.
“Yeah!” I replied. “Stop the boat so we can get on!”
“We?” I heard my mom say to my dad.
“Yeah! I’m with Aryan!” I shouted.
They stopped the boat.
“Bring your board on deck,” I told Aryan. As we climbed up onto the boat, my parents exchanged smiles.
“Amaya, we are going to the academy. There, we will pick up Adam and drop off Aryan.” my mom explained.
“Oh, no.” I protested.
“Amaya, Grandpa is sick. We need to go,” my parents castigated in unison.
“Sorry,” was my answer, laced with malice and spite (I am always nice around everyone, except my parents, because they are the worst people I knew.). “But where are we even going? Aryan is staying, because my grandfather is probably dying and, according to your note, my family has completely forgotten my birthday. Since I have no idea what is happening, I need somebody who can explain to us at least something on this boat!” I exploded. “I’ll go get Adam. Don’t you worry your heads off, Mom and Dad. Aryan, you wait here. Dad, does this have a boat or a raft? If it has a boat, I’ll take it and get Adam. Wait, first I’ll get Gracie.” I let out a piercing whistle and my faithful pet came flying. “Okay, Aryan, can you watch Gracie? I’ll get Adam. Dad, lifeboat or raft? Time’s-a-wasting, grandpa’s-a-dying, let’s go!” I stopped. Mom and Dad looked a little taken aback.
“DAD! BOAT OR RAFT?!”
“Good, can you get it?”
I put my bag down on the deck and gave Aryan the dog treats.
“If she is being a handful, just give her one of these. It’ll calm her down. But not too many, then she goes hyper.” I instructed Aryan.
“I learned from experience,” I added when he shot me a how-do-you-know-this-exactly look.
“I have it on the starboard side, Amaya!” my dad called.
“Ok! Thanks!” I took a flying leap and landed in the lifeboat. “Dad, I got this.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I steered the lifeboat around and he climbed back aboard The Aqua Amaya.
“Be right back! See ya!” I called.
I stared into the fiery sunrise, embracing the future with open arms. My 13th year wouldn’t be perfect, with Grandfather sick, but Aryan there, it would be pretty darn good. I drove into the sunrise, smiling as I was swallowed up by the surreal colors of the sun.
Agent Adrian Goldstar
April 2, 2021; 5:00 p.m.
Unknown Place In Lake Tahoe, CA
I trudged through the forest of trees, anxious to get home.
Well, not exactly home. My real house burned down when I was nine, killing my mother and destroying my life. I’m not supposed to be here, but when I found out how tiny my dorm (where I am supposed to live) was, I just had to use my millions of “friends” (aka people who owe me favors because I got their sorry butts out of jail) to build a house in the middle of the woods. It’s the natural thing to do. I built an awesome mansion, that just looks like a giant log cabin. I’m not a big fan of those modern mansions, so this is my little (actually quite big) cabin in the woods. And its super wild out there, so it’s really not hard to keep people away. A few bear growls and they run.
I was lugging my skis and hobbling in my ski boots. I needed to get home before nightfall. My dog, Fudge, was probably waiting for me. Besides, I was exhausted. I had had a track race this morning (which I had won!) and then a soccer game (which I had also won!) and practice for my ski team. I was physically and mentally drained, but I was happy.
I was a good person today. I know. You must be thinking “What type of person who knows criminals tries to be a good person? Unless they are a police officer or a jailor or judge or something, of course.” Well people, I’m not one of those people, and I’m not perfect. It’s just my mother always wanted me to be good. She was the person whose greatest wish is world peace and kindness. I’ll tell you a bit about her so you can get the picture.
Alexia was the name of my real mom, was always kind and sweet and gentle. She gave me my chocolate brown hair and eyes. She gave me her steely determination and sense of fairness. She was always telling me to be a good person, and to have empathy and care about others. She made me the person I am today. She was always teaching me to be a good person, to have empathy and care about others. She made me the person I am today. When I was little, she would run a point system. For every good deed I did, she would give me a point. When I got 25 points, she would take me skiing.
Then, Cassie the Catastrophe came. My mom was killed in the fire that burned my house down. My dad Ayden, remarried. Quick thing on him: he is handsome, well built with broad shoulders and salt and pepper hair. He has kind black eyes and is very athletic. He is probably the nicest person in my family. He understands that I hate Cassie. But, he doesn’t really know me and doesn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t really understand me. He just listens to Cassie and blindly agrees with her most of the time. But, he is nice to me when she isn’t around and acts like he cares about me.
Okay, back to Cassie the Catastrophe. My dad married her, and it’s kinda Cinderella-style. Mean stepmother? Cassie, check! Mean stepsiblings? Check! Cassie’s first husband died (I think she killed him), but she had already had kids, two horrors, named Aspen and Reed.
A little on them: Reed is my older step-brother. He is 17 years old. He basically looks like a younger version of Dad, weirdly, except the fact that he has blue eyes, but he has the same black hair though. But, he is a MiniMum inside. Perfectly groomed, he has excellent manners and excels at the beauty academy. I hate him.
Aspen is my older sister. She and Reed are twins. But, they are fraternal, not identical. She is a total country girl, with her green eyes and pink dresses. There is a thin line between caramel and red, and Aspen’s hair is on it. Worst of all, she copies MY go-to hairstyle of two braids. COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT! She thinks I am an embarrassment to the family, which I am proud of. She follows my mom’s every order and is the goody-two-shoes of the family. She loathes me. I despise her.
Oh, and Cassie and my dad had a kid named Sierra. Sierra is my 7-year-old half-sister. Every family has an angel, and Sierra is ours. With her blond hair and blue eyes (which she got from my grandma, not Cassie’s mom), she even looks the part. She is sweet and kind to everyone, even me. She even agreed to tour the schools instead of going to prison, sorry, ahem, I mean beauty school. Considering Cassie’s strong will, she will probably go to beauty school, but I hope I can convince her to enroll at a Tech Academy. Overall, she is the nicest family member and is probably my favorite. I kinda like her.
Yeah, so you see why I have a terrible family (well, except Sierra). But, Cassie is the worst. By far. Let me tell you about her. She has strawberry blond hair and shiny green eyes. Cassie wears a pound of makeup, so she looks like a clown, but everybody still thinks she is so pretty. People say that she is beautiful, but I know that on the inside, she is about as good-looking as a toad. She only cares about her looks and her 3 good kids, my siblings Reed, Aspen, and Sierra. Cassie went to a beauty academy and later became the chairwoman of the school board for the beauty academies, so she made Reed, Aspen, and I go there. Sadly, she is gunning for Sierra, the youngest, to go there to. Everyone except me is/would be a perfect fit. I personally hate Cassie. She is the type of person who “likes nature”, but stays in a RV when we go camping (it’s basically a mini mansion). She also doesn’t have the stamina to walk a single block. She has to be driven everywhere by her chauffeur, Roger. This is why it drives me crazy that she named Reed and Aspen after her “passion” (nature). Luckily, Dad named Sierra and I.
So, where was I? Oh yeah, I was hobbling inside.
My house/mansion/whatever-you-want-to-call-it has a sick security system. Once, I almost died trying to get home. It has eye, ear, voice, and hand recognition. It even has sensors that you would not want to know about. They can tell if people are miles away. And if they are unauthorized, and carrying weapons, oops for them (KA-BOOM!!!). I almost incinerated a student who was walking to the dorms (where I am supposed to sleep). Sorry, Frederick, but think on the bright side! I mean, you lived! Well, you kinda did. I mean, who need both arms? I mean, you can function with only one arm and no legs!
Yeah, so, I automatically unlocked my phone (I have a password, fingerprint sensor, eye scanner, voice recognition, and even a DNA thingamabob. If you aren’t me or you don’t have permission from me to go to my house, then well, ummm, KA-BOOM!!!!!!!!!). I opened my careful designed “Don’t Die Going Home” app. I entered a passcode, which changes every day (so don’t get any ideas). I quickly entered my longitude and latitude, so it would know where I was. I put on my skis and put away my phone so I could ski down to my house.
“Swoosh!” my skis expertly cut through the snow. I held my breath, hoping I wouldn’t be blown up. I checked my phone, and breathed a sigh of relief. I was okay. My app said the house’s censors found me and I am not being targeted with any explosives. Yet.
I dodged the lasers and the nukes, went around the landmines, and generally tried not to die. Trust me, one wrong move and I’d be blasted off this planet. I once had slipped and if I hadn’t dodged, I wouldn’t have two hands. Or any feet.
“Where do I get all of these explosives?” you ask. “Surely you cannot have get all of them from your criminal contacts.” I didn’t. I made them myself. Yeah. I am at a tech-building school, so I can build gadgets, bombs, and even armor. I can also crack a wide range of codes, from morse code to pigpen.
I arrived at my front door. After a full body scan and more security, I was inside. My 5 months old puppy, Fudge, bounded up to greet me. His wagging tail shook his entire body, making him fall over. He would be a little bigger when he gets a little bit older, but now he was only about knee height. He was a cute little chocolate brown dog right now, though.
“Hi boy!” I kneeled down to pet him. “Who’s a good doggy? Who’s a good doggy?”
He rolled onto his back, so I could pet his belly. He had soft, thick fur and smelled like pine trees. He wagged his tail and ran to get his favorite toy, which is one of Aspen’s old stuffed animals, a cassowary. The little bird kinda reminds me of Aspen herself. It may look pretty, but it is deadly and malicious. It gives me great joy when Fudge tries to rip it up.
I got up and stumbled over to my living room. It has a total log cabin feel, with rustic colors and a giant fireplace. It has this giant mantle full of games and stuffed with books. I plopped into an armchair, exhausted. My friends call the armchairs “old, dying stuffed things”, but I prefer “have lots of character and charm”. I turned on the fire, and relaxed. I have a fake fire, because I’ve had pyrophobia ever since my mom died. I scooched my chair closer to the fake flames and let out a sigh.
I had finally warmed my frostbitten feet when Fudge ran in with the stuffed animal firmly clasped in his mouth. He held it out to me so we could play tug of war. It was a fierce battle: I tugged, and Fudge tugged, and I flopped forward dramatically, letting him win. He jumped up into my chair and sat down contentedly on my lap, chewing up the toy.
I leaned back into the chair, rubbed my eyes, trying to stay awake. I shook my head frantically, as if I could get rid of the sleepiness inside me. I sat up and looked down at Fudge. He sighed, and glanced up at me with his mournful eyes. I love how his eyes almost look human in his emotions. He put his head down on my lap, the toy forgotten. I reclined back again and echoed Fudge’s sigh. Sleep knocked on my door once more, and this time, I handed myself willingly over into its clutches.
Sadly, my dreams (if you consider them not nightmares), were no comforts. I usually never dream, but lately, I have been taunted by Mom’s death, which I relived every night in my dreams. I could enter the house, but try as I might to save Mom, I would never be able to. Any action towards her, and my physical form would disappear and I would see her death from a bird’s eye view, in slow motion.
In my dream, I suddenly appeared at my old house. I closed my eyes, cried, “Don’t do this to me again!” and tried to run, crying, but I couldn’t. I tried to tear my eyes away, but I couldn’t. I dug my feet into the ground, praying to God I would stay here. I couldn’t. I raced into the house, and almost passed out from the musty smell of smoke. The back of my neck tingled-I knew something bad would happen. I could feel it.
I held my breath, the smoke felt more real. In my dream, it smelled like death and despair. I sniffed again. Something was off. I could sense that something was going on in the real world. Maybe Fudge got up, or the fire went out. I cursed at myself. How could I mention fire at this time? Wait, it smelled a match. With pyrophobia, you fine-tune yourself with fire, so I could smell a match. My real world fake fire went out.
I awoke with a gasp. I saw my friends Katherine and Nicole happily flicking matches into the fireplace.
“God, why do you people try to burn down my house so often?” I rubbed my eyes blerrily. “Fudge, for once, forget your sweetness and attack them.”. Then I noticed Kate and Nic had brought company. My friends Connor, Liam, his sister, Samantha, and Riley had crashed my place too.
“Why?” I groaned as I sat up and ripped the box of matches from Nic’s hand.
“Well, good morning!” She nervously smiled, twirling her tawny hair around her finger.
Kate didn’t even apologize. She lit her last match and twirled it around, to freak me out. I stayed calm and blew it out. Before Mom died, I used to love fire. Dad could cocus a flame from any log, Mom could lit a match blindfolded and I could lit a match with anything. Oh, I love that new purse you have! *lits match with it*. But then she died and i became pyrophobic, but i still have my skillz. So I confidently lit my own and wagged it at Kate’s short black hair. The mischief in her obsidian dark eyes barely died down as I shook my head at her.
“What time is it?’ I exhaled, trying to keep my temper under control.
“Ummmm, nobody has a watch, so I don’t know.” Kate shrugged.
I saw Nic glare at everyone, because watches are basically mandatory at school, and everyone was wearing one. As Liam, Sam, Connor, and Riley tried to cover up their watches, I looked at my antique grandfather clock.
“5 o’clock!” I exploded as I jumping to my feet. “The birds aren’t even up!”
“Chirrrp! Twweeet! Chirrup!” the birds cheerfully proved me wrong.
“I beg your pardon,” Kate flipped her hair definitely. Nic wisely stayed silent and lit a real fire in the fireplace.
“Well, I’m not up,” I sat back down. “Wait!” I jumped back up. “Where’s Fudge?”.
“Aurrel took him on a walk.” Kate smiled, showing off a row of shiny silver braces.
“We have everything under control.” Nic nodded proudly.
“Of course!” Kate added sarcastically.
“Two questions.” I sat down at the hearth, next to Liam, my crush. But, he is Sam’s bro, so it makes it kinda weird.
“Wow, two? I didn’t think your brain could think of more than one. Are you okay?” Kate asked, all fake concerned.
“Shut up.” I punched her lightly in the shoulder. “First of all, how did you get in?”
“They did it all. Kate snuck into my dorm at 3:30 and was like ‘let’s go!’ and I was all like what?’ and she almost threw me out the window. So I just followed her and I saw Nicole with everyone else and we just followed Kate here. When we saw your house, Kate and Nicole were like ‘Ready, Set, Go!’ and they like disarmed the whole thing. It’s complicated. It took them so long. I was like ‘how did Adrian do this?’ and Nicole told me you had done it in half an hour. You’re good. ” Liam nodded appreciatively, his green eyes sparkling. He smoothed back his caramel blonde hair.
“Well, umm, thanks, but they helped.” I stammered, blushing.
“I’m not so sure about that,” He smiled, whispering into my ear. I blushed hot pink.
“Break it up, lovebirds,” Kate smirked. I punched her again. Sam, Liam’s sis, held up her sketch book (she is a great artist), where she had drawn me and Liam getting married. I punched her. Ri made fake kissing noises. Kicked her.
“I’m gonna judo flip the next person who says anything.” I threatened.
“So are you gonna judo flip me?” Rachel, my friend broke through the door.
“Hey, Rach! Shut the door.” I hugged her, but she is way taller then me so it ended up like an awkward high-five-hug thingy.
“Hey, happy birthday!” Rach smiled.
“Really?” Kate rolled her eyes.
“What?” Rach raised an eyebrow.
“Wait, is that the reason you guys broke in here?” the realization hit me like a bullet.
“Wha d’ya think?” Kate and Rachel said sarcastically. They’re sisters, and they have them same sarcasticness. Except Kate is ruder and Rach is taller.
“Oh. Right. Thanks, guys. That’s really nice.” I smiled.
Aurrel burst through the door, Fudge yanking pulling her inside. “God, Fudge!” she unclipped his leash and he bounded in. “Why are you so energetic?”
“He’s still a puppy.” I sighed, rubbing his belly. “Besides Aur, he’s so cute.”
“So,” Riley joined me, rubbing Fudge’s stomach. “Here boy! Go and get a toy!”
Fudge obeyed, happy to be of service.
“So, yeah, happy birthday!” Nic did jazz-hands as an attempt to lighten the mood.
It didn’t work. The room was so tense, I jumped when the first wave of yawns went around.
The yawning was kinda a chain reaction. I think they’re contagious.
“I knew you guys would regret getting up this early. Come on, I have enough spare bedroom for all of you.”
I brushed back my kobicha colored hair, then, though I didn’t need to (they already knew the way), led Kate and Rach to one room with a bunk bed and Aur (that’s what we call Aurrel) and Ri (and that’s what we call Riley) to another. I put Conner with Liam in my guest room (it has one of those slide out beds) and Nic in my other guest room. I ran out of beds, so Sam slept on the couch. Then, I stumbled back to my room and changed into sweats and a a ember-orange thermal shirt before collapsing into bed.
I fought to stay awake, but sleep chiseled down on my strength and, eventually, I gave in, praying for a better dream.
I saw myself tearing through fire, which is really weird and I don’t think it’ll ever happen. Like I said earlier, I’m pyrophobic, so why would I run through what I’m scared of?
Well, I was tearing through it like I was running for my life. I kept running faster and faster and faster. I couldn’t stop, so the fire engulfed me.
I woke up screaming. Luckily, I was on my stomach, so my screams were muffled. Even so, Sam ran into my room.
“Are you okay?” she stood in the doorway.
“Yeah.” I sighed. “ I just had a really vivid nightmare about fire.”
“Oh.” Sam walked into my room and climbed the ladder up to my bunk. I have a loft bed, and the bottom is a mini couch, a bookshelf of my all time favs, and a little dog bed for Fudge. Sam sat at the foot of my bed. “What’s going on?”
Of all the people I know, Sam understands my fear of fire the most. Kate, Rach, Nick and everyone else makes fun of it, but Sam actually feels sorry for me. She slipped off her green sweatshirt and threw it on the ground (she knew I didn’t care). She was wearing a sky blue shirt with green frogs (did I mention that Sam is obsessed with frogs?).
“You said your dreams have gotten worse. Right?” Sam frowned.
“Yeah. They’re more vivid.” I grimaced. Before she could respond, we heard a
“WHAT THE IN HELL IS GOING ON?” Kate screamed.
Sam nimbly climbed down the latter. The rest of us usually just jump off, but she is too short. If Sam jumped, she would probably end up with a broken leg. I jumped off the top bunk. Bad decision. I landed on my ankle, and waves of pain shot up my leg. My vision swam and, I swear, I actually saw stars. I stumbled into the foyer, where Kate, Rach, Aur, Ri, and Sam were. Fudge’s barks cut through my pain. He never barks, well except he barks at…
“Disappointing.” Professor Shane Donnelly strutted into my house. “Honestly, I was expecting better.”. For somebody who had just broken into my house, he looked pretty chill. He was wearing his customary black leather jacket, aviator sunglasses, black combat boots, and skinny black pants. Shane (yeah, everybody calls him Shane, but not to his face, of course) teaches engineering at school.
“YIIIIPPP!” Fudge bounded outside. He never yipped unless he saw…
“Hullo, dear children.” Professor Dan Fremon stolled in. “Adrian, dear, can you please control your dog?” He almost looked weirder, wearing his usual fancy-looking tux, and pulling Fudge in by the collar.
“Hello, professors!” we all chorused politely. Kate even waved cheekily.
“Hello, dear students!” Dan smiled.
“Hey.” Shane nodded.
“Well, nice seeing you!” I smiled, and began to close the door.
“Not so fast.” Shane put his foot out, stopping it. “I believe their is a no private home policy.”
“Oh god.” we mumbled. I may have also mumbled some unflattering things about teachers under my breath.
“Honestly, I thought you would have had a security system at least.” Shane shock his head sadly.
“Wait wait wait.” I looked Kate straight in the eyes. “You did not forget to re-enable my system, did you?” she avoided my glare. “And how’d you find my place, anyway?”
“Well, we’re not stupid.” Dan forced a smile. It took all my effort to feign surprise. I like also really had to try not to reply with, “oh, well that’s a surprise.”. I resisted and Dan continued.
“Shane actually figured it out.”
“Yeah. So I just had to put two and two together. Fredrick, no survivors of the scouts we sent into this area, Adrian’s adeptness with bombs, it all adds up. And to him and Dan. “… know the sum.”
“Well, I hate to break up this little party, but I believe you have to talk with the principal about this.” Dan pursed his lips. He flashed me an annoying I-just-won-and-you-didn’t-you- suck smirk for a split second.
But a split second is all you need sometimes.
I kicked Shane in the stomach, Aur punched him in the head, and Kate and Rach wrestled Dan to the ground. Shane landed a punch on my nose, and I could feel the blood trickle down my face. “Go get the clear vial marked ‘forget’!” I rasped at Sam and Ri as Dan escaped my friends’ grasps and put me in a headlock. They hurried away as Shane sprang up.
“Is that all you can do, oh you poor, poor kids?” Shane taunted, smirking. He landed another punch, this time on my eye. He judo flipped Kate, and kicked Rach in the ribs. He came at Aur, who leaped over him. She is amazing. Shane turned his attention to me. He swept me leg (the bad one!) out from under me. Aur came to help me, but Shane threw her towards Rach and Kate. All three of my friends lan]nded in a heap, with a collection of thuds and sickening cracks. Shane cracked his knuckles. “Your turn,” he leered.
Dan and him ran at me from either side, and I leaped up just in time to see the ram into each other. Liam and Connor burst into the area, each taking out a professor. Nic followed, carrying a small vial, Sam and Ri dashed in, at her heels. Sam helped Liam hold Shane down while Ri helped Conner with Dan. Nic forced the vial into my hands and ran off to help Kate, Aur, and Rach, who were beginning to stir. After she carried the away, I heard them groaning blearily in another room.
I slowly advanced towards my teacher. “Your turn,” I mimicked, kneeling down next to Shane. I forced open his mouth and tipped half of the vial down his throat. “I don’t want to exclude anyone.” I frowned, turning to Dan, whose black eyes were wide with fear. “So I think I’ll do you.” I dumped the rest of the serum into Dan’s mouth.
“Open the door! Quick!” I shouted. Sam sprinted to open it and Liam and I picked up Shane and threw him into the snow. Ri and Conner did the same with Dan. I slammed the door, and took a few deep breathes. Liam took out a slip of paper.
“I found it in Shane’s pockets.” He unfurled the tiny scroll. He read it and gasped.
“What is it? Ca’I see?” I pleaded, pushing back my way too long hair. Wordlessly, Liam handed me another nightmare. The note read:
Please inform Agent in training, Adrian Goldstar, that her grandfather is ill and she must be taken to the hospital immediately. Act swiftly, and be a spy representing your country.
You could call me a lot of things.
Sadly for you, they are all true. I am each and every one of those. Many people, when reading this, ask all the wrong questions. They ask, “Who are u?” and, “What have you done?” The real question is, “Why?”. Honestly, I don’t know. I ask myself that all the time. Why have I become who I am now? Why have I abandoned a comfortable life to lead a secret one as a criminal?
My family, they have forgotten me. My parents ignore me and constantly compliment my little sister. When I look at them, I fill up to the brim.
These emotions power me. I have let them take over me. Whenever I think about being good again, I think about my sister, the “wonder child.” Already I realize I’m getting too personal. I won’t let you know my name, For safety reasons. Of course, I mean my safety, not yours. I couldn’t care less about your safety. You would be better off if you knew my real name, but I wouldn’t be. In fact, I would be in jail. So for now, call me X. X will be a girl’s name. It’ll work for me. I really don’t know why I’m doing this, but you know, I’m trying out the evil villain thing. I’ll write what happens from a third-person view. Don’t think this is a diary, I promise you, it isn’t. It’s a record of all the bad things I’ve done and all the bad things I intend to do. Even if the police is reading this now, it won’t matter. They’ll know what bad things I’ve done, but they won’t catch me. Ever.
11 cousins, all different ages, rushing from all over the world to one hospital. Some were in exotic places, while others lived in terrible conditions. They all had to stop doing important things to follow their parents to a hospital. The hospital. The place where their dear Grandfather practically lived in. At his overripe age of 105, a slight cold could kill him. Grandfather had only a fever for now, but not for long. One by one, the cousins hugged him. X stayed behind, embracing him last.
While hugging him fiercely, she, unnoticeably, opened her hollow poison-holding locket and withdrew a minuscule vial of knock-out poison and let it drizzle onto his back. It was a special poison she had made herself. It caused the victim to not remember who poisoned them and it left them dazed and off guard. “Now’s my chance,” thought X. She let go of him and then hugged him again, this time using her finger needles to inject poison into his forearm. She loved her finger-needles. They would show only when she bent her finger joints at a certain angle. She stepped away from him, letting the poison do its job, it would only take seconds
Grandfather fell to the floor. Nurses and doctors rushed to his aid. They ushered him into the hallway and left the cousins in the waiting room, confused. Only one person was happy. And that was X.
10 minutes later, a nurse came in and requested that Adair Goldstar, Amara Goldstar, Amaya Goldstar, and Adrian Goldstar go see Grandfather privately. X wondered why those four were so special. At the age of 7, they each received a necklace. Every time the entire family got together for any reason, those four got a private talk and agent training with Grandfather. X knew it wasn’t agent training. It was for a different reason. It was for the necklaces and their power. X wanted a necklace badly. So she let her emotions take over her. She planned on stealing the necklaces. Good thing she had planted a tracking and listening device on Adair -on the hair tie that she always kept on her wrist. When she heard Grandfather speak, she stopped listening to her surroundings and listened instead to the earpiece.
“Girls, you are my legacy. I have trained you and I believe you can be the first Goldstar.” Grandfather said in a scratchy whisper.
“Ummm, Grandpa, isn’t all of our last names Goldstar? So aren’t we all Goldstars? So, uhh, we can’t really be the first Goldstars.” Amaya asked, always the practical one.
“Patience, granddaughter. I will explain. Long ago, there were gods, by this I don’t mean Zeus, Odin, Ra, or some other religion. Those gods are real, but these gods were the gods of the elements. They went by the names of the elements they controlled. There were 5: Air-ruler, Earth-emperor, Water-king, Fire-master, and Light-lord. The 5 gods were brothers, whose parents were simply space and magic. They each had an elemental knife that would channel their magic. They ruled happily and peacefully, each controlling a different part of the world. Air-ruler ruled over the sky, Earth-emperor controlled the land, Water-king, the ocean, and Fire-master, the flames. Light-lord didn’t have a wish to control any part of the world, so he didn’t. He was the most powerful of the gods. The other gods were scared of him so they allowed him to control anything he wanted. But, he had no interest in being a ruler of any sort. So he devoted his time to learning magic to understand the world. After a long time, the brothers grew old. As a confident magician, Light-lord was determined to preserve their powers forever. So, he created a necklace for each brother. Each necklace was different, with each being made of the god’s stone of choice. Air-ruler had diamond, Earth-emperor had emerald, Water-king had a sapphire, Fire-master had a ruby, and Light-lord chose an opal for himself. The gods’ necklaces were all diamond shaped, flawlessly crafted by the most powerful magic in the world. With the last ounce of magic Light-lord possessed, he carved each god’s symbol into their respective necklaces, as taking the power from the god into the necklace. Light-lord knew that together, their powers made the world. So, drawing magic from his life force, he enchanted the necklaces to fit together and form a star. When the necklaces found true owners, they would fit together and turn the the elemental knives and swords. But, as you know, as every problem comes with a solution, every solution comes with a problem. The powers were preserved forever, but the gods argued. Air-ruler, Earth-emperor, Water-king, and Fire-master believed that Light-lord was too powerful. They thought that the necklaces were diluting their powers so Light-lord could take over the world. So, they exiled Light-lord. Though Light-lord was usually calm, this time he was angry, so he made the necklaces a time bomb. He knew when the gods died, the necklaces would be found. So, he cursed the necklaces so they shrunk and the star was filled in with more necklaces, bracelets, and rings. In the very center, there was a star made of 24 carat gold. It was layered, and each generation the outer layer would fade away. WHen the gold star was the only thing left, the necklace would blow up and destroy all humanity. Light-lord disguised the time bomb. When the necklaces were put together, showing the star shape, the other jewelry pieces would show. And, Light-lord knew that since he was exiled, they wouldn’t be put together until all the gods died. That happened very soon. Air-ruler, Earth-emperor, Water-king, and Fire-master’s powers were weakened by the absence of their brother. Soon, they died. Deranged from remorse of his brothers’ deaths, Light-lord committed suicide. After the death of the gods, the land was taken over by humans. The necklaces were found by the early generations of the Goldstars, and they were passed down along with stories of the gods and their powers. As legend states, when 5 siblings are born at the same time, they will bring back the power of the gods. But, as I said before, every strength has its weakness. When the time bomb blows up, it will kill only Goldstars. The entire family would be wiped out.” Grandfather took a deep breath and paused.
“Keep going!” Adair pleaded.
“Where do we come in?” asked Adrian, skeptically.
“I see that this generation of Goldstars has not learned to be patient.” Grandfather scolded.
“Sorry,” Adair and Adrian mumbled in unison.
“So, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,” Grandfather shot a furtive glance at the perpetrators, which was answered with sheepish apology shrugs. “The necklaces have been passed on to you children.’
Everyone gasped. Well, except Grandfather, of course.
“No!” Adair gasped, her eyes huge..
“What?!” Amara was shocked. It sounded like she almost fainted. She took a deep breath probably fighting to stay conscious.
“It can’t be!” Amaya didn’t believe it. She couldn’t. It would rock her world.
“Is this just some sick joke? Tell me that you’re joking. You have to be.” Adrian pleaded.
“GIRLS!” said Grandfather sternly. “I will talk and you will listen. No comments, understood?”
All the girls nodded. It seemed like they were itching to find out more.
“So, you are the last generation of necklaces. Next, we will have a generation of bracelets, and then we will have a generation of rings. Finally, we will reach the gold star and our family will be wiped out. This is because generations have all had 5 siblings born on the same day. It is like another curse. So every generation, people try and it doesn’t work. If we keep that up, your grandchildren will be the cause of your death.”
“Not if I can kill them first,” X thought, smirking.
“Your fathers fared worse than the rest. They attempted channeling the god’s powers after your dad’s brother was exiled and, just like it happened for the gods, it didn’t end well. Honestly, it’s a miracle they survived.”
The girls were probably just dying to ask about what happened, but they knew that Grandfather would get mad at them if they did. So, they held their tongues and tried to resist them temptation to ask questions.
Adair couldn’t. “What happened, Grandfather?” she blurted out.
“Adair Goldstar! What did I say about asking questions? Your father’s will tell you when they wish to.” Grandfather replied sternly. “Now, may I continue?”. Without waiting for an answer, grandfather started to speak again. “So, you children must channel the powers of the gods. You already have the necklaces, if you all are wearing them.”
“Of course we are,” Amaya answered. “Right guys?”. Everybody nodded.
“Good. Now, everybody unclasp your chains.”. Everyone seemed to obey. X heard chains clinking, so I think they took the necklaces off. X heard creaking as Grandfather sat up in his bed. X had an inkling that the next part of Grandfather’s conversation wouldn’t be verbal. It was time to use X’s next gadget. When she hugged Grandfather, the second time, she had slipped a miniscule camera onto Grandfather’s head. It was specially built, with sticky pads so it wouldn’t be shaken off. It also had a self-destruct, to remove any evidence. She quickly found a bathroom and locked herself in a stall. She turned on the camera and began to watch. Grandfather was touching each necklace, one by one. X couldn’t see what he was really doing. She zoomed in with her camera and saw that when he touched each necklace, a symbol appeared. Amara’s had a plant, Amaya’s a raindrop, Adrian’s a flame and Adair’s had a cloud. Her eyes must have played tricks on her, because Adrian’s seemed to glow like an ember being blown on. X shook her head, as if it would help clear her thoughts.
“WOAH…” all the girls gasped, re-clasping their respective jewlery.
Adrian still couldn’t believe it. “Tell me this is some sick joke. Tell me the fate of my whole entire family doesn’t rest on my shoulders. Tell me that it’s all some prank. Tell me I’ll be okay.” she pleaded.
“Adrian.” Grandfather answered softly. “Take a deep breath. It will all be okay. I will help you. How do you think I could turn on the necklaces? The oldest living relative that has worn a necklace has the power to recharge them. I just switched them on. I can help, I know how scary this is. I’ve gone through this before too.”
“Oh no. Oh no! We’re dead! Oh no, no, no, no .” Amaya said frantically.
“Take it easy.” Grandfather soothed.
“It’s not that. I just remembered that we don’t have a fifth cousin.” Amaya replied.
“OH GOD, WE’RE SCREWED!!!!!” the others said at the same time. Grandfather interrupted the cousins with laughter. “It took you that long to realize that there are only four of you? Oh, Light-lord, I need to send you children back to kindergarten.” he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. “There is actually a fifth cousin. Her name is Alina.”
“Unless one of us has a twin, I don’t see how that could happen.” Amaya said skeptically.
“Remember your fathers’ brother? The one that was thrown out of the family?”
The girls nodded, anxious not to end up like their uncle.
“He survived. He got married and had a child.”
The girls gasped. This was crazy. How could a 4-year-old have survived on the streets?
“If you ask me how, I will tell you nothing, because I honestly don’t know.” Grandfather added. He began to wheeze.
X dashed out of the stall, and blew past nurses in the hall. She arrived, barely panting, in front of Grandfather’s door. She had to wait for Grandfather to die, and then she would kill the cousins. X felt no remorse. Some of the others were on her side. But, the weak-stomached brats didn’t want to kill anyone. They just wanted X to do the dirty work.
“I am near my death.” Everyone in the room gasped, but Grandfather continued. “I need to tell you something. Find your cousin.” he gasped. “Give her this.” He held out a necklace made of opal, on a chain of platinum. It had a symbol of a sun gleaming on its surface. “And these.” Grandfather wheezed, holding out five knives. “Take them. Run. I can’t hold your enemies for long.”
Adair grabbed the knives and Amaya took the necklace. The girls bolted to the door. X extended her finger needles, grinning. The prodigies were about to die.
“Not there,” grandfather’s hoarse voice crackled. “Wait for a second.” he rubbed his temples. The hospital began to crumble. “Run. don’t trust anyone. A family member has betrayed you.”. He took a death breath. “I will hold them. Now run. Run for your life. RUN!” the building collapsed in a blinding blast of light. Grandfather groaned and whisper-groaned, “Take me, Light-lord.”
In an instant, he was dead. The girls were long gone. X was buried deep under a pile of rubble, carefully calculating her loss and plotting her next move.
I Have A Total Don’t-Try-This-At-Home Moment
April 4, 2021; 6:00 am
An Unknown Place In America
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, semi-conscious. I finally got out of my sleeping bag. I quickly threw on a black and purple sweater and stepped out of my cramped tent, running a hand through my tangled hair. My looks are average, with shoulder length black hair, except that I have violet eyes. I checked the time, 4:11 a.m. This wasn’t abnormal for me. When you are an Enchanter, you don’t sleep normally, because a lot of times you pass out after casting spells. I am especially an early riser. So, I took a walk through the woods until I reached my favorite clearing. I heard a piercing eagle cry. I looked up and squinted against the sun, seeing the eagle swoop down, just in time to jump out of the way and land in a pile of leaves. The eagle looked at me, seeming strangely human in its actions. What a great chance to practice my symanimagi, or magic used to bind a human to an animal. I symboled for the eagle to turn around and it did. I caught its gaze and, since I am a beginner at symanimagi, started to chant,
“Eagle, with your eagle eyes,
Can spy upon even spying spies,
Can fly high in the highest skies,
I grant you the gift of Enchanter’s sight,
Whenever you may take your flight,
I will watch with all my might,
To your life you give me the keys,
Serve me well until you I release,
Then forever live your life in magical peace.”
After all this magic, I collapsed into the pile of leaves. I knew I would black out. Symanimagi is a very challenging and dangerous form of magic. To truly become one with a creature, you use tons of energy. Also, if you succeed, a tiny part of the creature soul will go into yours. So, if you do a lot of symanimagi magic, you will turn into an animal. That is why I developed rules for symanimagi magic for the Enchanter’s Society. You are only allowed to use symanimagi three times: one with a land animal, one with a sea animal, and one with a creature of the air.
Knowing I should wake up soon, I willed myself to get up. This is really challenging. I have been practicing for 6 months and now it works 30% of the time. The magic I am about to perform is called inergi. You concentrate on a thought, and this thought will give you a burst of energy. But, when you think the same thought again, the amount of energy given will be taken. And, after that, if you think the same thought again, you will go back to the condition you were at after you received the energy. I concentrated on a very peculiar memory. A flash of red, a flash of blue, a clear flash, and then a green flash, and lastly a flash of some jewel, I think an opal. This actually worked very well. With each flash, I regained more energy. As I saw the opal flash before my eyes, I woke up.
The eagle had vanished, and in its place was a boy, about my age.
“I am at your service, Mistress.” he said, bowing down.
“First of all, call me Enchanter, for that is all that I am. Second, I am your friend and equal, so I will treat you with respect. You will not be my servant, but my assistant. Understand?”
“Yes, Mis-” he started “Yes, Enchanter.”
“That’s much better. Now, what’s your name?”
“I am called Eagran.”
“Okay, let’s see if this worked,” I said aloud. I rolled up my sleeves and focused. I knew I would black out again if I did too much magic today, so I thought of a not-too-magic-
consuming thing to test. I told Eagran,
“Could you fly to, say, New York City, and tell me what you see there?”
The eagle took off and, not a minute later, I felt a tingling going up my spine.
Suddenly, my vision blurred and I felt dizzy. As soon as my vision cleared, I sighed in relief. However, that relief didn’t last long. I realized that there was no forest in front of me anymore. It seemed like I was flying, but I couldn’t control my flight. The synanimagi had worked and I was seeing through Eagran’s eyes!
I saw a small field of kids playing. I used telepathy to tell Eagran,
“Land, so we can hear them clearer.” I expected him to obey. What I didn’t expect was a response.
“We can only observe, Alina, we can’t interfere. If we do, we won’t be able to see this region again.” he teleported back.
“Hold on, you can use telepathy??” I asked, in disbelief.
“Duh. You enchanted me, you should know,” he answered coolly.
“Ok…So, can you time travel?”
“Sure can,” he boasted.
“Can you tell, or should I say show, me what my best possible future outcome is? That is, if you’re skilled enough?” I challenged. Eagran grumbled something about how Enchanters were getting more and more rude. But, without a blink of an eye, Eagran rocketed up into the sky as if he had been shot by a cannon. He soon was so far away from Earth that it seemed like he was in space! Wait, was he??
“I needed to exit Earth’s atmosphere in order to time-travel.” It was as if he could read my mind. I made a note-to-self to ask him about it later.
“How are you surviving without oxygen?” I telepathize.
“I’m magical, remember?”
Oh yeah. It was confusing to lead a sometimes out of control, magical life. It takes the heck out of your brain. I feel foolish and naive a lot now. I think I know why. Once, when, I was 4, I tried to do magic on my pet seagull, my pet turtle, and my pet dog. It didn’t work out well. I was struck by a blinding light and, when I came to, my newly-created toggle sat on my chest, licking my face. As soon as my dad saw it, he kicked it out of the house and swore never to get me any pets again. But then, I became an Enchanter and got my prized Enchanter’s cat, I still wonder to this day where my toggle ended up. I told you I can be stupid.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I was testing my synanimagi. If it worked, Enchanter Goyle, or my dad would let me start learning portaling to otherworldly places like Goldstar Sanctuary, where all the Goldstar spirits of the past lived on, or Magician’s Circle, where only the best enchanters and magicians could do magics in peace. If this worked, and I showed Enchanter Goyle the charm’s power, I would be considered one of those enchanters/magicians. But first, I needed to explore my future.
Eagran interrupted my thoughts with a telepathic message,
“We have arrived.” I saw me laughing with four others, who look vaguely like me. We were sipping on drinks at a cafe. I was drinking a grapefruit fanta, my favorite soda. Everyone looked calm and happy. Suddenly, the girl with dirty blond hair said something. Everybody’s serene expressions disappeared in the blink of an eye. They began to look serious and stressed, as if the fate of the world was on their shoulders. I strained my ears, but I couldn’t hear anything.
“Level 7 synanimagi.” I sighed. I was doing level 4. To hear, I needed to do level 7. “Who are they?” I asked, intrigued.
“They are Adair Goldstar, Amara Goldstar, Amaya Goldstar, and Adrian Goldstar,” he answered.
“When do we meet?” I asked, a million questions bubbling in my head.
“Soon enough, but for now, you need to go to your Enchanter training,” he answered mysteriously. Again, he read my mind! I wanted to ask him about it, but I didn’t push it because he was right. I guessed that it was already 8:10.
Eagran released me and, once again, my vision blurred. I opened my eyes and blinked. I knew what to do.
I couldn’t portal to otherworldly places yet, but I still could teleport myself and objects on Earth. It was risky, because if someone “normal” saw me, I was dead. I decided to portal myself to the women’s bathroom stall in the library, the one no one used because the lock was broken. I closed my eyes and focused. When I opened my eyes, I saw a deserted bathroom. I then portaled my magician’s robes and magical items to my stall. I swiftly walked out with my things in a tote bag. I went into the elevator and scanned my passcard. The elevator whizzed down underground, to a secret floor where the Enchanter training took place.
Training was long and tiring. But, it was worth it. Enchanter Goyle was amazed by Eagran and promised to teach me teleportation to “special areas”, as the trainers called it. I exited the library and started to walk home. I had enough time left in the day to walk.
I merrily whistled a tune as I strolled home. I lived in an apartment with my dad. I thought about my parents. I knew the story of how the met.
At 4 years old my father was homeless. Half-dead with a broken leg and arm, he stumbled around the streets, looking for help. My mom, age 4 as well, sensed that somebody’s life was in danger. She immediately told an expert Enchanter named Finn, and he reacted quickly. According to protocol, Finn would teleport to the person in danger, and then he would teleport the person to the Enchanter hospital. Finn would stay and take care of the threat. My mom begged and begged Finn to take her with him. Finn relented and he teleported them (she was too young to know how to) to my dad. Finn immediately teleported my mom and dad to the hospital while he stay to look for the danger. Finn’s teleport was a little of target so my parents teleported inside a wall. My mom had instantly reacted, magically mending my dad’s broken bones. She began yelling for help. She saved my dad’s life. Help arrived and they were rescued. Dad fully healed at the hospital and the two became inseparable.
Sadly, since my dad wasn’t an Enchanter, his memory had to be wiped. Once again, my mom saved him by using her powers to turn him into a Inipit (an Enchanter without the purple eyes and limited magic). Doing this made her very sick, so Dad was saved but Mom was weak. After about 12 years, the two fell in love and soon they got married. Sadly, turning my dad into an Inipit drained so much magic from my mom that she died after I was born. I thought about how selfless my mom was to sacrifice her life for my dad.
Suddenly, I saw a black blur behind me. I whirled around, ready to teleport away. My attacker jumped on me from behind, injecting me with a serum.
I felt my consciousness leave me as she snarled, “Good night.”
Little did my attacker know, I had already called my Enchanter cat, Stella.
Agent Adair Goldstar
April 4, 2021; 8:00 a.m.
Unknown Place In Rochester, Minnesota
Yeah. My grandfather was dead and I was stuck with my insane cousins. Back to the action.
We were running (for our lives) down the main street downtown and Adrian (she is so weak) starts screaming like she is being murdered. Amaya, the smart and kind (too kind, if you ask me) beauty queen is like, “Oh no, Adrian! Are you okay?”
“Owwww!” Adrian is hobbling now. “I hurt my ankle.” For a supposed track star. She cannot run.
“Suck it up, buttercup.” I used one of Cayo’s favorite lines. “Run it off.”
I think that might not have been the best thing to say, because Amaya shot me a look of disgust and Amara did not look happy.
“I can’t run much longer.” Adrian panted. She was full out hobbling.
“It’s okay. I think we’re safe.” Amaya soothed.
“There they are! They collapsed the hospital!” A mob of doctors charged toward us.
“I disagree! RUN!” I began sprinting away. Amara followed, but Amaya stayed with Adrian.
“She can’t move! Her ankle is really bad!” Amaya screamed.
“Run Amaya! They’re right behind you!” I was getting worried.
“I can’t leave her! Adair!”
“Fine! I’ll carry her! Run, Amaya, run!”
“I’ll help you carry her! Come on! Adair! They’ve seen me!”
“Leave me! It’ll be my fault if you all are killed!” Adrian panted.
“Listen to her, Amaya!”
“Adair!!!” Amaya snarled.
“Fine!” I sprinted back to Adrian and Amaya. I hoisted up Adrian and dashed away, leaving Amaya in the dust.
Amaya scrambled to keep up, panting. We followed Amara (the only other one in this group that I can tolerate) and she ran into an ice cream shop. I put Adrian down on a bench outside, gently of course.
“Wait here. I’ll go get them.” I shrugged at her.
“We don’t have time for ice cream!” I shouted at Amara, frustrated. Geez, some people’s appetites are crazy. I mean we’re about to die here and Amara wants ice cream? I take back what I said about her being tolerable. Well, Amara ignored me and went inside.
“What the heck is she doing?” I was incredulous.
“I don’t know, but some people here need a break.” Amaya said, glaring at me.
(Wow, that was an intense glare. People these days don’t all have 500 mile courses to run, so they just practice their glares, huh? )
I just ran inside. Hopefully, I could get Amara out of there before she ordered a sundae. I saw her talking to two boys.
One had terrible, really messy auburn hair and dark brown eyes. His face was dotted with freckles and he was wearing a white track suit with black stripes.
The other looked like he was the firsts brother, with slightly neater (but the same color) hair, a friendly grin (the first kid had the type of smile that usually belongs to a criminal), and for some reason, one black eye and one amber eye. He was wearing a black tracksuit with white stripes, the inverse of the first kid.
“What are you guys doing here? I thought after you teleported with me you guys were supposed to go back to 21!” Amara must have known them (she seemed pleased to see them).
“He’s not good at following directions.” Weird eyes pointed at the other kid.
“You suggested it, Alex! Don’t blame me!” Bad hair ran his hand through his hair, which just messed it up more.
“I can’t believe you came!” Amara hugged them disbelievingly.
“Couldn’t leave you alone, you’ll probably blow everything up without us.” Alex and Cobi said in unison, then looked at each other and laughed.
“Oh hey!” Amara had spotted me.
“Whats up?” I nodded, almost smiling as the one of the boys (I think his name was Cobi) did bunny ears on her.
“Let me introduce you to these crooks.”
“I beg your pardon?” Kid-who-I-think-is-Cobi-but-I’m still-not sure was all fake indignant. “Who you calling crooks? We’re wonderful children.”
“Sure,” Amara turned around. “What the heck, Alex?” she swatted his hands away playfully.
We all laughed. Even me, which is a surprise. These boys’ energy was infectious. They were pretty nice.
“Yeah, so the annoying kid over here is Cobi,” Amara pointed to Mister Bad Hair. “And this annoying kid is Alex.” She nodded towards Mister Weird Eyes.
“Got it, thanks. That is Annoying Kid Number 1,” I pointed at Cobi. “and this is Number 2.”. I was prob gonna forget their names soon. I’m not good with names. But, i’m awesome, so i think i’ll be fine.
“Why are we both annoying?” Cobi raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I’m funny, he’s annoying. That’s how it works.” Alex joked.
“Sure, right.” Cobi replied sarcastically.
A scream shattered through our banter. Amaya had strutted in like the beauty queen she is and screamed. Give us a break, girl. She ran over to this kid with long, floppy black hair. The boy hugged Amaya tightly.
“Ayran! You shouldn’t have come! You’re gonna get in so much trouble!” Amaya smiled joyfully. Then Amaya immediately began chattering about how he shouldn’t have come (but even I could tell that she was happy).
“Okay, okay, reunion over.” Cobi walked over to them.
“Yeah, break it up.” Alex added.
Then Adrian hobbled in. She was immediately mobbed by a crowd (I think 8) of people.
“Peoples.” She limped over to a chair and sat down. “Cousins, please introduce your friends. Amara? Want to go first?”
Amara went on to introduce Cobi and Alex ( they were apparently brothers, whose last names were Hunter), then Amaya introduced her boyfriend Aryan Patel.
“Dair?” Amara raised her eyebrows. “Did you bring anyone?”
I shook my head. At school, I was popular and I had a few friends, but I didn’t need any. Friends are people that you have to hang out with. I don’t have time for that, I’m constantly training and working out. Also, I hate when people call me Dair because I despise nicknames. Only people who don’t like their name would do anything like that, and I like my name.
“Okay then. I’ll introduce my friends.” Adrian took a deep breath. “The tall one is Rachel Hackett, we call her Rach. The one with the braces, black hair and eyes and is sarcastic, is her sister Katerine, also known as Kate. The one with the dark hair, dark eyes, and dog obsession is Riley Fath, AKA Ri, and the one with hazel eyes and tawny hair is Nicole Ellsworth, but feel free to call her Nic.” She stopped to pull her hair back into a ponytail. “The two boys are Liam and Connor. The kid with the Britsh accent and dirty blond hair is Connor Smith. Liam’s last name is Solano. He’s the one with caramel blond hair and blue eyes, and that is his sister Samantha, who is known as Sam.” She pointed at a girl with similar features to Liam. “and the last girl, the one with white blond hair and pale grey eyes is Aurrel Faye. She has the weird accent and is really kind.” Adrian nodded, like, “Show’s over people!”. If you ask me, she tries too hard to be cool.
“Wait, where even is Aurrel?”Adrian looked around.
“Here!” Aurrel brust through the door, panting.
“Well yeah, this is Aurrel,” Adrian
“So what’s even going on?” Girl-who-I-think-Rach shrugged.
“Yeah, you like run off to your grandfather and we followed. Cuz why not?” Her sister Kate added.
“And then you guys run back.” Rach added.
“So, what happened?” Nic finished. She weirdly looks like a young, messy, Emma Watson.
“Yeah.” Sam (wait, the blond girl is Sam, right?) stared at all of us. “What the heck is happening?”
“Okay, okay. We’ll tell you guys. But, warning, it’s a long story.” Amaya soothed.
She went on to desrcibe how we were at our on schools, minding our on bussiness, and then we find out Grandfather’s dying.
Amara chimed in and explained how
So, I am going to do something while I am working on my “Illusion” story (Yes, I was going to do Infestation, but after thinking a bit, most people wanted Illusion, so I am working on that instead). So, anyone reading this, please tell me in the comments about the scariest thing that has happened to you in minecraft. “Why do you want us to tell you that?” you may be asking. Well, I am going to write 3 short stories based off of your scary experiences. So please write your scary experiences in the comments. Only 3 will be chosen, but I might do something like this again, so if yours isn’t picked, it might be picked next time.
Anyways, I am excited to read your experiences in the comments and make them into stories. I wonder what scary things you have seen in minecraft.
Paste it into Google Translate if you can’t read French
L’Ombre de soi-même.
Dans une petite plaine enneigée, pas très loin de Saint-Pétersbourg, dans une vieille maison délabrée par le temps, une petite fille âgée de 11 ans s’occupait des tâches ménagères. L’histoire de cette enfant remonte il y a trois ans. Amy, était son nom. Elle vivait dans une famille riche et célèbre.
Ses parents ont péris dans un accident et elle n’avait plus aucune famille. La seule chose qui la consolait c’était de dessiner ou écrire dans son petit journal. En voici un extrait:
Un jour, alors que je faisais le ménage, j’eus décidé monter au grenier car, à mon avis, personne n’avait fait le ménage depuis un bon bout de temps. Je monta et voyant l’accumulation de poussière, de toiles d’araignées et beaucoup d’autres choses dégoûtantes… Je pris immédiatement mon bandeau et mon balai, et me mis à jouer les super héros avec la serpillière. Quelques instants plus tard, je vis une porte en bois au fond du grenier. Lorsque je l’ouvris * une grande salle merveilleusement décorée. Je découvris, petit à petit que ce n’était qu’une illusion. La chambre s’assombrit, certains objets tombèrent, et les tissus se déchirèrent. Mais un miroir restait intact, sculpté dans le marbre avec quelques pierres précieuses. Je m’approchai et vis le reflet d’une autre personne… Une petite fille âgée de 11 ans, comme moi, se présenta avec une magnifique robe de dentelles et de rubans. Je la dévisagea un long moment et puis elle me regarda avec des yeux vides, noirs. Je partie en courant, terrifiée par ce regard.
Depuis cet événement quelques jours passèrent tranquillement, un matin, je me réveillai et regarda l’heure. Il était huit heure, prise de panique, je pris mon sac, m’habilla et me jeta dans le froid de l’hiver.
Une fois arrivée dans les rues de Saint-Pétersbourg, je m’arrêtai net devant le collège, un flash, une vision parcourut mon esprit. Tous les gens autour de moi me regardait d’un air haineux. J’étais inquiète, peu à peu les ronces de la peur me paralysèrent. Un sentiment d’insécurité me parvint et des mots terrifiants tournaient dans mon esprit. Je fis demi-tour et aperçus que mon ombre me poursuivait avec deux yeux vides. Je courrais comme si ma vie en dépendait. J’allais me cacher au fond de ma chambre. Attendant que la mort viennent frapper à ma porte. J’entendis des pas… De plus en plus fort. La porte s’ouvrit et je vis la fille du miroir, tenant un couteau. C’est à ce moment que j’ai compris que j allait mourir. Je me préparait à voir ma vie défiler. J’étais terrorisée au point de ne plus pouvoir penser. Les ronces de la peur m’emprisonnèrent une seconde fois. Je voulus prendre ma peluche préféré pour mes derniers instants de vie. Je remarquais cependant que mon bras était noir d’encre, pourquoi? Je pensai que j’étais une ombre mais de qui? De cette fille? Plus elle avançait plus je me posais de questions. Etais-je l’âme de cette fille? Comment? Après quelques questions je décidai de me tuer pour libérer l’âme de cette fille qui l’avait perdu. Mais avec une tel peur qui me bloquait je ne pouvais rien faire. Une phrase me revint <<Si on estime pouvoir faire une tâche, elle devient alors faisable, quelque soit la complexité>>, la phrase favorite de ma mère, je pourrai la rejoindre. Cette idée me rassura mais me fis peur à la fois. Je me sentis sur de moi et la giflai et pris le couteau l’approchant doucement de mon cœur. A ce moment précis, je pensai à ce que ça allait engendrer, du bon ou du mauvais. Une dernière vision s’empara de moi. La petite fille, prisonnière de ses propres défauts représenté par de simples ronces, était entourée d’une brume étrange et d’une lumière lunaire sortant de nul part. Elle leva sa tête dans ma direction, elle me remarqua et me cria quelque chose en se débattant mais se fut inaudible puis elle éclata en sanglots. La vision s’envola et le couteau fut planté, pourtant, aucune douleurs. J’ouvris les yeux et vis que le couteau fut planté dans la petite fille. Son corps disparu devant moi. Un esprit apparut à sa place et souffla:
<<-Merci beaucoup, ma reconnaissance est éternel et pour m’avoir sauver de la haine et de ma peur, je t’offre mon objet le plus précieux…Adieu…>>
L’esprit s’envola et l’objet qui m’étais destiné fus un magnifique rubans avec un joli rubis en son centre.
Ce fut quelques moi plus tard, que Amy passa les meilleurs moments de sa vie grâce à ce mystérieux ruban. Amy avait trouvé une famille, des amis et le bonheur. Est-ce le rubans ou la chance? A votre avis? Dans le rubis du rubans posé sur la table de nuit, une ombre s’agita, puis deux yeux vides se montrèrent…
Long ago in Elemetar everyone had a special power of a base power element; fire, water, earth, light, dark, and life. There were branch element’s two that could be made by two different elements having a child for example water life or earth and life got someone with plant power plus the base elements. People liked being in their element but not other elements especially not their opposite element. The leaders of the elemental tribes tried to work together to keep their tribes safe from
Draco Morados. Draco Morados means the dark dragon he had every element but they were not very strong. He wanted all their orbs. The orbs gave each tribe its power. Draco Morados started a group called Draco Moro. The people in that group also wanted to have the orbs for them self. The leaders of the tribes knew that their orbs would be lost unless the hid them each leader except for night, which Draco Morados killed, hid their orbs, a guardian guards each orb which will only let the leaders of the tribe get the orb without a fight, and enchanted the orbs so Draco Moro couldn’t ever get them, because the orbs were not in the leaders possession the tribe lost their power except for the leaders who made one orb that had their last remaining power and used it to give the tribes a small bit of their power that they once had. Unfortunately, Draco Moro Found where they were hidden and used the dark orb to corrupt the guardians. It made them do bad things and them scarier and they helped Draco Moro. The leaders of the tribe are buried with their orbs. They knew eventually someone would defeat Draco Moro.
Draco Moro gazed thoughtfully at his collection of troops most of them were from Shadewrod, a few from Duskwrot in the fire realm, a very small amount from Amiqui. Draco was secretly thinking about when he got all the orbs and used them to destroy Draco Parmonoco, Par for short. He got more annoying every year, always complaining about him upsetting the balance and yata, yata yata. So who cares he thought to himself Par didn’t like that, he also didn’t like that Draco Moro was inhabiting his body. Just then his general walked up it was Armaqui Symanic ” Your highness Draco Moro I have good news and bad news, The good news is that we have successfully corrupted the bankoros ( the bankoros were reptilian race of big grayish tan skin that had sharp claws big sharp teeth, four legs, a long spiky tail and horns. They also were always assaulting Draco Morados raiding him and attacking.),but their was some difficulties some escaped and we lost 20 troops, the shade orb is also drained of all energy for a while from corrupting all those things and guardians.
Oh and the improvement is being held back due to the war we are having right now with the resistance. That’s about all, your majesty. “Good Draco Moro said rubbing is hands together. Then he told his general to go rest up for tomorrow for it was to be important getting a fire dragon because they tended to burn all the nest to catch them and destroy his troops. That wasn’t the real reason though, the real reason was because he could feel himself losing control of this body so he went to his castle and strapped himself in shadow chains, then he lost all control, Par was now complaining and hoping Moro had forgotten to chain him. He was miserable he thought about all he had lost because or Moro, and all the bad things Moro had used his power’s for. Moro thought to Parmonoco, you got worse things in store, oh yes.
Chapter 1 camp part 1 into fire
Damien nicknamed Flare for his temper and rashness lived with his mother in Sygul ( sigh-gull ) a country the realm of fire in Ynar a town.He had no father he had been killed in the skirmish between Sygul and Pyrite. His mom wasn’t poor or anything but she sent him to a camp called Mixed Creek. Mixed Creek was a camp built where all the elements are, it represents the peace between all the realms. Damien wasn’t looking forward to this camp as a matter a fact he was angry at his mom for sending him why would she send him away.
She turned into her dragon form, which was a pale oranges red, her claws gleamed menacingly in the sunlight then she threw her wings back and flew me there, in the distance I could see Malocha’s ( mal-o-cho-as )high mountain peaks and caves, Amiqui’s ( am-i-que-i-s )vast blue oceans lakes and beaches, comonapion’s (como-nap-ion) moon and endless caverns and caves. The landscapes were breathtaking and beautiful, but when glance back at Ynar and my home in Sygul I think that our home is more beautiful, the lava spires, the warm air and the lava lakes and volcanoes.
We arrived at the camp at noon. I met 7 other kids Stull from Malocha he was excited to be here, he had gray hair and big muscels and brown eyes his expression was stern, he was taller then me. Willa from Elimix she was shy, her hair was dyed green her eyes were welcoming, peaceful, and kind. She was about as tall as me and had a nice jacket on. Halo from Lumenex, she was a very bright kid she was a bit nervous she had a warm expressio her face. I met Wraith he was secretive and had a mischievous glint in his black eyes, he was also kind of scary, he was from shadewrod . Marco had blue eyes and a peaceful expression he had a mop like hair cut, it was halfway to his shoulders and blond he was shorter then me. Brother and sister Hailstorm and Storm boat were menacing, they had determined looks on their faces and Hailstorm spoke coldly about something to his brother.
After we got to meet each other we got assigned to activity groups me, Marcho, Willia, and hailstorm. Stull with Storm, Halo, and Wrairth. Marcho came over to ask my name I told him Damien and he relaxed then I told him my nickname was Flare and to pleases call me that. Then he scowled and walked away. I wondered to myself why he did’nt like me. I mean like what did I ever do to him?
Chapter 2 The Wall
The first activity was in 5 minutes, I decided to socialize with some kids. I went over to Halo and told him my name was Damien but to call me Flare. I asked him if he wanted to be my friend, he said sure and then it was time for the activity. It was climbing a 50 foot tall rock wall. A real cliff, I expected Stull to do the best because he was an earth elemental guy.
The horn blew and we all raced madly up the wall. Stull was pulling ahead followed by me halo Willia Marcho and Hailstorm. The other kids were still on the ground. I found the stone kind of slippery so I kind of melted it , and it turned molten. Ahha much better it was nice warm and goopy. I saw Marcho coming up and I made the wall hot and he touched it didn’t expect it so he fell. He was scowling then he made me slip by blasting water at me while I had a molten handhold and it turned into stone so I fell to the bottom and the stone shackles shattered, ouch that hurt.
Above me Stull got hit with an ice ball by hailstorm, it nocked him down a bit. Hailstorm squealed “sorry,” and Stull kicked her of the wall. Meanwhile Willia was silently creeping up the wall, her hands gripping it like roots. She approached Stull and made vines tangle his hands and feet. She then stayed still for a bit then had a sudden burst of energy and madly climbed up the wall, then stull made her ledge fall and she fell a bit, she was still above Stull who had broken free of his bindings and was now racing toward Willia. It was a mad dash up the wall for them each wanting to be first, then Willia played her last trick, she made a vine grow down and she climbed it while it was pulling up. Stull grunted and was very angry Willia won because stull was earth and Willia was either life or plant. Willia got a key that said room one suite one, and Stull room 1 suite 2.
I saw a black silhouette approaching me that seemed to absorb light, and looked like looking into a void, then Wraiths body flashed into view, and he said “boo.” Then horrifying images flashed into my mind, I saw my home being blown up, me dying, the wall falling down, and Wraith maniacally laughing at me. Then I realized what had happened, and growled under my breath. He had put false images of my fears into my mind to disorient and scare me, so he could get ahead of me, well if that’s how you want to play it then lets do it. I decided to shoot a small flare at him to make him pause from fear of getting burned but, instead it made him recoil and jump back or should I say climb back and he flickered back into view. Aha fire or light seem to make him uncomfortable. I tried to summon another fire ball but it drained me more than I thought it would.
So I just climbed ahead of him and accidently dripped molten hot lava on his face which made him screech and fall a bit now he was behind Marcho and storm and hailstorm who kept falling and drifting down and back up. I got to the top next and got room 2 suite 1. Marcho and wraith were having difficulties Marcho was occasionally flinching in fear or backing up while every once and a while wraith was slipping on water Marcho summoned once he slipped and grabbed Marcho’s shoe. He said “let go your going to bring both of us down.” Wraith said” well I will bring both of us down then.” and he did they both tumbled down the wall. When they hit the bottom they had determined looks on their faces as the scaled the all occasionally shooting each other grimacing looks as they scaled the wall with new found energy.
Storm and Hailstorm were in a frenzy desperately trying to knock halo off with balls of ice or lightning. Halo was returning the attacks with flashes of light that made them cover their eyes then she would blast them with a bolt of light that seemed to burn them a little bit. It was a spectacle, brilliant flashes of light and chunks of ice. Halo made the first major hit, she had gathered an immense amount of power and released it at Hailstorm who tried to shield it with an wall of ice, but her attempts were in vain it shattered the ice and knocked her to the bottom unconscious partly because of the energy it took to summon the ice wall and ice balls and also because of the amount of energy that had hit her. Halo gasped in disbelief , “I am so sorry” she said ” It was and accident I-I-I-I. She stuttered. “You what” she taunted “you hurt my sister.” “I’m sorry” she croaked. Then Storm sent a barrage of bolts at Halo. She begged her to stop which seemed to amuse Storm. Halo did a great job of dodging the bolts.
The boys passed them, first Wraith who said” adios girls” then threw his head back and laughed. They looked shocked. “Aw little kitty got your tongue ha-ha.” “Stop messing with the girls.” “Why should I?” “I don’t know why but just stop.” “No” he replied sternly. “I will tell you why, this is why” Storm said as she attempted to blast them of the wall, but missed. and Marcho got room 2 suite 2. Wraith room 3 suite 1. Halo and Strom raced up the wall, Storm got room 3 suite 2. Halo got room 4 suite 1, and because Hailstorm did not finish she got room 4 suite 2 medics sent her to the infirmary where her wounds were treated.
Chapter 3 rooms, suites, and room mates
After we finished a man introduced himself as Irmaqui and said don’t call him (urm – maco) call him (Irma – q) He lead us to a door coated no adorned in jewels lapis lazuli shaped an 1 on the door, Irmaqu told Willia and Stull this was their room, they gasped their mouths gaping as wide as a mile. The suite had 5 rooms Willia’s had a courtyard of trees and vines to climb an nice weaved hammock lay in between two spruces an TV was on the bed it was a king, it had a grand golden headrest and the softest pillows in the world and comfy blankest she had a domed roof out of glass and birds in her room and two dressers full of fancy clothes. A mirror on the wall and pictures of jungle scenes on the wall she had a big table fashioned to look like a stump and cushioned chairs. It had a radio and digital clock. Her room also happened to have a nice pretend lake. Next we went to Stull’s room, it had a nice wall to scale and a rock bed and TV plus his room had a carved table out of stone with chairs. Both Willia and Stull’s room were 50 feet high 50 feet wide and long.
The next room was the bathroom It was a bit smaller and not as tall. The Bathroom was split in two one for Willia, one for Stull. Willia’s was grand she had some trees in the room a hot tub and spa, the bath tub was a heated pool it was very large there was a fountain that fed water into the pool, and a temperature dial. there were closets full of warm and fluffy towels and soap. The toilet was golden and the sink was too.
Then we were led to the center room which had a free arcade with pack man and pinball and other things. There was also a library and a gaming set with Halo 3 and other games plus lots of tablets and computers and phones. It also had a giant TV with lots of channels and movie disks, the room had 2 lounge chairs and sofas, two chairs and a table with a cloth on it, the middle of the room had a grand piano, and a gargoyle on top of the fountain, the details etched into it were magnificent the fine lines clearly conveying details. The middle room appeared to be a kitchen and living room.
The kitchen had rows or pegged dishes and utensils silver pots adorned the walls. The oven had 8 slots with an oven below, there was also a microwave that had a TV on it. They had 2 islands and 1 big table. Near the center of the room were 4 butlers, they were named Forlorn, Michel, Norman, and Sacagawea, funny name I thought to myself. Michal and Norman had silver platters that had Stull’s name on them One had mud pie and jaw breakers, the other was filled with sweets. Willia’s butlers had one platter of rainforest insects which she gobbled up happily, and stull was gasping at her his face turning green, then she asked if he wanted one and all he could manage to do was shake his head no weakly. The other platter had a verity of drinks. Then Irmaqui told them they could settle in this room they jumped with joy and dashed to their rooms franticly.’
Next Irmaqui led us to a golden door with diamond on the edges and ruby making a two. The inside was slightly smaller and had 4 rooms. that were each probably 40 by 40. These were me and Marcho’s rooms. My room had several lava lamps that emit a faint glow across the room. My bed was a lava bed probably a queen sized bed it had layers of covers and heating pads, by the bed was a TV. The wallpaper was painted to look like Vryax, my home element. The floor was brown with streams of orange running across it. It had a lava water fall that filled the floor with lava, there were a few paths so people who didn’t like lava wouldn’t burn their feet. I could adjust the lava level so I could swim or bathe in it. I liked the familiar feeling of lava squelching between my toes. There was also a lava pond a few feet deep. Marcho said “I feel bad for you” “What,” I questioned, “why would you say that, I love it.”
Next we went to Marcho’s room It had glass tanks of moon jellyfish that illuminated the room. There was a queen mattress that was a squishy water bed with a lamp hanging over it his room also had a flooded floor but, this rime it was water and there was also paths. He had a pretend lake in his floor and a fake water fall. His room also had a TV and a dresser the dry part of his floor was coated in pure white sand.
The next room was the game room it had some tablets 2 phones and other games. There was also a very small library it had probably 1000 books. It also had a 60 inch TV mounted on the wall and lots of movies on the table. There was also 1 sofa that turned into a bed that had a zebra pattern on it. In front of it was a big table with chairs.
We also had a kitchen in the next room it was slightly less grand 6 stove slots, a microwave, and an oven. There were dishware and pots hanging on pegs on the wall. We got 2 butlers, one had a nametag that said Neili, he was probably my butler because he had lava cakes with a dipping sauce of mashed chili, with fire sauce packets on the side. “Yum” I accidently said out loud. Marcho shot me a puzzled glance. Then he decided to eat his dish which was crab cakes with moon jelly’s jelly. We both gobbled up our food licking every last thing off our plates. Marcho’s butler had the name Grantier. Irmaqui asked if any of us wanted to see the other rooms, I said yes, but Marcho said no.
Next he led us to a door where gold sloppily spelled three, there were 3 rooms that were probably 30 by 30. It was Wraith and Storm’s room. Wraiths room was very dark and had limerick, which sucked up all light. His room was Erie and creepy, it was full of dark caverns that ominously omitted whispers. His bed was a twin and very small he had a room bathroom on his walls were small paintings of death scenes. The floor was sludgy, a black tarlike substance that was goopy. Whenever you walked on it it squelched like mud however there was a few patches of stones on which you could walk safely on without stepping in the goo. I personally wanted to hurl my lunch up, it was that gross. I was happy to be out of it and in Storms room, her room was a bit cold and damp her bed and bathroom were the same. Her room had a few potted plants and rocks. The middle room had a dinning table and sofas plus one little TV and a bookshelf full of books. The room was bland.
Last he led us to a door that had a four spelled out in silver 3 very small rooms probably 20 by 20 This room was Halo and Hailstorms. Halos room had sunstones illuminating it, It had a child bed and a table there one chair at the foot of the bed. Besides that the room was pretty much empty. Hailstorms had an ice floor that reflected everything the beds frame was ice but had woolen covers and pillows the she had one chair by the wall. The middle room had a branch room that was a bathroom and one shower and a bathtub, the sink was copper and small. They had a table with 3 chairs that were wooden and 2 lounge chairs. there were a few books scattered around and a table.
Chapter 4 Orb of fire
Irmaqui then dismissed everyone, as I was leaving he called me over. “Flare I want to show you something” “What,” I asked. “Follow me I’ll show you.” He responded. “Okay” I said puzzled. He led me down a hall and into a room The walls were deep red and the floor had lava flows and an altar in the middle upon it lay a dull gray orb that had a feint tint of red. “This is the orb of fire, I found it when I was exploring the lava cliffs, I don’t think I could use it because my element is earth. I thought maybe you could try it, see if you could activate it, or use it, or whatever its would be called.” “I guess I could try it.” In my head I was thinking he was crazy. I picked up the orb and it made a shockwave of force, it threw us back against a wall. Then began to glow a deep red and emit an orange aura. ”
Wow” I exclaimed. Irmaqui groaned ” Take care of the orb keep it safe. Not feeling to good.” He moaned. Then he collapsed. “Irmaqui?” I shouted. “Irmaqui?” I ran to the door but stopped when the orb started humming. A booming voice came from it, “He has paid the price for finding the orb but not slaying the guardian and not being the right element, so now he suffers. The guardian was the great fire dragon but instead of slaying first he freed it from corruption then he made a deal, he told him that he would free him and lead the fire dragon to the main volcano where it could watch over its tribe, and keep them safe. Irmaqui only kept most of his deal he freed the dragon but didn’t take him home so he dies because he didn’t keep his deal.” “What!” I exclaimed. Then the voice proofed out. Irmaqui’s last dying words were to keep the orb safe, but from who I wandered. I grabbed the orb, I felt empowered when I held it. I stared at it in wonder. I felt so mad at the fire orbs spirit for killing Irmaqui, without thinking I had summoned a giant fire ball compared to my normal grape sized one, this one was a big as an watermelon and I didn’t even need to focus, which normally my grape sized fireball required lots of focus. This is awesome I thought to myself. I wonder how much this could improve my powers, they were already above average. I returned to my room with Marcho, It was about night when I got back, I went to be in my comfy room the constant dripping of the lava was like a lullaby to my ears. As I fell asleep I thought of poor Irmaqui, then I thought about what would happen if they knew it was sort of my fault for touching the orb, would I get expelled or worse. I got out of bed to hide the orb, but then decided I should keep it on me I thought maybe I could wear it as jewelry maybe a ring, but the orb was to big, The orb shrunk as if it knew that I rummaged around in my bags and found my fake ruby ring and pooped the ruby out. I then slid the orb into the slot.
I was napping peacefully when….”Tommy…..Tommy…..THOMAS FEYNMAN” My eyes snapped open, caught off guard he shocked me into sitting up straight. ”Yes, Mr. Plank?!” I yelped. I was in History class, Mr. Plank is the name of my teacher, and most of the time he really isn’t strict, but I guess I fell asleep yet again, for at least the 3rd time this semester. Mr. Plank sighed, ”I asked you a question. I’ll ask again, ”What was the most important event to happen in the 10th century BC?” He asked exasperated.
I had know idea… my mind still somewhat asleep, and before the lesson began my mind was on…. other things…im not the everyday student, im not the fastest, the smartist, or one of the popular kids in school, but still…im more important then they know… Im a gamer, a Minecrafter to be more precise, in gaming terms im a User, but….at the same time….im not. Today i wasn’t wearing my usual Minecraft t-shirt…. I had a custom one on that I designed, i’v been debating to myself if I should do this or not. Yes, it is kinda weird to debate to yourself about a shirt. Its sky blue with bold print that says Gameknight999, with my minecraft avatar on it, who also has a sky blue shirt, as well as green pants, I just got it in the mail yesterday.
My thoughts were cut short, Mr. Plank redrawing my attention, ”Come on now we just learned this 10 minutes ago…. but then agen you were sleeping all of class today. I’ll-” I knew that I was about to be scolded, in front of class no less… ”Thomas Feynman,Thomas Feynman please come to the front office,” the intercom ringed, I wonder what thats all about? Mr. Plank sighed, ”You better go see what that is all about, go on now before I change my mind!” I grabbed my Nike string backpack, swinging it on to my back, I waved goodbye to my only friend in the school Shawn and rushed out of the door, pulling it shut behind me.
As I walked down the hall torward the front office, I saw my little sister Jenny, as always she had dried paint on her hands, her shirt was a Rainbow, constantly being splattered with paint. Her Brown hair was up in a pony tail, likely because she was recently painting. She was walking with the school nurse, I upped my pace to catch up to them, ”What’s going on, Sis?” I said worried, as she sneezed, ”Ah,Tommy! Your little sister has the first signs of the flu.” the nurse said to me while we walked into the Front, ”Sense it almost lunch time, we thought that could maybe walk your sister home, anyway you both go home during lunch most of the time.” She asked me. ”Im fine with that.” I replied, ”I’ll walk Jenny home, eat lunch, and come right back in time for class.” I tell the nurse as we arrived at the front office.
”Come on Jenny. Lets get you home,” I grab her hand, and pull her torward the door, pushing it open. ”Hey… don’t, pull me, just because I feel sick…I don’t have to be lead, I know the way!” She whined as I lead her out the doorway.”Hey im your big brother, im supposed to take care of you, even if it puts me in danger,” I wink at her, I let go of her hand, then whispered, ”Even if I have to battle Herobrine all over again….i would, if It would to make you safe” I look straight ahead, glancing at her. ”But… you…I can take care of myself, you know.” She whimpers, I shrug. ”I know, you saved me once in minecraft but, that doesnt mean I can’t still look after you here in the physical world, just in case.” Jenny sighed and shook her head, ”Tommy…..Thanks” She looked away grabbed and squeezed my hand then let go, following me through town.
We lived in the suburbs, a city close by, close enough to be convenient. Me and my sister live close to our school in walking distance, about 2 blocks away. As we walk I started to think, maybe if I got home quickly I could use the Digitizer and visit my friends briefly… By then we had walked about 1 block, about to cross the road, There was a gas station on the corner of the street, I could just about see, our house from hear. I hit the crosswalk button, and Me and Jenny waited for the traffic to slow. Thar were no cars in sight at the moment, ”Come on Sis,” I said starting to cross the 4 lane road, Jenny right behind me. I was half way across the road. I felt something that I haven’t felt in a long time….and have only felt when I was in Minecraft when I was The User-that-is-not-a-User, a cold, clammy feeling like icicles stabbing at me from within, the feeling I always felt when one of my enemys was nearby, targeting me or someone close to me. Then I saw it in the corner of my eye, a Truck, spinning out of control… heading straight for my sister!
”JENNY!! GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!” I yell pushing her out of the way, she fell on the sidewalk. I was just about to jump out of the way myself when I saw it, it was a man in the truck. He had black hair, and a black trench coat from what I could tell, he had a dark look on his face, a look like a psychopath in some Tv show or movie, and when I thought it couldnt get any worse… I saw his eyes, bright White, Like twin sun’s….. Herobrine’s eyes, but that wasn’t possible, we killed him before he got onto the internet. He couldnt be alive, much less be in the physical world, driving an out of control truck!
I just was starting to run to my sister, when I got hit in the back of my head, the pain stopped me for just an instant, words flashed across my vision along with a voice…. You think that we can’t do anything to you in the physical world…. my eyes went wide, I know that voice!! Then someone else spoke, You thought that I was dead.. ha!!! My revenge is just beginning!!! GAMEKNIGHT999!!! YOU WILL PARISH!!!!
”Herobrine….. ” I mutter, he is alive… he’s driving that Truck…. I was stunned he took action, he slammed the on the gas, turned the wheel, heading strait at me. I didn’t have time to move….. Herobrine slammed into me and then slammed on the brakes, as if to make it look like he tried to stop before I got hit, his eyes dimming to blue, so no-one knew his secret. The pain when I got hit was way worse than anything I’v ever felt, I caught my sister’s eyes, the look of terror that thay held, was the last thing that I saw before my eyes closed.
I felt my body slam into a wall….. my head taking most of the blow, I felt like…. I was about…. to fall asleep….. By, By User-that-is-not-a-User….. Herobrine said darkly Have a nice nap, It….felt like my strength was fading away…. I knew this was the end of me… ‘Please…..leave my sister out of this…..’ thats the only thing that i want….If that’s your final wish…. he paused, ok…… he trailed off Herobrine he must wakeup one-day you know, or you won’t get your revenge. A voice said…thay must think that Im out of it, Dang, your right. i coud somehow sense that Herobrine was shrugging. You didn’t think about that did you…. I cant believe you sometimes….. the words faded from my mind, then the pain only intensifyed, I can’t take all this pain….my head pounding harder and harder, I was about to black out, become no more…. ”TOMMY!!!!!!” I herded as darkness claimed me for eternity…….
I hope all of you who desperately wanted me to continue this story are pleased, with chapter 1! Cap. 2…..im not proud of…. but in the end it’s funny on the villains side. if any of you don’t know on this website im TheDiamondcats!
Waves crashed against the cliffside, a lone figure stands resolute at the top. His face filled with grim determination. He jumped, legs outstretched behind him, arms glued to his sides like a fighter jet. He hits the water head first.
Lykos Middleton awakes in the middle of the night with a start. Beads of sweat running down his face. His limbs shaking uncontrollably. He remarked to himself, “one hell of a dream”. He tries to check on his brother, Patrick, to see if he is still asleep. The illumination from a bright full moon is not enough to see his brother. Lykos reaches for a candle. As the candle lights, he sees a figure cloaked in darkness, crouched in the corner. Suddenly, without warning, it moves as fast as lighting, its cloak billowing out as if it were windy in the room. Grabbing his brother Patrick by the legs and swinging him over his shoulder like a bag of wheat, he flies through the window. Lykos watches the figure land on the ground and take off running at a speed that no man is capable of. Lykos quickly goes after him but the robed figure is nowhere to be seen. He runs back to tell Garit, his aging father. “Father, Patrick has been kidnapped!” After explaining the events to Garit, his father brings out an heirloom sword which he presents to Lykos. “Take this sword and venture out into the land to search for your brother. This is the sword that our ancestors used to slay demons, like the one you have just described”.
Lykos ventures out to town. The town is quaint; surrounded by green rolling hills. Many people are out and about. He hears the clanging of the blacksmiths, the chickens are running about on the dirt paths, and the people are all busy working. He stands at the town square and shouts for attention. He tells the people his story. Three men step forward to volunteer to join him in his quest. The first, Dexios Pertile, is the town’s blacksmith. He is a burly man in his late 30’s with a scruffy face and deep voice. The second, Osmont Lingeman, is a lanky farmer in his 20’s who looks almost twice his age. Derric Yunza, the third volunteer, is the town’s butcher. He has a hardened face as though he has seen many things that he wished he hadn’t. He is slightly pudgy and is in his late 40’s. Twas an odd group to be galavanting off on a quest with, but it would have to do.
The four men leave town with the villagers trailing behind them saying their goodbyes. The villagers, however, stay within the boundaries of their town. They are fearful of some evil presence that may be looming over the land. Rumors have circulated of a goblin army forming in the west. Lykos’ story has convinced them that these stories must be true.
The four men head toward a temple to seek guidance from a soothsayer. They want to know what the creature is and where it could have taken his brother. During their travels, they encounter a goblin. He is a puke yellow/green shade with a nasty sneer on his face. His ears and nose are pointed as if sharpened by a whetstone. He does not speak, he only snarls. Lykos and the goblin draw their swords, making an erie metallic grinding sound. They stand at the ready, the goblin holding his sword out in front of him. Lykos has his sword out to the side, looking like a bird of prey. They charge at one another, swords clashing and sparks flying. The goblin reposts and swings down with a look of grim amusement on his face. Lykos barely catches the blow on his sword.
The battle rages on for what seemed like hours. Just as Lykos was about to give up, Dexios sees an opening in the goblins fighting pattern and jumps in. He lifts the goblin off of the ground and cries “Finish him!” Lykos, with a quick slice from his sword, decapitates the goblin. Just as the men begin to celebrate, a rustle is heard from behind the trees. They turn to see a line of goblins 50 feet wide. The already tired Lykos draws his sword, as do his companies. A goblin battle cry rages from the forest. They charge, Lykos runs down the middle of the army. His sword sticking out in front of him like a jouster. He turns to see his companions running beside him. Lykos shouts, “Form up, we can cover each other’s back.” They create a circle– like triceratops protecting their young. Lykos takes out a goblin with a single swing of his crimson blade. Dexios disarms one of the goblins, only to have it leap at him with its claws outstretched. It is cut down by Osmont in mid air. Lykos demands, “Turn, make it harder for them to attack us.” Lykos deflects a heavy strike, creating massive sparks which set the grass on fire. Goblins being flammable creatures, quickly burst into flame igniting the trees. “Go!” Lykos shouts to his men. They dash through the trees.
Ahead of them, they see a dark figure walking away with a man floating in midair beside. They real ize that this is Patrick being taken deep into the woods. The figure senses their presence and slowly turns around drawing his sword. Just as Lykos sees the sword, the dark figure charges toward him. Lykos is knocked off his feet by the strength of the blow. The demon swings down for the kill strike but is met with Dexios’ blade. Sparks fly and sting Lykos in the face. The demon then whirls around and blocks a strike from Derric. Before he can recover, there is a jump strike by Osmont from the side. The sword slices through him, but has no effect. The demon realizing that he is outmatched draws a second sword from inside the sleeve of his cloak. Thick billowing smoke begins to drift toward them followed by embers from the flames. The demon flies toward the men with both swords twirling in front of him, like an industrial meat grinder. Suddenly, a sword pierces through his chest from behind. The demon vaporizes and Lykos stands behind him holding his family’s heirloom sword. Patrick falls to the ground and awakes from a deep sleep. Lykos yells,“We have to get out of here, the forest is burning down!” Patrick, now conscience, stands to join the men. They run out of the forest and return to the village. The villagers sit in awe at their tale of demons, goblins and battles.