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Well, on with the story...
A girl was walking on a dirt road, having just gotten off the city bus. Although she lived far away, she attended a city school. She was 16, with dull brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was known as average beauty to herself. Tears were silently rolling down her face. After being teased and tormented, she had gotten away from the kids on the bus. She took a shortcut to her log home, walking through a field owned by the family of her best friend. Her footfalls made no sound as she walked through the high grass of the field. She kept her head down, body bent over as she walked, never seeing the shiny object fall from the sky. It whammed into her head, and she grimmaced in pain, dropping her backpack. The objects from inside slipped out as the zipper broke. She sobbed brokenly, looking at the mess at her feet, then bent to pick the scattered mess up. The object, unknown to her, had firmly placed itself into her bag.
"Why can't anything go my way?" the girl asked, sniffling through her tears. She scooped up the rest of the mess, and placed it into her bag. Then she took both of the broken sides and firmly grasped them, afraid of losing the mess inside again. She trudged to the stone walkway of her home, seeing the looming mansion to her left. She sighed as she walked through the unlocked gate of the small log cabin.
Placing her bag on a counter, she called for her mother. Nobody answered. Finding that odd, she walked to the fridge where the note normally was, but found nothing. She shrugged and opened the door. The glass pitcher was heavy as she brought it out. She set it on the scratched marble counter and opened a cabinet door. Pulling out a plastic glass, she poured herself a glass of lemonade, then sat down at the small, two-seater table. She enjoyed the moment for a while, sipping the tangy juice, then sighed and grabbed her backpack. She'd have to carry her books and notebooks tomorrow. She grabbed the only homework she had, Chemistry. It wasn't really a HARD assignment, just one that took a lot of time. Figuring elements, studying formulas, that kind of a thing. Hours had passed before she finished.
Around eight-o-clock, the girl finished her homework. She placed her pencil down on the paper, and stood up to stretch. Her stomach rumbled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten yet. She walked into the pantry and grabbed a can of Spegetti-Os, not her favorite, but it was quick and easy to prepare. She grabbed a canopener and a bowl. A few seconds later, the microwave hummed as the food cooked. She grabbed her cup and refilled her lemonade, then replaced it on the table. She moved her backpack into her room.
It was a small room, with a bed and a dresser. The closet was small, only holding shoes and two dresses. One teddybear sat on the bed, staring straight with glassy ebony eyes. It seemed forlorn, letting the whole world see its agony. There was a small desk in the corner of the room. On it was a notepad and a few pointy pencils. She placed her bag next to the desk. Then sat down. She had been working on a story, Fantasy/Horror. It was about a girl who lived in a small hut in the middle of nowhere. She had a unicorn as a pet. She lived by herself, truly happy, until one day, when a hunter shot her best friend. The glorious beast lay down on the ground, breathing heavily as she was the last thing it saw, then it smiled with its eyes and the breathing ceased as its eyes became glossy and stared straight ahead. The man came rushing out of the forest, and yanked the horn off the magnificent creature's head. The girl screamed and cried, knowing that he had killed it out of supposed immortality and youth. Then he grabbed her harshly by the arm. That was the last she had ever seen of her wonderful paradise. After that, she was sold as a slave, and was forced to serve others. Depression kicked in until she became sick. It was a terrible disease, and killed her within a day. She died alone, but the last thing she saw was not the dreary room in which she was put, but her glorious hut with her unicorn. A faint smile drifted across her face as she took her last breath, her heart stopping.
The girl knew her story was dreary and had a semi-happy ending. It was beautifully written, but the girl wouldn't send it to a publisher for fear of being rejected. She kept it on her desk. Only she could read the sad story. A gentle beeping rang through the small hallway, snapping the girl out of her reading. She walked back to the kitchen and opened the microwave door. The Spegetti-Os steamed, their mouthwatering smell making her stomach growl loudly, demanding to be fed. She grabbed a spoon and sat down at the table, savoring each morsel. She was poor, she knew that. With no TV, radio, telephone, or computer, the other teens despised her. All except for her best friend. His image appeared in her mind.
He was a tall and lanky kid, same age as she, 16. Freckles and pimples adorned his face, his red-brown hair could never stay straight and he oftenly just wore a hat over it, making his mother angry. He had clear blue eyes that were framed by thick-rimmed glasses. Both of them had high IQs, making the others tease them whenever they answered a question. His name was Roderick, although he preferred to be call Rod. He had a rich family and an older brother, the most popular guy in school, Samuel or Sam. He didn't have very many friends, just one to be exact, although he was nice and witty. Most of the kids at school teased him and stole his money. Whenever he passed the other kids in the hallway, he'd tense up, eventually getting the nickname turtle. He wasn't athletic or musically inclined, though both his parents wanted him to be. They dispised him having a 'poverty struck girl' as his best friend. He never cared what they thought. His brother could please them so he wouldn't have to.
Samuel was the captain of the football team, he was in every sport available and played the guitar, suiting his mother's demand of music. His grades normally fell in the B-C range. If he ever did get an A, he copied off of someone. He had soft dark brown hair, wavy and cut to where his head met his neck, unlike his younger brother, he had dark, chocolate brown eyes. He preferred people calling him Sam. If anyone besides teachers and parents called him Samuel, he would beat them up with his gang. He was one of those 'be popular, smoke and drink' kind of people. He was also the best looking teen in the school. He was always picking on Rod. He often claimed that his younger brother was adopted. People believed him.
A dark look appeared on the girl's face as she recalled his image. She shook her head, clearing her mind. Then she scooped out the last of her Spegetti-Os and placed her bowl in the sink. She took one last swig of her lemonade and put the glass next to the bowl. Then she scrawled a note on the markerboard on the refridgerator, explaining to her mom that she was going next-door to visit Rod, should her mother arrive home before her. Taking a look outside, she grabbed her only jacket, a windbreaker, and shut the door. Then, on a second thought, locked it to be sure that no drunk teens came from a party Sam was having tonight. She grasped the brass key hanging from the 24karot gold chain around her neck, the only valuable thing she owned, and walked through a path in the woods.
About half-way there, she heard the sound of loud heavy-metal music banging from the house that loomed ahead. The Jerishes were out tonight, going to a fancy restaurant, then they were going to spend the night in some ritzy hotel with an indoor heart-shaped whirlpool. They were celebrating the winning over of some big company, she didn't remember which one it was, and she didn't really care. A chilly wind blew, making her grab the folds of her jacket and huddle into it, trying to stay warm. She came out of the woods, and stepped into a brightly lit clearing. Squinting, she saw that someone had placed a spotlight on her and was laughing about it, drinking a bottle of beer. She sighed and made her way to the side door. Then knocked twice briefly. The side door led to Rod's room, for some reason his parents had put a door there. It greatly confused the both of them, and they had spent a lot of time pondering over why. A figure emerged from inside, however, it was not Rod as she had hoped. It was Sam. He had a bottle blonde attached to his shoulder, she scowled instantly. He returned the look.
"What do you want?" he asked harshly.
"Where's your brother?" she countered.
"I'm not his keeper, how should I know," he asked. The blonde giggled at his joke. The girl just rolled her eyes.
"Where is he?" she asked.
"Tied up in a closet," he said, then him and the blonde started laughing.
"This isn't funny," she said darkly.
"Shut up, you scrub," he said, then shut the door in her face. She balled her fists and flexed them, angry expression on her face. Then, slowly, she relaxed, and let her mind map out where he could be. She snapped her fingers, and smiled. She began whistling a tune of no words as she walked to the back of the house. There was a cellar door from way back in the day. She pulled the handles, and the doors opened.
"Who's there?" a frightened voice asked. She smiled, recognizinge her friend's voice.
"Relax, it's me," she said. He sighed in relief.
"Serenity," he said, rushing out of the darkness.
"Hey," she said, "I finally finished it." They hadn't talked in over a week.
"How did the ending go?" he asked, excited.
"Well, the girl caught a disease, Monalyptica, and they placed her in a small room, locking the door to let here die."
"Gruesome," he said. She laughed.
"She sat there, caught in her own world of depression and sorrow. Then, suddenly, a memory flashed into her head, probably caused by the fever."
"Ooooooo, go on...," he said.
"The flashback was from her early childhood when she was riding her unicorn through the woods at high speeds. Although she was very young, she knew he wouldn't let her fall. He was too gentle, and loved her too much. A single tear fell down her cheek, not for sorrow but for happiness. Then she saw her hut and her beloved unicorn, once more, welcoming her. She smiled. "Welcome home" a voice said to her. She had a happy smile as she breathed her last breath. Her heart stopped beating. Then, one of the other servants was sent in to see if she was still alive. She was found dead. She died alone. The poor woman shrieked at the sight of the smiling girl with glassy eyes staring nowhere, knowing the truth about what she saw. A few days later, the lady of the Manor caught Monalyptica, and died. The servants were sent free, never to face her evil wrath again. Unfortunately, they also died the same death. Their snide remarks and criticisms to the girl had been revenged."
"Awesome!" he said. "You REALLY should have a publisher look at it."
"Rod, I already told you. It's my story, I don't want others to criticize it."
"But it's so goooood," he whined.
"It doesn't matter. Nobody cares about those kinds of stories anymore."
"Are you going to write another?" he asked. She grinned evilly.
"Sure, why not. Give me a topic."
"Ok, how about a Haunted House?" he asked, knowing she'd give her it all and make it as spooky as it could get. That smile still stayed on her face.
"Haunted House it is... how about a Haunted Plantation?"
"Sounds good to me."
"A man got murdered during the depression. Now he's angry, and is willing to kill any and all who enter the Plantation. You see, his money that he got killed for is still in there, and anyone who touches it gets cursed if they're not innocent or of the man's blood."
"Is anyone of the man's blood?" Rod asked. Serenity paused for a second, thoughtful.
"Hmmmm... I think not. Nope, he was a greedy and selfish bugger with no family and no wife. His relatives died of mysteriously when he died."
"I'm beginning to like this story already," Rod said, grinning. "You have a talent."
"Yeah, yeah... sure, sure," she said sarcastically. "So," she said, glancing around, "Where's the light."
"The light bulb burnt out," he said, looking down.
"Then let's go fix it," she said, tugging his arm.
"No way. Are you nuts? Sam'll catch us!" he said.
"Pul-lease," she said sarcastically, "he's drunk, he won't care!"
"I'm not going."
"Then you'd rather stay here in the dark?"
"It's fine by me."
"Coward," she hissed.
"A not dead coward," he corrected.
"All right, fine. So... did you bring your laptop?"
"Sorry... Sam threw me out before I got the chance."
"Darnit, we almost got a perfect score on the IQ test. They called us above being a genius!"
"Along with a thousand other people," he said, depressed.
"Aw, come on, don't be such a stick in the mud."
"I'm not being a-"
"Maybe we should go to my house," Serenity suggested.
"Better than hiding here," he said, grumpy.
"Hey, yo, boy, you dissin' my house?" she asked, immitating a person from Jerry Springer.
"Naw lady, only cuz it's so small, yo can't get yo body through," he answered, immitating the other person.
"You say dat to ma face boy."
"What d'ya think I'm doin' fatty?"
"Talk to da hand cuz da face don wanna hear it!"
"What-ev-a girlfriend." They both broke out in hysterics, remembering the one time that the study hall teacher had brought in the wrong tape. Instead of Mighty Ducks, it was Jerry Springer. Then they ran up the steps and got out of the cellar, making sure to close the doors softly. Then they ran across the lawn toward the path, only to be caught in the spotlight. The laughing started again.
"Hey Serenity," Sam said, hold a microphone in his hand. "Why do they call you that? You're not serene at all. Just a dirty scrub who goes to our school." The other people laughed. Serenity's gaze darkened as she marched into the woods, Rod following meekly. "Where do you think you're going?" Sam asked in the microphone once more. "The fun's only starting. We'll let you come up and have a drink." The others laughed darkly.
"Forget it," Serenity yelled at the top of her lungs. "I can't stoop down to your level." Sam stopped laughing.
"I offered you a drink and that's how you repay me?" he asked, falsely insulted. "YOU, girl are below ME!"
Serenity sighed and continued walking through the woods, ignoring the laughter and the music being cranked as loud as it could go. It wasn't long before they reached her house. A light was on, and the door was unlocked. A sure symbol that her mom was home. She smiled and led Rod inside.
Her mother sat hunched over the table, tears making lines of mascara on her face. She blew her nose and turned toward her daughter.
"Mom, what happened?" Serenity asked, softly.
"Oh Serene," her mother said, calling her by her nickname, "I lost my job at work today. The officials said I was too slow and was being replaced. I don't know how we're going to get by..." she said and broke into hysterical crying.
Serenity went over to comfort her mother, placing her arms around her body. "Don't worry mom," she said, "we'll think of something." The woman cried even louder. her blond hair was dissheveled, and her aqua eyes were closed in emotional pain. Rod stood in the doorway, self-conscious. Serene led her mother to the master bedroom and had her lay down, promising that it'll all work out in the end. The woman fell asleep before her daughter even left the room. Serene sighed drearily at the event that just occured. She found Rod still standing in the doorway.
"Maybe I should go home," he said.
"Yeah," she agreed. She opened the door for him and stood on the doorstep.
"I hope everything works out. Talk to me tomorrow. I'm sorry I haven't talked to you for so long. It's just that... my brother..." Serenity sighed.
"It's ok, Rod, I'm sure everything will work out just fine. I'll come over tomorrow, all right?" Rod looked relieved. He nodded quickly.
"Bye," he said. Then he walked down the trail back to his house, not looking back as he slowly made his way. He walked as slowly as he could, trying not to be seen by his brother.
She felt sorry for him. His life was ruled by someone bigger and stronger than him. Sometimes, it hurt to be smart and unpopular. She had learned to deal with it, along with getting teased for being poor. He hadn't yet. She sighed as she put her head in her hands, pondering over what she was going to do. She couldn't come up with a solution. She stood up and looked at the duck clock that sat above the sink. It showed 11:30. She yawned and went into her room. Within a few minutes, she was asleep.
The small shiny object flew out of the backpack. It sat on a current right in front of her face as she lightly breathed in and out. A large computer image on ship floating by Jupiter, showed her. A 17-year-old boy sat on a thone next to a man. The boy had light brown hair with highlights of blonde and silver, a royal trademark. He had red eyes as he watched the girl thoughtfully, then his eyes turned to blue when he looked up at his father. His father had red hair, highlighted with blonde and silver. His eyes were green. He quirked an eyebrow at his son, waiting to know his answer.
"Her. I want her for my queen," he said, grinning evilly. His father looked at the image once more before nodding.
"So be it," he said. He snapped his fingers. The computer image disappeared. In its place stood the group called the Royal Court. The members murmered to eachother. Then one stepped up. The boy's eyes darkened to a shade of black.
"Sire, you cannot let that be. She's an Earthling! She can't become queen." Most of the others nodded in agreement except one, she had red hair and green eyes. She smiled at the boy prince in favor of the girl. "You must see that letting our prince choose before 18 is not a good idea. He's not yet ready to make choices for himself," the man said. He was burly and looked like he could take out the royalty whenever he wanted. He had his black hair slicked back and had brown eyes.
"Well, I don't know... what do you think, my son?" the king asked. The boy grinned at the man who spoke.
"Kalamankys, what do you mean?" he asked darkly. The man cringed before him, then calmed himself down before he made his reply.
"Ha, you don't have your powers yet," he said, crossing his arms with a smirk. The prince looked taken aback.
"Don't have my powers... why you... I was born with my powers," he said calmly. The other man started laughing. The boy glared, and the man turned to dust. Then he sat back. "Anybody else disagree with my decision?" he asked. The room was deathly quiet. "I didn't think so," he said softly.
"Prince, sire," the woman said, coming up to the front.
"Yes?" he asked.
"How are you planning on bringing her here? It would cause an uproar. You wouldn't want to kill innocents." The king looked at his son carefully. This was the time when he'd prove if he was yet ready to take over the throne. He couldn't be too hard. He couldn't be too soft, either. The prince scowled, deep in thought.
"You're right," he said slowly. "You shall go down and attend her school."
"Me? Sire, I'm far too old. You're the only one with the right age." The prince visibly paled. Then he regained his composure. "No I'm not," he said after a few seconds. He snapped his fingers and a boy of 16 appeared with his mother and father. "I request taking your son for one day. That is all." The boy looked hesitantly at his mother, his yellow eyes dancing with fear. She looked hesitantly at the prince, who looked back at her.
"Very well," the father said. The boy looked as if he was going to go through a death. The prince snapped his fingers and the mother and father disappeared, leaving the boy standing, afraid.
"Listen," the prince said. "I want you to go to Earth and pretend to be a student there. Make a girl named Serenity be your friend. When she trusts you, ask her to come to your house, and push a button on your shirt. You will immediately be transported to here. Understand?" The boy nodded, looking at the metal device on his shirt. "Good, report here tomorrow," he said, snapping his fingers. The boy disappeared.
"Well done, your highness," the woman said. The prince looked at her, not recognizing her. "You have proven that you can take over the throne," she said, smiling, then disappeared, vowing to meet him again. The boy looked at his father.
"That was the Eternal One," the man explained. The boy paled. "You passed her test. Once you turn 18, you can take over the throne." The old man sighed wearily. Then he snapped his fingers again, but the image showed an empty bed. Confused, they both tried to pinpoint where the girl was. Suddenly a hand enclosed the object, making them lose visibility, as she carried the nonmoving object to the table to examine it.
"Return to deck," the king commanded. The object automatically did, leaving Serenity standing, her mouth forming a slight O. She resumed making breakfast on the stove, not sure about what that object was. Not sure if she really wanted to find out.
Prologue is done. If you don't like it, I'll repeat once more, DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! If you do, please R&R! The first chapter's a little boring, but it gets better... oh, it gets better. Tragedy in the next chapter, be warned.