A/N: Too many people both on ff.net and within my circle of off line readers have complained that my stories are too dark. Well, I like writing more actiony like stories, or at least ones that keep me occupied. So, for all you people that agree that my stories are too violent (or whatever), here's a story just for you..It' one of those "Once upon a time" and "They lived happily ever after" type stories. It's happy. and cheerful.. And cute. I hope. So, please let me know what you think so I can right more because I think I'm going to have fun with this story.. Okay, so..here it goes...

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"Did it ever occur to you that I don't want to be a witch? I mean, you've always told me that I had the 'gift', as you seem to call it, but did you ever stop to think that I don't want it? Okay, fine, I can levitate things. Okay, I can cast spells. Yeah, I am pretty good, but that doesn't mean that I want to go to Portland Oregon to refine it! I start my senior year in one week, that's it. I'm going to graduate with my friends and then go start a life for myself." Amaya stood up and ran her hands through her hair.

"Sweety, your mother and I just don't think Detroit is the place for a maturing witch."

"I don't care, I'm not leaving!"

""Don't raise your voice with us, young lady."

Amaya wanted to throw a temper-tantrum. This wasn't fair, this was her senior year and it wasn't like she was going to college or anything. Storming off to her room, she began to pack her bags. Within the hour she had packed two duffel bags full of clothes and another full of her personal items. Looking around her room, it was empty of all things that proved she had lived there. With a solemn promise to herself, she vowed she would never step in this room again.

The next few days went by slowly until her parents finally took her to the train station.

"Here's your ticket, Sweety," her dad said as he gave her a packet. "We'll come visit once you are settled." He gave her a hug, in which she didn't respond, and took a step back.

Her mother cried and waved as she climbed into the train car.

Amaya didn't look back as she found her seat and the train began to move. She would have noticed the scenery changing if it wasn't for the fact that her mind was still fuming. What right did her parents have to send her away like this? She didn't want to touch up her skills and learn new ones. She had been given the Masters Book of Spells and Potions I and II when she had turned sixteen, over the passed two years she'd learned just about everything she'd ever wanted need. If it didn't then she knew a few places she could find what she desired.

Amaya zoned out quickly, listening to her CD player and watching the mountains go by. Over the next couple hours she'd get people that would sit next to her and they might have a short talk, but then they'd get off and she'd be all by herself again. Actually, she didn't mind. She liked being by herself. She was one of those people who knew what they wanted and did whatever they wanted because of it. She was also fiercely independent. Her mom had started working when Amaya had turned nine and she had been making her own lunches and most dinners at that time, too. She never had a reason to keep her parents around. They didn't further her any. She had bought all her clothes or made them. She had gotten a job when she was fourteen and had been saving ever since. Most kids laughed when she told them that she was saving up for a house instead of a car or for college, but she knew that for the lifestyle that she had planned for herself a house would come in handy. So far she had saved up seventeen thousands dollars. Next year, she'd buy that small little house and from there she'd live happily, all by herself, until she felt compelled to move again.

A grin touched her face as she thought of her cozy house with a dog and her paintings. She would have some friends like she did now, but they would be few, yet close, and that would be all she needed. Eventually she'd probably get herself a husband and she'd play the obedient wife because she had more traditional ideas in that respect. She would stay home and raise kids while her husband, that she'd have to be in love with or the idea of marriage was out of the picture, went out and worked.

Okay, so maybe she was a little young to be thinking about such things, but all she had ever wanted to live was a simple life and be happy. Being a witch didn't really fit in the plans, but she'd deal with it. At eighteen, she had accomplished what she wanted in life and she'd continue leading her life as she pleased just like she'd done for the past nine years.

Amaya had just gotten through resigning to the fact that she was going to Portland when her heart stopped. The train was pulling into a train station and she saw her whole life before her. This was the most beautiful place she had ever seen: a small town nestled in the valley of multiple mountains with a serene, local quality. Hurrying, she got off the train in Lily's Corner, Montana.