First story! So, like, don’t be so mean that it’s not as good as others all over the internet. Please!!! Thank you! Oh! And I dedicate this to Silver Edged Fantasy and a friend from school! Otherwise I would never have gotten this where everyone can see!

Adelaide was freezing her buns off. In her own room!

Being 14 wasn’t as easy as people made it out. Especially when your fingers were turning to stone while doing homework…

What’s up? Can’t I even be in a single room without become stone cold? This is just ridiculous! Thinking about it, made Adelaide angrier. Her computer was jammed, her right hand was beginning to feel colder than her left, and she couldn’t finish her homework without that darn computer. Not even the internet was able to comfort her from her phone because she had to make sure the bill wouldn’t go too high.

The one good thing about today though, was that she got to see a cute, well, red-hot-chili-pepper hot boy. He’s a high schooler! He has his own car! And he has this most amazing voice that just was meant to sing. He uses his throat to reach high notes that make him sound like a god on earth. She was still in eighth grade and she was already asked twice if she wanted a ride home. He had asked her! Adelaide was asked twice out of all the high school girls that were at the musical practices. Sure, there were girls that left with him in his car, but he asked a total stranger if she wanted a lift. How cavalier!

So maybe if you took one look at him you wouldn’t want to date him right off the back, but if you knew his playfulness, his gentle look when he had looked at her that second time to ask her if she wanted a ride with him to get home… Ohhhhh! To die for!

Dark brown hair in disarray, a shirt that clung to his lightly muscled body, pale complexion that looked so natural, dark eyes that chose to like and hate you, a knack for singing, always wearing a smile on the stage, a serious attitude look but in reality it’s just a face that is difficult to read, and he has the best looking ass from the entire class.

What am I to do? I don’t know his number, I’m so shy around him, and I can never have a comfortable chat with any of the students who are participating. Oh why oh why did I have to be the youngest? Why did I have to even fall in love? It’s such a pointless emotion that I don’t know why I feel its effects. It’s not like I’m ever going to get married. I’m not special like others girls and my beauty doesn’t stand out. I hate being me!

As Adelaide contemplated everything, her mother crept into the room to surprise her daughter. Surprises were rare in this household. There was never anything to be surprised about except if debts could be stopped and more money could enter the bank to have money to spend.

Wrapping her hands around her daughter’s eyes, Diane whispered, “Guess who?”

“The Easter bunny.” replied Adelaide with sarcasm dripping out of each syllable.

“Noooo,” whispering again, “guess who?!”

“You mom.”

“Exactly! But with great news!” Letting go of her daughter, she spun her around to face her. “Guess what day it is Adi! Just guess!”

“Mooommm! I don’t want to guess! I’m so wiped from school that I can’t think straight! Just tell me before I explode with headache after headache!” whined Adelaide.

Resignation flowed into Diane’s face, looking her daughter over. “You don’t even remember do you?” she whispered, “you don’t even remember the most important holiday to me that should also be the most important for you… Do you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about mom. I haven’t looked at a calendar in a month.” Adelaide tried smiling, but it was so small.

“Happy birthday sweetheart.” With this, Diane handed her daughter a gift from outside the room and hugged her daughter tightly. “You can’t even remember your own birthday!” saying this playfully, she added, “I’m so ashamed that my daughter can’t remember the day she entered my life and gave me the greatest joy that life could give me.”

Adelaide looked up from the gift box, still closed, and hugged her mother before she could leave. “Thanks mom. I hope you didn’t spend money on me. I don’t want to know that it’s my fault if we can’t pay a bill.”

“Don’t worry! I’ll bring in the cake… Or do you want to cut it in the kitchen?”

“Kitchen.”

“Okay.” She left to go to the kitchen and left her daughter to herself.

“Let’s see what she gave me.” Opening the gift box, Adelaide found herself looking at a book.

A book? I wonder why she’d give me a book, and look! A sweater too! Maybe she knows I tend to sleep late because I keep reading. The cover is so strange. I don’t even know what it means. I wonder if my scatter-brained mom bought it because the cover looked cool. I don’t know though, it looks old, like, really old. It actually looks like the book I once saw when I was six, and how my mother made me not to read it.

Contemplating this, Adelaide opened the book to find it blank. What the Hell? “Why’s the book blank?” she wondered out loud. Probably for me to write diary entries or something. Leaving the book in her room, Adelaide walked into the kitchen to find her mother looking so sad while staring at the cake.

“Mom? What’s wrong?”

Looking up, “Oh!” wiping tears away, “Nothing Adelaide. I’m just so sad that you are growing up so fast! I can remember as if it were yesterday that I found you standing up, though you needed help of the table legs, but you still walked and after that you didn’t fall. On your first try too!”

“Ohhh mom! Not those stories again! I know I was a talented kid! I get that from you! Didn’t you know?” Diane looked pained, as if she were keeping something.

“Well, let’s cut your birthday cake so we can start eating… Huh?”

“Sure!”

The cake was sliced, one piece for Adelaide, another for her mother. They both returned to their rooms after staying up late. Adelaide returned to her room to open her book. She couldn’t understand why her mother would give her an empty book, even to write in. If it were a journal, then her mother would have bought her one with cute thing on it. If it were a book to read, well, fantasy would be the best topic. So really, Adelaide had no idea what to do with the empty book.

What am I to do with this? Should I write in it? Should I draw in it? Should I place pictures in it? What do I do? Getting frustrated, she set the book next to a picture of her mother when she was a little girl. For some reason, Adelaide could never find anything about herself to compare to her mother. Diane was a flimsy woman who flew with the wind. Not literally. Anyways, she had blue eyes, the color of a bright and sunny morning. Adelaide was subtle and had midnight black eyes that whenever she got angry, her friends said that they looked on the verge of overcoming both her eyes in darkness, like in the movies. Diane liked wearing colorful clothing. Adelaide loved wearing dark clothing, though she wasn’t Goth or emo. She just liked wearing dark colors. Diane never wanted to cook meals that took more than half an hour. Adelaide loved cooking meals that took longer whenever there was enough food to cook.

Both were exact opposites. Some part of Adelaide hoped that she took mostly to the father she never knew. Jealous mothers and wives always looked at Diane and how she could captivate their husbands and strangers to her by her beauty. Always, but always, they would start rumors that were pure falsehoods, just so that the men would turn their eyes away. It wouldn’t work though, and unfortunately, one man thought her easy, and tried abusing her, Adelaide though, was strong, even for being nine.

It was strange how she did it, but she was able to stop the attacker and after that, Adelaide made sure to deal with all men that thought her mother easy. No man could ever get near her without first meeting to Adelaide’s standards. The ones who had made the lie, well, let’s just say that if they ever should even cross Adelaide’s view point, even if they’re a mile away, they gotta run as if the devil would come and send them straight to Hell. Most of them are so afraid that they don’t get out of their homes anymore. They’re all housewives that have their men do everything outside, while they stay in their homes waiting to see if they won’t get beat up again.

I wonder if I’m anything like him. All I want is to know who he is and just be able to be with him. I wish I knew how he looked. I wish… I wish… shaking her head in anger, and pain, and sorrow, wishing is for idiots. Nothing good ever comes from them. Morons wish. Bastards wish. I’m none of them. Sadly though, I wish I didn’t have to feel this… this… I don’t even know what I feel. I want my father! I want him to protect mom! I want to be the one protected. Not the one protecting! I’m so tired of having to do a job that a man should do. I want mom to be protected by the motherfuckers who think that they can screw with my family! I want to know what it’s like to celebrate father’s day. I want to have protective arms around me! I want to leave this house knowing that mother’s honor and pride will be protected. I want so many things! Yet, I know I’ll never have them. Mom never talks about him. And there’s no a single picture of him. I should know I look everywhere when mom falls asleep and I have checked EVERYWHERE!

Where is he?! She began to cry silently. Meanwhile, the book writing words in every page.

“Where’s my daughter Zechariah?” asked a cold and distant voice.

“Which daughter?” questioned Zechariah.

The owner of the cold and distant voice stared harshly at the young master. “Adelaide.”

“She was never found,” responded the young master Zechariah.

“I sense her.”

“I do too.”

“Find her. Bring her. Hurry. Something wrong will happen to her. I feel it. Darkness surrounds her in great quantities. It knows she’s alive. Just like I do. She will save us. I know it. Her magic grows too much for her to have and not learn to control it. Run now Zechariah. Bring her here for her teachings. It has been too long since she was given to the woman to care for her to give Adelaide a normal childhood. Why we never found her is a mystery. Now though, she must be found. Or darkness will consume and take my daughter away. I cannot have that. It was disgraceful never to keep tabs on every child from the Order. When Adelaide was lost, I thought I would go mad. So did my wife. Now though, with Adelaide’s growing powers, she can be found, and brought back home.”

“I will bring her back elder. Do not worry. Adelaide will come back…” he turned, but looked back, “what happens after she is home? Will she still marry me?”

“Yes.”

Nodding his head, Zechariah turned and walked away, contemplating of his future, of his responsibilities to his coven, and how he was to be married to the daughter of Sol. The marriage was arranged as such. Zechariah wasn’t sure if he still wanted to marry. He wanted to live life, explore it, love it, and then give it up to the woman of his heart. Zechariah thought that of how life could be will the most powerful woman as a husband, and then, maybe, even father to the children of that woman.

Will I love her? Will she love me? Will our marriage be a success like that of my father, and like that of Master Sol? I only want to please my father and Master Sol, but what if I can never love Adelaide? Want if I don’t make her happy? What if our families begin another war? Our marriage would have been a failure. What if there’s a child in between? How can I cause harm to a child? That of my blood. That of my soul. That of my body. That of my heart. I would never hurt a child. I could never be as cruel as to do that to an innocent child, stuck in between a war, that of its mother and father.

Arriving at the chamber where different forms of travel for every single world could be found, Zechariah stopped to chat to the ogre who took care of the unmagical world where there was no magic besides that of the Order’s offspring. “Hey Grek!”

“Master Zack! Welcome!” thundered the ogre as he lumbered over to where Zechariah stood. “What can I do for you? You usually never come around here anymore. What happened?”

“Let’s just say that I moved up to master rank and work has literally taken up my whole time. Sorry I never told you.”

“Ah! Never worry! Anyways, what do you need? You know I have all sorts of unmagical transportation.”

“I need a car. Make sure though that it would fit 2007 in the human offspring realm.”

“Ah! Yes! I have a perfect one! New forms come from there all the time now! Come! I show you!” Grek led the way to the far side of the chamber past other apprentices, masters, and guards, and pedestrians.

You tend to have them as servants or they are civilians in this dimension. This was where all Order members would come back after missions and such. It grew so much that a whole world had to be made. As such, many were just no ones without magic, though there was other uses for them, such as scribes, or transportation cleaners, or even memory erasers in case the secret of the Order was known and evil was brought in.

“Here! In the human realm, this is the latest model. It called a Porsche. You can borrow this free! I have many that I don’t need this one, even though it latest model and has new gadgets. You my friend. That’s why I give this free to use while there.”

“Ahh! Thanks a bunch! Do you know when the next portal opens to Chicago, Illinois, 2007?”

“Sure! In half hour. That why you must go now! Shoo!”

“Does this have an energy cell and a backup all charged?”

“Yess! Now gooo!”

“Thank you my friend!” With that Zechariah jumped in the vehicle and sped of to the nearest portal to Chicago, Illinois.