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| [Introduction]
A book can be the most amazing thing given what it is about. Some books can hold the secrets to how to make the best omlette, while others can hold someone's imagination and take them into a world of fantasy, and adventure, well what if you picked up a book that seemed to take you to a place you have never been before literally? Dante, and his friends are about to start an adventure that will set them on a course to fulfil a prophesy, and reveal their each separate destinies. The Kingdom of Vandreka was once a beautiful place, though now it has been lost for ages no one knows what happened to it. You won't find it in any history books nor hear any mention of it, but here in this book; I know you are wondering what I am talking about and think I am crazy, but actually I am not, if you are reading this then you must be one of the chosen one's that must help Dante on his quest to save our fair Kingdom. There are various books all over the world waiting for the chosen one's to pick them up and read, each book contains many spells, and certain elemental ability, however only one has the ability to do all. Each book is specifically made for the selected caster if the caster doesn't find the book then book will find the caster how this happens is unknown to me. The caster must want to help if they are to use the books abilities. Who I am will come up later, but for now you can call me The Historian. Good luck! Your first addition will only contain a Bio like this. Name Age Appearance Personality Book Name Book Ability: One ability per book except of course for Dante History Other Fact you would like to add We can get to the fun when everyone has done their Bio. |
 Lonewolf  Dante SilversteinAge:17 Appearance: Standing shy of 6'1, Dante has medium length black hair, pale green eyes, average muscular build, caramel skin complexion. Dante wears casual pants, usually with some kind of t-shirt, followed by his trademark low tops of black, and silver. Personality: Dante loves reading all kinds of books, and usually associates himself with fellow students who do the same. He writes poetry, and will not come out, and say it, but he posts it all over he internet, and in the school paprer under anonymous. He is a shy guy when you first meet him, and slowly starts to warm up when he knows someone better. Book Name: Shamata *The Ultimate of Ultimate Books* Book Ability: As of right now only strong defensive magic *shields, and things of that nature* History: When Dante was born it was raining on one side of the hospital, while bright and sunny on the other, since then his mother always said he was destinied from something great. She didn't know how right she was. Dante was always pushed to do well in school, and when he was in the 4th grade he developed a fascination with fantasy books of all kinds. Scheherazade Marjorie LathanAge: 17 Appearance: She stands about 5'6" tall. Her skin is the color of cinnamon and her eyes are a deep mixture dark brown and violet which make a person always do a double take when they look into them. Her hair hangs in layers halfway down her back in shades of strawberry blonde, chestnut brown, and dark auburn. She can usually be seen wearing a sundress with matching cardigan and well worn beige Birkenstocks with a set of seven gold bangles on both her wrists. Personality: Marjorie is the type of person who can always make you smile; she radiates calm and comfort. She is a full-time daydreamer, spacing out in the middle of a conversation when a wondrous thought crosses her mind. Some think she's ditsy for this behavior but the ones closest to her know what's really happening and tend to laugh and playfully tease her about it. There is nothing Marjorie has experienced, and she's experienced a lot, that can make her turn her back anyone. Book Name: Gealach Book Ability: Illusion History: Even as a small child Marjorie has always been able to find the beauty in any situation which as drawn the notice of others. This attitude has helped her survive obstacles that many would have trouble even imagining. Her mind absorbs information like a sponge which keeps her up at all hours of the night researching things of the ancient and mythical variety. Only one other person knows she has a fear of sleeping. Aideen wants to live in Forks Name: Luna McDonnelAge: 16 Appearance: Her black hair is cut short, framing the bottom of her face. Her light green eyes, hidden behind black framed glasses. Her skin is extremly pale and she has come to worship sunscreen. She stands at about five foot five, and has an athletic build. She prefers to wear bellbottom jeans and a simple tank top that shows off her figure. Personality: She is very cocky and full of herself. Luna doesn't know when to shut up and always seems to have her foot in her mouth. Her loyalty to her friends is strong and if her trust is lost then don't expect to get it back. Her mother often calls her a hard ass but she really is a softy though. Book Name: Ailill Book Ability: I guess you could say she is a a jumper, though I was looking for a different word... History: Luna's parents are free spirits, hippies in a way. She has an older sister named Moonbeam, 22, and married with a six month old child. Luna is on the softball team and the rugby team. She eats healthy and prides herself on keeping her body pure. Hippee, remember. neohuman Name: Alvin Talus Age: 19 Appearance: Bright and clever green eyes search the stars for meaning as his wispy brown hair blows in the twilight breeze. Hands in his pockets as bracelets of hemp and beads hang from his wrists, his moccasins walk the empty streets alone but content. He stops to look at himself in the window. His skin has been growing tan from the summer months. He smiles at his shirt, on which is printed in bold letters “Smile- It confuses people!” Dangling from his neck are two necklaces: a golden cross and a silver pentagram. He wears both with equal pride. Personality: Continuing to stroll down the street, deep and reflective thoughts begin to overtake him. Life has been getting much better than it used to be, and he is as happy as he has ever been. Unburdened and carefree, he greets every new day with a smile. “Life is good,” he says to himself. “I hope it stays this way.” Book Name: Brigid Book Power: Inspiration and divination. The book acts both as a creative muse and a fortune-telling medium, for written in every page is what is needed for every given situation. Opening the book to a random page will always show helpful advice for achieving one’s goals. It can be used to reflect upon the past, foretell the future, and act as a mirror to one’s deepest self. The pages of the book seem to have a life and intelligence of their own, mysterious and ancient beyond reckoning. History: Alvin was born and raised in Fresno, California, which is largely regarded as one of the worst possible places to live in the United States. Sprawling out of a desert valley far from any of the state’s beaches, the city is a stagnant cesspool of pollution and decay. It takes a strong spirit to find true happiness here, and Alvin is one such rarity. A strong believer of the supernatural and seeker of the subtle magic of modern life, Alvin knows that there is a strange kind of magic in the cracked concrete and stale air of his hometown. It shows up rarely and unexpectedly, and always changes lives forever when it does. Alvin has been touched by this magic twice in his life. The first time resulted in him being baptized Christian. The second time ended in him being dedicated Wiccan. He still holds both of these events dear to his heart. Bumble Bee Name: Naomie GronamanAge: 16 Appearance: She has bright, electric blue eyes and shiny dirty blonde hair (that's just starting to grow back). She has fair skin, which tends to burn easily. She usually just wears a t-shirt with jeans. She's pretty short, standing at about 5'1", but she is proud of it. She is verry skinny, since she has been recovering from several illnesses. Personality: She is determined to get through life, not matter how tough it is. She's also a Molly Morman in a way (Sorry if you don't understand the term...). But she never drinks coffee or energy drinks, she never wears tank tops unless absolutly needed (which for her is rare indeed), and never would buy a bikini to save her life. She also loves to read religious books. She loves music, and is talented with the guitar, the piano, and her voice; so she's in her school choir. But she loves to play video games. Book Name: Damia Book Ability: I guess you could say the elements (water, fire, etc) History: Born and raised in Yuba City, CA, she loves the bucket loads of fresh strawberries they have every year. When she is feeling good, she likes to travel down to Sacramento with her friends. When she was ten, they found tumers in her brain and her kidney. When they were found cancerous, the doctors immediantly started chemo therapy, Then, when she was thirteen, she had apendisitis and tonsilitis. On top of that, on a vacation in Utah with family, she slipped and split her chin open, So you could say she's had her share of doctors. The doctors have just taken her off chemo, hoping that the tumers won't grow back. Lonewolf Dante laid in his bed knowing that any minute his alarm was go off, he suffered from insomnia, and try as he might he could not seem to go to sleep his dreams always contained a lot of scary stuff he did not like to well so whenever he doused off to sleep his body on instinct would jerk back awake thus keeping him up for most of the night.His alarm went off at exactly 6:45 am, the time he would get up, and get ready for school, and he just crawled out of bed took his usual shower, and brushed his teeth then went downstairs where the sweet smell of breakfast was coming from, his mom was a great cook. While eating his breakfast his dad came down the stairs, and plopped an old dusty looking book on the table next to Dante’s plate. “Here you are son, I know how much you like to read books, and such, so, and I picked this up out of an old antique shop in Tokyo.” Dante looked at his dad then back at the book, and said reluctantly, “Thanks…dad…you shouldn’t have.” Dante had been wary of receiving anything regarding books from his dad because his dad always thought a good form of reading was usually some kind of comic book or magazine that had women doing all sorts of things that Dante did not think was proper. Dante left his house as 7:45 so he could be at school by 8:20 when they opened the doors at Crossroads Junior High. On his way down the walk way of his home he carefully opened the lid to the garbage can, and placed the book in the trash then was on his way to school so he would not be late. The day passed by so fast before Dante knew it, the lunch bell rang thus ending his third period class. “Hey, Dante wait up.” Marjorie shouted breathlessly from the end of the hall. Dante had met Marjorie on their first day of high school because of the coat Dante was wearing happened to be Marjorie’s favorite color and she insisted on him letting her wear it. He never got it back, and ever since they had been thick as thieves always knowing what the other was doing. “Hey Marjorie, How are you doing today?” Dante said to an out of breath Marjorie. “I’m fine, just wanted to sit next to you at lunch today. I got this book, and it has all this awesome stuff in it.” Marjorie explained excitedly. They both walked to lunch, Dante carrying his book bag, while Marjorie only carried this new book she had been telling Dante about; she never carried school books. Dante always found that to be weird, but said nothing to her about it. “Check this out!” Marjorie shouted cheerily, showing Dante the book she had been telling him about, drawing the attention of all the kids that were around them. “Marjorie, calm down, look at the way people are looking at us.” Dante murmured under his breath so only she could hear. “Where did you get this from?” Dante asked, holding the book that was, a deep forest green, with white pages that were yellowing on the edges to show it was old yet still crisp. “I went to our favorite place that old book store on 21st and Pembroke, and there it was for sell. I jumped on it before someone else got it.” Marjorie finished holding out her hand so that Dante could give the book back, letting her bangles clack together causing more looks from the kids around them. “Mind your own business.” Marjorie snapped. Dante sat looking at the book for could not see any words on the pages of the book. “Marjorie you bought yourself a diary? That’s what you just had to tell me?” Dante said sarcastically. “No, it does have words, here look.” Marjorie said taking the book from Dante then opening it up pointing to absolutely nothing as far as Dante could see. “Uh…funny joke Marjorie.” Dante said getting up from the table, grabbing his book bag to leave. “Dante, wait, I’m not joking the reason I had to show it is because your name is in here.” Marjorie said grabbing Dante’s book bag making all the contents fall out. “Marjorie, come on, it’s not funny just stop.” Dante groaned. “Look at what you did.” He said accusingly bending down to pick up his books. “Dante, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that, here, let me help.” Marjorie apologized reaching down to help Dante. She then looked at him holding out one of his school books in her hands for him to take, and noticed the look on his face. She said, “Dante? What’s wrong?” Dante had bent down to pick up his books when one of them caught his eye, he had seen it before, this morning in fact as he put it carefully in the garbage can so as not to make much noise. He picked up the black book the red dusty rims around it, it had the same old looking pages that were crisp when Dante opened it, but unlike Marjorie’s the book he had, had golden sparkling letters written inside of it, it read. “Hello Dante, it’s nice to have finally met you, though it wasn’t nice of you to have thrown me in the trash.” Aideen wants to live in Forks Luna walked through the school thinking about the book that her mother had given to her the night before. The maroon leather binding had a silver border surrounding the title of the the book Ailill. When she had opened the book pictures of magnificent stone structures and oceans pounding against the cliff. When she had tried to show her mother the picture she had gotten a look of disbelief. "Sweety, its a diary, theres nothing in it see?" Her mother opened the book but Luna still saw the picture. "Mom, look, can't you see the ocean and the building. I'm not pulling your leg." Her mother shook her head and handed back the book to Luna. "Sweety, I think you need to take a nap or something. Hallucination has to be a sign of stress." Luna sighed and admitted defeat. That night she didn't sleep well and if she did fall asleep she felt as if she was standing on the very cliff in the book. When she had finally gotten to Canyon High School she hadn't told her friends about the book, afraid that they might think she is crazy. "Luna!" Stopping in the middle of the hall she watched as her friend Melony ran up to her. She was already in her rugby uniform, ready for the game later in the day. "Hey." "Hey, where were you at brunch. There was an emergency meeting, evidently Linzy quit the team so we don't have a team captain anymore." Luna could feel her heart stop at the thought of not being present to try to run for team captain. She shook her head in defeat. "So who was the lucky girl?" Luna couldn't help her curiosity. "You." The statment made Luna stop in her tracks. She had been named team captain!? "But I wasn't present. I didn't even know about the meeting." Luna's green eyes twinkeled with the thought of being able to put that she was teh Rugby team captain on a college application. "Still, everyone voted on you. Your the team captain!" Melony squealed and jumped up and down in excitment. Luna had to grab Melony to get her to stop embarassing herself. "I'm hungry, lets eat." Melony and Luna walked to the cafeteria, smiles on their faces. neohuman The shadows grew longer as the afternoon settled over Fresno. Three pairs of shoes walked the empty street, their voices echoing off of Tower District’s aged houses and shops. “Hey man, did you want to pack a bowl?” asked Kevin. Kevin was one of those punk types, who wore Sketchers sneakers and listened to the Misfits, a plethora of patches sewn into his denim jacket. Alvin never understood those kinds of people, but the two of them got along anyway. “Naw, man, I’ve been trying to stay clean for the past few weeks,” Alvin replied. Kevin just looked at him suspiciously. “I’ve been trying to find a job,” Alvin clarified. “Ask me again sometime this weekend.” Kristina giggled. Kristina was one of those types who was a “recovering” druggie, and you could always tell. She always seemed to have a vaguely-confused, spacey expression, spoke slowly, and often got sidetracked. “Hey Alvin, isn’t your band, like, playing at the Starline tonight?” she asked, pulling a long tangle of blond hair from her face. “Yup, tonight at eight,” Alvin said. “If you can make it, I’d like you both to be there.” Alvin was the bassist in a pseudo-Irish punk band called Shamrock. What was funny is that none of the members were even Irish; the lead singer was a black guy named Trevor, who was more of a Bob Marley reggae type. Still, they mainly did a lot of Flogging Molly covers. “Hey, look, midgets,” Kevin observed. Sure enough, across the street were three midget men walking together. “I love the way they walk,” Kristina laughed. “So funny!” “Kevin, don’t do it man,” Alvin cautioned. Ignoring them, Kevin turned to the midgets and yelled across the street “They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard!” Kristina nearly died laughing at that point. The midgets all turned to Kevin. One gave him the finger, a chubby stump that made Kevin laugh even more. “Look at that thing!” he said. “It’s like a little cocktail wiener!” “Hey, screw you!” another midget yelled. “Come on, let’s go,” said Alvin. After walking a few blocks, Patrick Hawke rode up on his skateboard and stopped before the three. Patrick was the older brother of Adrian, one of Alvin’s best friends. He wore sunglasses and a backwards cap, with a lip ring and tattoos all up and down his arms. “Hey, Alvin, what’s up man?” Patrick asked, slapping his hand and then punching his fist. “I heard your band has a gig at the Starline tonight.” “Yeah, I’m headed home to get my guitar right now,” Alvin replied. “Why, what’s up?” “I wouldn’t go there tonight if I were you, man,” Patrick said, much to Alvin’s surprise. “Some creepy guys in black robes were looking for you. They seemed pretty pissed.” “Black robes?” asked Kevin incredulously. “What?” “Yeah, weird, huh?” Patrick went on. “Some kind of… cultists, or something. I dunno. But they were strapped, and threatened a few guys to tell them where you are. Carried these big-ass Smith & Wesson handguns.” “Whoa…” Alvin said, shaken. “Just… whoa. Wait, what would they want with me?” “Dunno, man, but they said something about a book. Something they wanted pretty bad. Know what they’re talking about?” “No, I have no idea,” Alvin said. “Book?” “Yeah, they must be cultists,” said Kevin. “Only cultists would threaten somebody over a damn book. “What, like Scientologists?” asked Kristina, completely serious, and Kevin laughed aloud. “Thanks for telling me, man,” Alvin told Patrick. “I’ll make sure to keep a look-out for them.” “Wait, Alvin, what are you going to do?” asked Kristina. “I’m going home to get my guitar.” “What?” Kevin asked, even more incredulous. “Alvin, you can’t seriously still be thinking of playing tonight. What if those crazy Scientologists come?” “Then I’ll call the cops,” said Alvin. “Look, me and the boys are really trying to get big. Get noticed, you know? This might be our chance. I’m sorry guys, but I gotta play tonight.” “Alvin, you are one crazy bastard,” said Patrick. Bumble Bee "Come on you guys, where are you taking me?" Naomie asked for probably the hundreth time."Look, if you're worried that you're going to miss school, the principal approved of us taking you, alright? He said, quote 'She deserves a day off of school', end quote." Caitlyn said, brushing her red hair behind her. "Did he really?" "Yeah, even asked Honest Hannah over there." Caitlyn said, pointing to Hannah. "He really did Naomie. Now get in the car." She got in the car, almost reluctuntly, and reamained silent until Hannah blindfolded her. "What the..." "Relax Nam. We want it to be a surprise." "But..." "But nothing! It's a surprise, and it can't be ruined." The car fell silent again, with the soft music from the radio. "What are we listening to anyway?" Naomie asked. "My brothers Queen CD." Caitlyn replied. She started to sing along, but sang the song opera like. "Come on, sing along." Hannah joined in, singing in a British voice. When the song was finished, Naomie clapped loudly for them. Then, the car finally stopped moving and the music stopped. "We're here!" Someone opened the door for Naomie and helped her out, but her helper remained silent. They led her along the crowded sidewalk for about ten minutes, then finally sat her down somewhere. Someone untied her. In front of her was a cup of hot chocolate with the lable 'Barnes & Noble'. She smiled and looked up. To her surprise, two more people had joined them. Jake and John Anderson, known as the choir-ball brothers at Yuba City High. They were well known for there love and passion for baseball, and the best soloists (or best known duet) for the schools chamber choir. "Welcome to Barnes and Noble." Jake said. "Where you get four books of your choice!" John continued. "Even better, you don't have to pay for them." Hannah grinned. "Because we're paying today as celebration of no longer being on chemo!" Caitlyn laughed. "Now, finish up drinking your addiction there, and go choose your four books." Naomie smiled and took a sip out of her drink. "You guys don't have to do this." "Oh, but we want to! So, get drinking, then get choosing!" She slowly finsished her hot chocolate, then walked around, looking for the next great book. She first picked up Prophecy of the Stones, then Rubies and Rebels almost immediently after. She found Vanishing Act about fifteen minutes after. Then she reached the bargain table. A silver gleam caught her eye under a biography. She moved the heavy book to see the smoothest book she had ever seen. It's cover was a navy blue, with silver binding. In the center of the cover was the title of the book: Damia. She whispered the word, letting the syllables slip off her toungue. She opened it, and in the right corner in red writing, it said "Naomie Lynn Gronaman". She stared at her name. It had her full name in it, but it was not her handwriting. "What are you looking at Nam? There's nothing on the page." John asked. Naomie looked at him. "What do you mean? My full name is in the corner." John shrugged. "Well, name or no name, are you going to get it or not?" Naomie nodded. "Yeah, sure." LdyPhoenix Marjorie watched with curiosity as Dante slammed the black book closed. The look on his face immediately told her that something was wrong, but before she could ask he was rushing out of the lunch room. Marjorie hurried to catch up."Dante! Dante, wait up!" Dante didn't turn around when she finally made it to his side. She'd been running all over the place lately she wondered if she should join the track team. "Just leave it alone, Marjorie." "But Dante-" "Look." He stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway and turned to her. She'd never seen that expression in his eyes before but it almost looked like... fear. "Today isn't a good day for chaotic daydreams, okay? Something weird is going on and until I can figure it out I'm going to need some space. Just- just leave it alone." Something inside her chest began to ache as she watched him walk away. This particular type of mood never hit Dante often, but Marjorie had known him long enough to let him go. When Dante was ready he'd come and talk to her. Until then she'd simply have to wait for his acceptance of what was happening. * * * * * The front door of her home opened to the smell of stale cigarette smoke and trash on the floor. Marjorie was used to the chaos of the main household and paid it no attention as she hurried toward her bedroom in the back. Her room was like a small home inside a house. Her door was locked with three heavy duty deadbolts each with their own separate keys. She'd learned the hard way what desperation can do when a person runs out of beer money. To Marjorie, her room was her sacred space. No one had stepped inside except her. The last lock clicked opened when her mother appeared from behind the corner. Marjorie braced herself for confrontation as she greeted her with a smile. "Yes, Mom?" Her mother wore a shirt several days old with alcohol stains down the front. The messiness of her dyed auburn hair showed she had just rolled out of bed. It was bittersweet for Marjorie to remember that the woman standing before had been precisely dressed accountant once. She couldn't remember her mother's laughter or the last time they verbal exchange had been more than about the weekly check. "You get my cigs?" The can of Bud clicked open with a loud whoosh. Her mother gulped it down like it was water. Marjorie reached into one of the plastic grocery bags hanging around her wrist and pulled out a carton of Marlboros. She reluctantly handed them over. "Mom, you really shouldn't-" "Don't worry about it kid." Her mother stared back at her with the same eyes Marjorie saw in the mirror every morning. There was a flash of recognition there. Something akin to concern. But it vanished before she could be sure. "You'd better get lost before Ron gets home. You know how he gets on Mondays." Marjorie nodded once and stepped inside her room but her hand paused on the door handled. She turned back to face her mother. "Mom?" "Yeah?" "Here." Marjorie handed over a plastic bag. Inside was a large bowl of Minestrone Soup and a hunk of sourdough bread. It was her dinner for the evening, but Marjorie had suddenly lost her appetite. "Its fresh soup. You should have something more than microwavables to eat every now and again." Her mother looked at the bag like it was a foreign containment before taking it from Marjorie's waiting hand. The side of her mouth kicked up a notch as she watched her mother walk away, peering into the bag with curiosity. It wasn't much, but it was something. After locking the doors behind her, Marjorie placed her belongs on the floor and closed her eyes. She inhaled the clean, jasmine scented air, relaxing for the first time all day. Quickly, she kicked off her Birkenstocks, placed the meager amount of groceries into her mini 'fridge, and removed her bangles to her jewelry box. The old green book seemed to call to her from the depths of her ratty book bag. The thing was an embarrassment to look at and she only used to bring her books to and from school, but at the moment she couldn't take her eyes from it. Or more importantly, what it contained. Immediately she abandoned her plan to attack her homework right away. Like all books this one needed to be explored and Marjorie relished the thought of spending the whole night learning its secrets. "What do you have hidden in your pages?" Marjorie asked as she sat indian-style on her bed with the old book propped in her lap. It was open to the first page. Her eyes widened as elegantly curved writing appeared in violet ink on the first page. "The truth is not in the pages, Marjorie Lathan. They are rather in the words the pages provides. Earlier I gave you a glimpse of what I contain, but are you ready to start at the beginning?" The "yes" slipped out of her mouth as a barely audible whisper. It was then she finally understood why Dante had freaked that afternoon. She'd have to apologize to him later. Lonewolf Dante made it home finally feeling more freaked then he had in a very long time, he had not been this freaked since he came home the one time where he had given the scarf to Marjorie. “Damn, I was so short with Marjorie, and she was only trying to help.” Dante thought as he rested against the closed front door. He could smell the fresh baked muffins coming from the kitchen, which signaled that his mom had made it him from work. His mom was a Veterinarian, and on rare occasion, he found that his mom had brought her work home with her when he found a black Labrador retriever in his room that had taken stock in his bed that it thought was its own. Dante always on his guard after this encounter crept slowly to his room up the stairs so, his mother would not be alerted to the fact that he was home just yet because he wanted to check out this talking book. Peeking into his room to make sure a misguided animal was not inside, Dante relieved to find no such thing moved stealthily inside being as quiet as humanly possible. Sometimes his floor creaked just when he did not want it to, this time was different he moved over the spots he knew for certain would protest under his weight, then with agility he did not know he possessed he landed lightly on his bed from a perfect cart wheel. Opening his backpack he took the black book out with the red trimming, it looked like a normal book that you would find in a library somewhere, and would normally disregard as something interesting to read because it looked old or rather it had looked like that. However, as Dante looked at it now it was clearly changing, because now the book was crisper as if it was brand new.Upon opening, the first page Dante could see nothing, but blank page; he could have sworn he saw a beautiful castle with lush forest surrounding it along with words on the opposite side of that page that talked to him as if something had been writing a message to him. Flipping through its many pages Dante found no pictures at all, this confused him greatly. “Had I dreamed the whole thing?” Dante asked no one in particular. “Of course not Master Dante,” Dante read, as the words appeared on the page he had been looking at. Dante almost dropped the book when this happened. “Wha-what are you?” Dante asked the book, his voice clearly revealing his curiosity. “Master Dante, I have a tale to tell you, but our time is short. So, as I tell my story I need for you to listen, and then ask your questions later, but first I must ask you something; do you wish you help the Kingdom of Vandreka?” “The Kingdom of Vandreka, Umm…yeah I guess.” Dante replied, regarding the book with a suspicious expression on his face that turned into one of total awe. When Dante said yeah, the pages in the book instantly transformed from being plain with just he words that seemed to talk to him, but they changed to that of a scene, so wonderful Dante felt as if he belonged within the pages of this book in this wonderful place. “Master Dante, what you are looking at is The Kingdom of Vandreka, but at this time it’s kept in a state that is fast decaying, its inhabitants will be lost soon without your help. You are the key to saving this Kingdom. I know, now you are confused, but if given some time I can explain all that I know. “Wait! I’m only fifteen, how am I supposed to save a whole kingdom?” Dante asked incredulously. “Master, you are far more capable then you realize, now listen to my story and then make your decision on wither or not you’ll be able to do the great task that is needed of you.” The book replied, and then began its long tale of the Kingdom of Vandreka. “Long before when magic was still fresh and used on a more regular basis there were five kingdoms altogether of the five Vandreka being the most profound of them all. However, one person hated The Kingdom of Vandreka and its people. His name was Damascus former King of one of the now free land Damashia. Damascus and his hatred for The King of Vandreka go back to the great crystal wars, though much of the details are long forgotten it is amazing how a man so evil could still be alive today. Vandreka is a kingdom foraged of smaller one’s that used to be separated into four Great, yet smaller kingdoms, only to come under attack by Damascus for reasons unknown to as it was so long ago. However, the lands were under one Kingdom as a whole they were still governed over by the former Kings or Queens only passed down through family. The King of Vandreka was a great user of magic, and through his sight saw that darkness was rising one of which he did not have the ability to defeat though great his power was, but he saw that his youngest was going to more powerful then he, though he was yet to be born. With his thoughts of protecting his Kingdom he cast a great spell, and conferring with the governors of the lands of Vandreka they offered their help as best they could by giving their aid; meaning they each gave a child up that showed extra ordinary abilities. When the children come of age, they would be given a book such as I this bit of magic came from the great wizard Elwyngarr, advisor to the King of Vandreka who assisted in the Great crystal wars. His power was only second to that of the King at the time, which was a feat in itself. Each book would hold spells of defense, but also all would have a main ability that was true to the land they came from. The King used most of his magic to transport the children and books to an alternate reality, the working a magic of this depth caused for the most precious sacrifice, magic itself, now while the King did all of this. Damascus was conspiring with his dark forces because he knew of what the King had planned to do, because there was a spy in the castle unbeknownst to everyone until it was too late. When the King finished opening the portal to the earth you are on now that was when Damascus struck, he had disguised himself as a servant to the King. When he saw his chance, he jumped into the portal hoping to get his hands on the books, and use his dark evil to take them over or persuade one of the chosen to help his cause. Dante you must be careful, now that you and the others are of age you’ll be on Damascus’s radar, if anyone outside of someone around your age begins to ask questions or seek you out and you don’t know them watch out because Damascus will do anything to get his hands on the Kingdom.” “Okay, let me get this straight.” Dante said, sounding angry, and then continued, “My mother and father, aren’t really my parents? This weird old guy Damascus is after me, and some others?” “Yes and No, the complicated spell the king worked created parents and things for all of you, but what happened after that was beyond his control.” The book said, letting the words fly across the page. “So, how am I suppose-“Dante didn’t get a chance to finish his question. His mother opened his door with an arm full of clothes that went everywhere when she saw him sitting on his bed looking at a book that had nothing in it. “Why didn’t you tell me you were home Dante Alexander Silverstein!” She said in an angry huff, while picking up the fallen clothing. He knew he was in trouble the minute she said his full name, she only did that when he was in trouble. “I’m sorry; I just really wanted to get into this book dad got for me.” He said quickly to smooth things over, and it was only half a lie. “Well, I guess that’s okay, he didn’t think you’d like it.” She replied, and then continued conversationally, “That friend of yours Marjorie called, and said that she needed to talk to you about something important, though she didn’t say anything about giving back that sweater she borrowed. LdyPhoenix Marjorie seemed to float in a daze as she tried to absorb all the information she'd read in the magical book that still sat open in her lap. It was hard to believe that the Kingdom of Vandreka was real except... it was hard not to believe it when the evidence was right at her fingertips. She had no idea what to do next since the call to Dante had gone unanswered. The only thing that seemed plausile was to stare straight ahead at the large poster of one of Ansel Adams's black and white photographs on the wall opposite her bed.Suddenly, the purple starred telephone sitting on the window ceil rang. Marjorie answered it without looking at the caller I.D. "Your mother really hates me, doesn't she?" Dante gave her a nervous laugh. "She doesn't hate you per say..." "She loathes my very existence." He paused. "Pretty much." Marjorie sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the bed's headboard. "That's what I thought." "What did you expect? You keep stealing my clothes." "They're soft and smell nice." Dante scoffed. They sat in silence for a moment before Dante cleared his throat, sounding slightly uncomfortable. "Look, Marjorie... I'm sorry about-" "Don't worry about it. I've got a freaky magical book too. If I'd seen the weird things that you did at the time I probably would have snapped as well." "Wait. You have one too?" The excited tone of his voice made her grin. "Yep. I got the complete story of the Legendary Kingdom of Vandreka this afternoon. Its the reason why I called you." "We need to talk about this, but I'm worried about my mom busting in. I'm heading over to your house." Just in the background Marjorie could hear the loud sounds of the television outside her door with the distinct smell of cigarette smoke wafting through the air. The muffled voices of Ron and her mother were slowly rising in tone. She suspected a brawl within the hour. "No, don't head here." She quickly hopped off her bed and gathered her gold bangles, slipping on her sandals at the same. If she hurried fast enough she might be able to slip out of the house before getting swept up into her mother's drama. "Meet me at the Starline in a half an hour. Don't forget to bring the book." Marjorie hung up the phone in a rush before Dante had time to object. Aideen wants to live in Forks Luna stared at the book on her desk as she read the worsd and saw the pictures of the wars that had forced a king to send children away as a last resort to saving his kingdom. She couldn't believe what she was reading but somehow it was real. There was no other logical explanation for seeing words and pictures magically appear on a blank page. Now if she had been doing shrooms or something along that line then she would have to question her own sanity. It had to be the hippee in her that made it so easy to accept something so...weird. Yet Luna felt a sense of improtance in the story that she had been told. Her book, who introduced himself as Ailill. Well, that was a no brainer , she thought to herself. The book had his name on the cover. And why did she keep assuming it was a he. It could be a she? Maybe she should ask the book. Oh yeah, that real sane. Ask a book its geder. Then she thought about the situation in a whole. Her parents weren't her parents. Maybe that made sense since she wasn't a true hippee at heart. But she still loved them and no magic could have created that. But would she be willing to leave everything she knew behind and help this Kingdom of Vandreka? There was only one way to find out... Bumble Bee Naomie silently closed the book after it told it's tale. It was like one of her dreams, she knew it. She would accept what had happened, then she would wake up. It happened most often when she first got the tumurs. She had dreams that the tumurs would mysteriously dissapear, then, she'd have to wake up for one thing for another.Silently, she traced the intricate designs on the cover. Someone knocked on her door. "Come in," she called. Her 10 year-old brother came in. "Hey sis, I'm stuck in my game again. Will you come help me?" She smiled. "Yeah, sure." He helped her down the stairs. In the living room, she picked up the GameCube remote and quickly defeated a Lego Darth Maul to a pummle. "Anything else..." but she stopped. He had grabbed her book from her desk and was looking at it. "What is your facination with this book?" he groaned. She looked down. "I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you... at least, yet." She scooped it up into her arms and went back to her room. She closed her eyes and whispered "Alright, I accept my fate. I will accept what is written in here." And to her great delight, when she opened her eyes, she was still standing in the middle of her room. © Copyright 2008 Lonewolf, Scheherazade, Aideen wants to live in Forks, neohuman, Bumble Bee, LdyPhoenix, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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