Author: FreeSpiritSeeker PM
Thrust from her own world into one of Magic, Asya is kidnapped by the dark and handsome Lord Nightsong. But what she finds is that all the fairy tales might be wrong and she may be the only one who can save the world of magic.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Romance - Chapters: 31 - Words: 25,598 - Reviews: 93 - Favs: 32 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 03-09-11 - Published: 02-14-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2635674
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"Come on, just five more minutes!" I mumbled at the clock that continued to shriek at me. I turned over and slammed my hand on the snooze button. I sighed at the instant silence. "Thank you, God." I said, and buried my head under the pillow and pulled the bright turquoise blue sheet and blanket overtop all. They were twisted halfway around my body from all the tossing and turning I'd done the night before.
All too soon the clock began to beep again. I sighed and popped my head out from under the blanket and pillows. I inhaled deeply, the cool air waking me up slightly by itself. I shut off the alarm, knowing that if I let myself hit the snooze button and go back to sleep, I'd be late for class. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the sight of pale sunlight glancing off a slightly twirling prism. Rainbows played on every available surface, making me smile.
Sounds of early-morning traffic and people readying for work and school filtered in from the open window, and the music of Gwen Stefani played low on the cd-player. The ceiling fan swung around slow and steady, each revolution ending with a small, almost inaudible squeak.
With one last longing look at the bed, I climbed out of it. I began stripping off my "ANGEL" sleepshirt that came almost to my knees and my underwear as well, kicking them out of my way. I climbed into the shower in the adjoining bathroom. The spray was as heavy as it would go and the water was near scalding. I scrubbed my body with my favorite lavender scented body wash, and washed my hair. Then I simply stood there, back to the spray, allowing the water to pound over my body, taking away the soreness of another restless night.
I stepped out of the shower and rubbed myself dry with an almost threadbare ivory-colored bath towel. "Reminder to me: Must get new towels." I told myself. I returned to my room and cranked the cd player, singing along as I pulled on clean underwear and a matching bra, both in a lovely lilac color. I yanked an almost-matching colored blouse, and buttoned it all the way to the throat with tiny mother-of-pearl buttons. Dark, brand-new blue jeans, socks and a pair of comfortable tennis shoes finished my outfit. Since it was still cool out, I put my jacket on, but didn't zip it. I put on very light makeup and lip gloss and felt like I was ready for the day.
For the finishing touch, I placed small gold hoops in my ears and placed a very special ring on the middle finger of my right hand. It was a man's ring, my father's ring. A large circle of platinum with a thumb-print sized square opal as the center stone, flanked on either side by triangular shaped blue-white diamonds which faced away from the opal. I rubbed my left thumb over the opal, always amazed at the fire contained within it. Sometimes it almost seemed to glow, the fire inside looked so intense.
It had been my father's...a man I didn't know, who I'd never known, but was still a part of me. Even if this was the only thing I had to remember him by, it was something rather than Mom had once told me that I'd also inherited his eyes, which I suppose could be true, but Mom had green eyes the same color of mine, so I couldn't be sure of that.
I looked into the mirror and grimaced at my still-wet hair. I slicked it back into a simple ponytail, the best I could do with it when it was wet. I wondered if I had inherited my father's hair as well. Mom had dyed her hair so often I wasn't sure even I knew what color it naturally was, and it was currently styled in a very short pixie cut, so I didn't know if the mass of dark curls I had were inherited from her or him. I grabbed my messenger-style bag and headed downstairs.
Mom sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee. She looked up at me from her newspaper and smiled, her eyes still bleary from too little sleep and too much alcohol. "Morning, baby." She said to me. Her voice was gritty and low, her throat was probably sore from singing at the club the night before. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and lit one, taking a long drag before clamping it between fingers permanently stained yellow with nails that were an inch long and painted candy-pink. Her pink-tipped blonde hair was slightly mussed from the few hours' sleep she'd gotten.
I grabbed a small bottle of water from the fridge as well as an orange. "Morning, Mom. How'd it go last night?" I asked, while peeling my orange carefully. I began sectioning it apart while listening to my answer.
"Last night went great! Full house and full tip jar. Murray was really hitting the high notes. Jim and Squirrel did terrific of course."
"Wow, that's great mom!" I said, happy for her. I looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall. "Oh no! I've gotta go, I'm gonna be late!" I grabbed my bag and my water and tossed the last section of my orange into my mouth. I kissed mom on the cheek. "Bye mom!" I yelled back at her.
"Bye, Asya!" I heard her yell back, but I was almost out of hearing range. I climbed into the driver's seat of my mom's Jeep Cherokee and started the engine. A loud clunking sound made me cringe. Just what we needed, for it to fall apart on us. We'd just gotten it fixed a few weeks before. I slowly backed out of the driveway and pulled into the correct lane. After ten minutes, traffic cleared and I had a free and open drive. I stopped to pick up my best friend Tanya.
I noticed heavy black clouds forming as I pulled into her driveway. I got out of the car and yelled up at her open window. "Come on, woman, put a move on it!"
"I'm coming!" She leaned out the window and yelled back at me. She was still in her purple and orange bra.
"Ok, but hurry!" I shouted, leaning against the car. I began to hum to myself and daydream about the hottest guy in our class, Jackson Mitzon, while waiting for Tanya, not even thinking about the coming storm. I'd never been afraid of storms in my life. I was like every other person, I was invincible. Or so I thought.
I heard a scream and looked up just in time to see an amazing blue-white light come crashing down around me. I could feel my hair raise from neck and felt pain shoot through me, coursing through my veins with my blood. The world began to go hazy around me, colors faded and only shades of grey remained. I continued to hear screams, not knowing that they came from my own throat.
Then I lost consciousness, submerging myself into darkness and silence.