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Why does time go by so quickly when your having fun? Well, its because you are with the ones who you care about and they care about you. Time goes by quickly because you aren't stressing over your kidnapped mother or your psychopathic father. I lived within the moment and enjoyed myself. Time goes by but the memories stay forever. I will have to cherish those memories for a while. I had hoped that this feeling deep down inside of me would have changed but I couldn't shake it. For months I had been searching for answers about my parents, for weeks I had been searching for the location of the portal that should lead me to the elven world but I was no wiser than I was when I arrived in Dremount. There were no answers here but there were back home. I could feel it. I had left too much things behind, too much of my life and my mother's life was left abandoned. My answers were there I was sure of it. I just didn't know if I wanted to return after learning the truth. I could sense tha
Before I knew it, I was possibly standing in Elverton for the last time. I huffed at my own thoughts. I'm not going away for all eternity but why did it feel like I was. I felt so depressed, my nose started tingling and I had a great night's sleep. There is just nothing in the world that can compare to being in the arms of your soulmate. In that state, all my troubles and fear just evaporated into thin air and then the moment we parted to go to our separate houses the dreadful feeling of the world on my shoulders returned. I really needed him. He was my happy place. I pushed the door of the white house open and walked inside. I had only taken a small bag with me but I had returned with two small bags and a suitcase. Vanessa and I went shopping on several occasions. Apparently the moon season was her favourite time of the year. And then I started to feel at fault seeing that the moon ball got cancelled because of me. Yikes! I dropped the bags on the floor and glanced around. A wide
The most terrifying thing for a teenager was to have their parents read their diary. The most terrifying thing of all was to have your enemy be two steps ahead of you on your path, presenting themselves as an immovable object that knew your deepest thoughts. How could I have been so stupid? I should have known, I should have felt it's dark signature. Why didn't I felt it? Was I really that weak? I sighed it was impossible not to agree with every terrible thing that Xerxes had said about me. Most days I didn't even feel whole. I tried and I tried but something kept holding me back, refusing to let go. I stared down at my mother's diary, a witch's diary. Maybe inside was the answer to all my questions. I most definitely did not find this book by accident. I gulped as I opened the book and skipped past the first page. Scribbled on the black horizontal lines was my mother's hand writing even after all these years it still remained the same. Everytime I wrote in mine it was like two
Have you ever looked in a mirror and found that you were unable to identify the person staring back at you. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't see the person that you were supposed to see. For me, I kept on seeing her. Taitan, I presume, was the name of my alter ego. A part of myself that I couldn't tell the difference between her and I. I could name a million times that I felt out of place within myself and at the same time I couldn't draw the line between where I fell back into the passenger seat and let her drive. What was this thing inside of me and why did my mother keep such a big secret from me for all these years? Why did she neglect to tell me about this part of myself? I bet that there were a lot more things that she forgot to tell me about…and I knew just where to find them. I had thought that my mother didn't keep secrets from me but she did get very upset once when I was younger. I was going through my nerd phase that kind of stuck but that's not what's
I was losing my mind. Howelse would you explain the fact that I was currently feeling sympathy towards Xerxes. I felt myself slowly relating to him. I did in fact inherit his curse. Times like this I hated magic. I longed to be human Taiti with no significant amount of magic. Maybe that was where the line was crossed, at my magic. On one side there was nerdy, bullied and curious me and then on the other side there was bold, independent, strong, bad ass, powerful and maybe a little cunning me, well her. Or maybe the line was drawn in terms of how much of my parents' genes I had. On one side there was my mother's daughter. She was smart, witty, powerful and brave. She looked out for those who could not protect themselves. She felt the closest to the person that I knew myself to be. On the other side was my father's daughter. The darkling, she was coy, hated weakness of any kind, very quiet and mysterious and she loved mischief. She was also very creepy and dangerous. I wonder why
I released a sigh of boredom. What was I doing here…in this room with this guy I barely knew talking about something that he knew nothing of? My legs wouldn't stop bouncing up and down and Parys couldn't stop giving me death stares. "Can you stop that? You are giving me anxiety," he said massaging the side of his head. I sighed once more. There was a weight on my chest, it came with my intense feeling of restlessness. "I shouldn't be here. I have better things to be doing with my time," I said folding my arms and clenching my jaw. We were currently sitting at the back of a classroom that would of usually been about the ascension. The teacher in charge out of the blue decided to have an emergency meeting, requiring all students to attend. Even the ones that didn't attend classes frequently. I was only here because my ascension was far closer than I had anticipated. And although I was 100% certain I knew more about it than this dimwitted teacher, there was always more to be l
Have you ever seen a ghost? I have. They are warped by the most gruesome magic. If something as beautiful and pure such as a soul had a dark side it would be a ghost. A twisted reality. Ghosts were always hungry, hunting for life's energy. They are never satisfied. They just want more and more until there is nothing left. I was afraid of ghosts because on my 9th birthday, my father dearest set a family of them on me. They loomed at the foot of my bed, hid underneath it, and floated above me. They never fed, they just watched. They gave me nightmares. One night the little girl missing one eye snuck into my bed. I have never forgotten that night. It's the night I stopped sleeping. I watched and waited until morning. I promised myself to never let that happen ever again. I wouldn't close my eyes. I was never safe. The man sitting across from me was the reason. He ruined my life. I stood slowly to my feet, my eyes staying focused on his every move. The lamp illuminated his face,
I glanced around incoherently, stumbling over my feet as I gathered my bearings. I was at the academy gates but the guard posts were empty. A strong hand suddenly gripped my arm tightly and I began to panic. It took 5 seconds for me to recognize the person who was steadying me. "You…" I trailed off, pointing at him. The hellhound with the red streak going through his hair nodded. "You said to tell you everything that happened if you ever started acting strangely," he spoke as if counting his words. "You act strangely now," the red head hellhound pitched in. "Oh, okay. What did I tell you to tell me?" The hellhound frowned, glancing up at the sky. "Nice…work, mentally. He totally bought the dramatic beat up to pulp you and then the further dramatic screams as we burned alive," he said in the same strange accent counting his words. I huffed, of course he did. I shook my head and to think for a moment I thought that I could be capable of getting my dad back. I shook my head