A/N:  Right.  This was just something random that I came up with while at work today; though some of it is based on a true life event.  It's somewhat of a supernatural/spiritual type of essay almost.  Hard to describe.  Anyway, enjoy, guys!!  And I promise I'll update my regular stories soon.  ^-^

DISCLAIMER:  This story, and all of it's characters mentioned belong to me.  Some are based on people of real life as well.  The only things I do not own, however, are store names, brand names, and so on.  Things in existence today.  Thank-you.  ^-^

~*~…"Happiness lies in your own hand
It took me much too long to understand
How it could be
Until you shared your secret with me

Mmm mmm
Something's comin' over, mmm mmm
Something's comin' over, mmm mmm
Something's comin' over me
My baby's got a secret…"

~Madonna ~*~

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I didn't want to come back.  I mean, three days of kicking back; shopping; and just doing as I wanted was great.  But of course, all good things come to an end eventually. 

I normally wouldn't have minded returning to Shaw's; but today was a day I always dreaded.  I'd walk up, and see my name written down on the week's schedule, and see the word I hated:  Carryout.

Sometimes I'd try to tell myself that there would be a miracle, and they'd tell me I'd be able to bag groceries; rather than bring in the carts that they went out inside the long corridor in the jet-way outside of the store; but ninety-nine percent of the time, it would only happen in my own imagination.

Did I ever mention to you all how much I hate carryout?  Goddess, ever since I got this job; I never really realized just how tough it is working behind the scenes.  Especially if you're a little weak girl such as I.  But oh well.  That's an entirely different story. 

Right now I gotta figure out how to get this stupid vest on.  Gah, I quit!  No wait, I have it.  There.  Finally.  Damn, I look like crap in bright orange.  I like the color; but wearing it like I am now wouldn't get me into winning "Latest Fashion of the Year" award or anything. 

But, when I arrived here to help out my friend; I knew the risks, and everything there is to for being what I am.

Oh, bloody hell.  It's raining.  Lovely.  Ok, Sori; calm down.  It's ok.  Just a little rainstorm.  Yeah.  Just a little rainstorm indeed.  Dude, it's a torrential downpour out there!  Not to mention, I don't care how many pairs of gloves you put on; and how tightly you secure your jacket and raingear- the water still has it's way of soaking you. 

I swear, does the element hate me or something?  Seriously- how do the people that live in the tropics handle it?  All the showers and hurricanes out there? 

But oh well.  It's only for four hours.  And hey, since I'll be not of much fun with having to work; I can talk to you all and pass some time.  Plus, I'm sure you're wondering about me and everything.

Well, let's start with the basics.  My name is Sori Mystique; and I hold a secret.  Not just any secret, but one so great- that if it were to get out to the wrong person; it could destroy many souls.  What is my secret, you ask?  Well, that all depends. 

Could you handle carrying this mystery for eternity?  Could you die with this secret?  Could you live with having to hold everything deep down inside of your soul?  Would you fail?  Would you succeed?  But most of all:  Could you truthfully live with it all?

I have no idea.  But again, life is full of mystery.  Heh.  In fact, that's where I got my last name from. 

You see, I'm not like you mortal humans.  In fact, I don't think you would even call me human.  Nor mortal for that matter.  The truth is; I don't even remember what I am, or where I came from.

This all started when I was found by the ocean by a couple that were passing by off the coast of New Hampshire; and took me in as their own.  For so long, they did not know of what this little four year old girl's roots; or even what she was considered to be.

I mean, could you imagine never knowing your place or where you came from?  Never know if you have parents that are still living, or who you even are for that matter?  I can.  I live with that case everyday.  Welcome to my universe, readers.

See, I wasn't like most children.  When I'd see my school mates rush up to their parents in joy of something that they had made, or accomplished at school; I was off in the far corner; sobbing and asking myself why I was so different from them.  Why I was shun away as being a 'freak,' and why so many had not accepted me out of fear.

I was an outcast.  And I never had understood why. 

By the time I hit third grade; I discovered that I had possessed some unique magic powers.  My first encounter was simple.  One day I had been sitting outside, wishing and pleading for a way to cool off; as it was the middle of July, and almost 85 degrees.  Well, I was just imagining this all in my head; and out of nowhere raised a sprinkler.  Just like that.  That's when I knew that I was something of mystery.

My adopted parents always called me special; because I was daring to be my own woman, and unlike the others in this world.  They never forced me to carry their last name. Instead, they came up with my own:  Mystique.  Because I was their mystic daughter; and they found it fitting.  I of course, agreed. 

I myself had always held the name Sori with me.  I don't understand why to this day; but it's just something I was always asking to be called as little; and my parents just up and made it my legal name one day.  It's strange, really.  I guess it's just something that's somehow always been apart of me.

Later, I found out that it's meaning has something to do with spores on a fern.  So I guess I'm named after a plant.  Great.  But I didn't care.  I liked my name, unlike so many others to their own; and the knowledge of it's meaning didn't matter to me.  Not anymore anyway.

Well, my life was going great, until one day when this random group of girls busted in and literally ransacked our house out of nowhere one late evening.  They trashed the place, and took off with my book of magic and how to create spells, as I had learned to do. 

My parents fought to hold them back, and to stop them- but the group of devious ladies were too much for them.  And being only ten at the time; I really didn't know what to do to fight back and put an end to them.

Broken and alone; I was sent away from my beloved mountain-side home, and drug off to a local shelter for young women.  It was there that I met my life-long friend, and trusted companion:  Roxy; Mistress of Disguise; expert in white magic, and ancient crafts; and well-respected protector. 

Together, the two of us are unstoppable in the jobs that we do; and no one has ever stopped us from accomplishing our goals in our lives.  You see, Roxy was apart of a gang back from out west; but she soon gave up that life to start anew; even though the leader had begged her to stay with them; she refused.  It wasn't a very safe gang to be involved in anyway.

So now what do we do?  Well, that's our secret.  Perhaps someday you all will find out; but for now, it remains hidden deep within our hearts- trusting only those that we see goodness and light within. 

We all have something we keep hidden deep, down inside.  Something that we do not tell even the closest of friends.  And with my own secret, and some rules that I must follow while being here in what I do outside of a store; I cannot love.  Because if I were to go- then things here would crumble to the ground.  The freedom that most have, I do not. 

I suppose someone who knew of how to break this curse could release me someday; and maybe I could love them without having to worry about things; but for now, it is only a hope or ray of light that I can hold on to, and wish for to happen.

I have a secret.  A deep; and darkening secret.  We all have something we wished we could get out; to help others understand us a little more.  And someday; I'd be more than happy to share it with all of you.  But still, the question remains:  Could you handle it?

~And yep, this was something that was swimming around in my head.  Sorry if I confused anyone with this.  What was the secret?  Well, I can't tell ya.  ^-^ It wasn't going to be revealed anyway, because that would defeat the mood of the story that I was trying to create.  A darker mood than what I write most of the time.  ^^ So yeah- mystic and such.  And yes, the name Mystique is where I got my new penname from.  Or so the first half of it.  ^^ Just to clear things up.  ^^ Anyways, please be sure to review me, and I shall update my other stories here soon!  Ja ne, everyone!!  And sweet dreams tonight!! ^_^