Saturday, February 7, 2009
Sorry I haven't been posting much, I actually have to blogs, one on WordPress as well. I mostly use that one. Although, nobody really views my blog, so what do I care.... Who reads about some ten year old with divorced parents? Who cares? My blog certainly won't ever be as popular as, say, Amanda Baggs's...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
That story... When You Sleep
When You Sleep
Charlotte W
Isabel didn’t really understand where she had been in the dream. It was a dark place, pitch black, but everyone she had seen was bathed in light, even her. It was not the kind of light that blinded her, nor did it make her feel uncomfortable. It was a warm, sort of liquid light that comforted her, like honey. Everyone around her had been in cloaks, with hoods that kept her from seeing their faces. There were four of them, including Isabel. They were all arranged together in a circle. They looked as if they were waiting for something, and it ruled over them. But they didn’t seem afraid, quite the contrary. They were waiting to be in its presence. It would be an honor.
Then suddenly it appeared in the middle of the circle, and she was stunned. The dream ended abruptly, and she woke with tears trickling down her cheeks. But she was genuinely calm. The dream didn’t drift away like the others had. These dreams I’ve been having, she realized. They’re all the same.
The dream stayed with her all day, and she didn’t dare think about telling even her best friend Charlotte, even though they could always tell each other anything and somehow end up laughing. Usually. No, Isabel would have to keep this to herself. She had to figure out what it meant.
Charlotte was really an easy-going person. That was the one thing they didn’t share. Isabel was more of a detective. If something went wrong, she could not rest until she had found the cause and fixed it. But her best friend was fine as long as it didn’t involve her, even though she sometimes listened to Isabel’s ranting. She never noticed it, and that was perfectly fine as long as Isabel was concerned.
But Charlotte could tell that something was wrong. She asked about it once or twice, but she knew how her pal could be. She was still suspicious of course, and made some weird assumptions of her own--too weird to explain. Isabel knew she was suspicious, and she tried not to let it bother her and just act normal. It was hard. It was really the first secret she had tried keeping from Charlotte. She trusted no one more. Not even her own parents.
Isabel’s parents were having trouble. They were divorced, and couldn’t seem to work anything out. They couldn’t choose who would pay for what, or who would get their daughter on what day. It was really a problem, and for this reason Isabel and her parents were very solemn around each other.
Charlotte’s parents were together. They didn’t have that many problems. (Part of the reason why she’s so cheery.)
But now Isabel didn’t know where to start. How can you find out why you dream what you dream? She wondered. It was a good question. She came to the conclusion that there was no possible way to find out. She was already on her way back to her mom’s house.
“Eeeeeeeekk!!!”
The people from her dream were attacking her! They were trying to get her to do something, she could tell, but she didn’t know what! What were they whispering...
“Come…come…come with us…”
“No! No, I don’t want to!” she insisted. “Aaaahh!!! Someone help me, please!”
“There is no need, milady!” It was a kind voice, now. Isabel looked up. There was a handsome man, almost beautiful, in armor. He had a kind face, also, with thick blonde brows and a long beard. He was laughing. She didn’t know why, but all Isabel’s fear and confusion was gone. She looked around. She was in her dream now, she was sure of it. She noticed her captors backing away and kneeling down before her and the kind man, but she didn’t take it in.
The man leaned over and hugged her. She squirmed and writhed. Despite his appearance, she got free quite easily. Isabel looked away and hugged herself. She wasn’t wrapped in a golden light like she had been in her dream.
The man looked so confused, he might as well have had a question mark floating over his head in midair. “Isabella…?”
One of the cloaked people rose and lowered his hood. “Forgive me,” he said, bowing briefly. “For not telling you.” He seemed to be waiting for his permission to go on.
“Get on with it, Cornelius. Finish.”
“Isabella’s memories are hidden. We don’t know where they are.”
Isabel was starting to get frustrated. “Excuse me?! I’m Isabel, where are we, how did we get here, who the heck are you, and why did you attack me?!”
The man (who hugged Isabel) seemed stunned. He looked speechless. However, he did manage to speak. “Lillian, Millicent. Rise. Tell me the meaning of this.”
The other two arose and lowered their hoods. Lillian spoke first.
“Sir Tristan, we believe her memories may be locked in a dear treasure of hers, or perhaps if we show her—“
Isabel had calmed down, but she could not wait any longer. She interrupted Lillian. “Ahem. Pardon me. Would you please explain to me what is going on? I have all my memories. And tell me what you mean by ‘locked.’” She paused for a second, deciding whether or not to tell them. This time she spoke quietly. “Last night I dreamt I was here. Tell me if I’m asleep or not.”
Tristan smiled mildly. “Well, at least you got the message. That dream last night was supposed to awaken your past memories. If it didn’t—well, I guess that means they’re somewhere else.”
Millicent interrupted. “My goodness! You must be so tired. It’s almost sundown. You might want to have a rest, hm? I’ll escort you to your room. I’ll also tell you more…” She took her deeper into the darkness and started to glow like she had in the dream. Isabel took it into consideration and decided to ask about it when they got to her room—wherever that was.
As they were walking, there was suddenly a room in the darkness, like a box with a door, except the size of a room. Isabel wondered how anyone knew where anything was, but surprisingly, it didn’t bother her that much at the moment.
“Here we are.” Millicent was stating the obvious. They walked in together, and Isabel showed no dissatisfaction about that because Millicent had said she would explain everything.
When they walked in, Isabel gasped. The tapestries were moving. They were showing her, in a cloak like the others. She was in the circle, like her dream. But this time, the light was very powerful, like a part of her. Like the power was hers.
Millicent was smiling, looking from the tapestry to her face, back and forth. She looked thrilled with Isabel’s reaction. “That’s you, and us. Time Controllers.”
Isabel had her memories back, and she didn’t wince any more when the people in the darkness called her Isabella. They were released when she had seen the tapestry. She knew where all the rooms were. She knew what everyone was talking about.
When tested by Sir Tristan to see if any of her memories were missing, she did perfectly. She’d answered with wonderful certainty and confidence. “We Time Controllers are selected from the human world to come to this place. We are given powers to make sure that nobody but us can travel through time, for if they could it would lead to corruption. When there is a problem in the time stream, such as if time keeps repeating itself, we fix it. You have called upon us, Tristan, because someone is trying to jump through time. Someone not from the human world.” She had summed it up magnificently.
“Now,” Tristan said, “We just need Charlotte.”
Isabel was quite surprised. “What do you mean? Charlotte’s involved in this?! She wasn’t in my dream!”
Tristan’s eyes brightened. “That must be why you didn’t receive your memories right away when you saw the dream! We must have made a mistake when sending it to you. If Charlotte wasn’t in the dream, then it wasn’t complete, therefore you didn’t get the memories.”
That confused Lillian. She started mumbling to herself and spacing out. “What could I have done wrong…?”
“That makes sense...” Isabel said, “ But then why didn’t she tell me about it herself?”
Tristan was looking behind her now, almost as if someone was there. “I believe, Isabella, that she can tell you the answer to that question herself.”
Isabel looked over her shoulder, and there was Charlotte. Her hair was all messed up as though she had been riding a motorcycle against the wind. Her expression to see her friend was utter glee, and she had a small bag of her prized possessions clutched in her sweaty hand. “Hi Isabella.”
Having heard her best friend, her trusted friend, her friend that she considered a part of her being, call her Isabella, she realized that she had begun to think of herself as Isabella. It was a big transition, and yet it had seemed to zoom past her. She couldn’t even begin to think of it as something she would think twice about. It wasn’t even strange to her that she didn’t resist the clutches of this new world, something she had only experienced in distant dreamy memories, and she didn’t even think of the place she had left.
“Hello Charlotte.” They couldn’t think of anything to say so they just sat there awkwardly, with nothing to say and everyone else staring at them, until Isabella ran to her room, expecting Charlotte to follow her. She knew it was expected of her, so she ran too.
When they reached Isabella’s room, they were both breathless. It took a while for either of them to be able to speak. When they were, they still didn’t have anything to say to each other.
Isabella waited until she knew that what she was going to say would not be dismissed, and then she opened her mouth to speak. But what came out was not what either of them expected.
It was something like a pink snake, but it was insubstantial. It seemed like air, and it flowed out of her eyes and mouth with a furious pulsing glow. Charlotte, in the back of her mind, thought it was beautiful. But she never really knew that, because her brain was taking a totally different path. What was this, why was it there, and who was responsible?
And then she knew her best friend was losing her memories again.
When the snake-like thing seemed to reach its end, Isabella collapsed to the bed. Her eyes were closed. Charlotte got up calmly from the chair where she had been sitting and checked her pulse. She seemed to be sleeping. Or she could be in a magical coma. Charlotte didn’t know how to tell.
She knew what to do in cases like this, but what would she tell Tristan? What if Isabella didn’t wake up?
She didn’t have time to think about that because right now Sir Tristan was bursting through the door, sword in hand. Charlotte was relieved when she remembered that she wouldn’t have to tell him because of the Crystal Flasks.
Millicent, Lillian, and Cornelius followed in. Millicent spoke first.
“Isabella’s Crystal Flask has shattered. Where are her memories?” But when she saw the state Isabella was in, her mouth snapped shut.
Tristan put his sword back in its sheath.
Millicent was now working on healing her. She seemed to be immune to the shock and awe, probably because of her natural cheer.
In her mind Millicent was thinking that the weight of everything would be on her shoulders for a while, because everyone else was too distressed to do anything productive.
Cornelius turned to Tristan. “Why?”
The knight shook himself from his shock a little bit and turned to him. He was still looking at Isabella. “I don’t know…”
Millicent did. “Her memories have been drawn from her too abusively. I can’t help her.” But everyone knew she had the most healing power among the six, so she tried again.
“I have enhanced her ability to heal herself. She will need to rest awhile.”
Everyone left the room except Charlotte. She moved and sat on the bed next to Isabella and held her hand. Lillian had moved her so her head was on the pillow. She looked more peaceful; less disturbed. An alarm started beeping, and she shot up in bed. Then her eyes started closing slowly, and she plopped back down.
Charlotte wondered what the alarm meant. She got up quickly and left the room. There were rivers going down her cheeks and she didn’t notice. She walked to their meeting place that she and Isabella had run from. Everyone was crowded together in conversation.
Lillian looked up. “Someone is attempting to travel through time again.”
At that moment something started floating down towards them. It was pink, and it swirled gently. It was just like the snake, except gentler. It seemed almost happy, as though it were coming back home. Everyone knew what it was. Tristan started running to his room to get one of the Crystal Flasks, and Charlotte and everyone else ran to see Isabella. Obviously she had woken up without any of her memories of how to get around, or anything about this place. She wouldn’t even remember that she had seen Charlotte, or anything that happened after she got her memories. She wouldn’t even know she was Isabella—she’d be Isabel.
When Isabel woke up, Millicent wasn’t there anymore. Instead there was a beast—a dragon. It looked satisfied with itself, until it saw her. Then it looked respectful. It bowed down low (dragons can do that?) and when it rose, it smirked. “Milady, I have successfully traveled through time.” It paused, as though waiting for some sort of congratulation. When it didn’t get one, it stopped smiling. “And who might you be?”
Isabel was too stunned to say more than one word, and she almost couldn’t say that. “I-Isabel.”
It seemed thrilled to hear that. “You mean Isabella, the strongest Time Controller?”
She had gathered her senses a little bit more. “No, no. You misheard. I’m Isabel.”
The dragon seemed satisfied. “Really.” It walked away from her and into the darkness; a second later she heard startled screams. She wasn’t scared anymore when she recognized Charlotte’s, and curiosity overcame her. She got up and bravely walked over to the door and peeked out. Isabel saw her friend lying on the floor, backing away from the dragon, too shocked to speak. She saw the people from her dream too. And she saw that beast walking into the darkness. She didn’t know what his plan was, but she wanted to help Charlotte. That was all she could feel at that moment—a pure need to help her best friend in the world.
Tristan raced towards his room. He never let anyone in there. It was because he was afraid.
Tristan was just your ordinary knight in medieval times, until an inexperienced witch cast a spell on him. She, of course, got it totally wrong and turned him into an immortal even though someone who had been a witch only a year would usually never be able to handle that kind of magic.
He had been fighting a dragon named Murdoch when it told him it would, some day, be able to control time to his advantage. Tristan managed to get away, but after almost one hundred years (remember, dragons are immortal), he found a way to stop him. A kindhearted witch whom he had fallen in love with helped him by showing him a different world. They moved in, and she taught him how to use magic. They carefully chose five humans from the Mortal World to stop anyone from creating a problem in time. The witch sealed the safety of their memories in five Crystal Flasks, and with their help, time was safe.
…Until now. The dragon's magic was incredibly powerful. He had been able to go that far forward in time! He was obviously on his way to the Crystal Flasks to break them. Without Isabel, Charlotte, Millicent, Lillian, and Cornelius, time was doomed.
So Tristan just hoped he could get there before Murdoch.
“Gah!!” Murdoch shouted as he fell to the floor.
Isabel gazed at her open palms, as shocked as he was. What? She thought. I did that?? Some sort of laser beam or something just shot out of my hands… Charlotte, Lillian, and Millicent looked on happily. Cornelius thought, Even though her memories are gone, I guess her powers aren’t.
He was definitely right. Isabel was the only one of them who could use offensive magic. Millicent’s specialty was healing, Charlotte’s teleportation/clairvoyance, Lillian’s protection, and Cornelius’ was finding information.
But Isabel fainted on the spot. Lillian stood up and created a bubble around them, in case Murdoch tried getting revenge. But Isabel’s attack had really taken a toll on him. He wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon.
Charlotte teleported everyone to where Tristan was. Then he told Lillian to let him in the bubble. Then she told him how Isabel had stopped Murdoch, not to worry, and that everything was fine.
“…But it won’t be long before he gets up, so we need you to help.” She teleported them all back, and Tristan banished Murdoch to a holding dimension to be given his sentence.
That was when Isabel woke up, and her eyelashes fluttered. “What happened…?”
It was very hard to explain, so they just didn’t. Charlotte walked her back to her bedroom to rest and think. After that, she was called back to their meeting place.
There was a hole in the middle of the floor, kind of like a portal. Everyone jumped in, and Isabel found herself wanting to, also. Just as she jumped down, she wondered where it went.
Epilogue
When Isabel dived down the tunnel, she was greeted by darkness, and there wasn’t any support beneath her feet. She just kept falling, until finally, she was lying down on the sidewalk.
“What a strange dream. I must have fainted.” She continued on her way home.
THE END
Charlotte W
Isabel didn’t really understand where she had been in the dream. It was a dark place, pitch black, but everyone she had seen was bathed in light, even her. It was not the kind of light that blinded her, nor did it make her feel uncomfortable. It was a warm, sort of liquid light that comforted her, like honey. Everyone around her had been in cloaks, with hoods that kept her from seeing their faces. There were four of them, including Isabel. They were all arranged together in a circle. They looked as if they were waiting for something, and it ruled over them. But they didn’t seem afraid, quite the contrary. They were waiting to be in its presence. It would be an honor.
Then suddenly it appeared in the middle of the circle, and she was stunned. The dream ended abruptly, and she woke with tears trickling down her cheeks. But she was genuinely calm. The dream didn’t drift away like the others had. These dreams I’ve been having, she realized. They’re all the same.
The dream stayed with her all day, and she didn’t dare think about telling even her best friend Charlotte, even though they could always tell each other anything and somehow end up laughing. Usually. No, Isabel would have to keep this to herself. She had to figure out what it meant.
Charlotte was really an easy-going person. That was the one thing they didn’t share. Isabel was more of a detective. If something went wrong, she could not rest until she had found the cause and fixed it. But her best friend was fine as long as it didn’t involve her, even though she sometimes listened to Isabel’s ranting. She never noticed it, and that was perfectly fine as long as Isabel was concerned.
But Charlotte could tell that something was wrong. She asked about it once or twice, but she knew how her pal could be. She was still suspicious of course, and made some weird assumptions of her own--too weird to explain. Isabel knew she was suspicious, and she tried not to let it bother her and just act normal. It was hard. It was really the first secret she had tried keeping from Charlotte. She trusted no one more. Not even her own parents.
Isabel’s parents were having trouble. They were divorced, and couldn’t seem to work anything out. They couldn’t choose who would pay for what, or who would get their daughter on what day. It was really a problem, and for this reason Isabel and her parents were very solemn around each other.
Charlotte’s parents were together. They didn’t have that many problems. (Part of the reason why she’s so cheery.)
But now Isabel didn’t know where to start. How can you find out why you dream what you dream? She wondered. It was a good question. She came to the conclusion that there was no possible way to find out. She was already on her way back to her mom’s house.
“Eeeeeeeekk!!!”
The people from her dream were attacking her! They were trying to get her to do something, she could tell, but she didn’t know what! What were they whispering...
“Come…come…come with us…”
“No! No, I don’t want to!” she insisted. “Aaaahh!!! Someone help me, please!”
“There is no need, milady!” It was a kind voice, now. Isabel looked up. There was a handsome man, almost beautiful, in armor. He had a kind face, also, with thick blonde brows and a long beard. He was laughing. She didn’t know why, but all Isabel’s fear and confusion was gone. She looked around. She was in her dream now, she was sure of it. She noticed her captors backing away and kneeling down before her and the kind man, but she didn’t take it in.
The man leaned over and hugged her. She squirmed and writhed. Despite his appearance, she got free quite easily. Isabel looked away and hugged herself. She wasn’t wrapped in a golden light like she had been in her dream.
The man looked so confused, he might as well have had a question mark floating over his head in midair. “Isabella…?”
One of the cloaked people rose and lowered his hood. “Forgive me,” he said, bowing briefly. “For not telling you.” He seemed to be waiting for his permission to go on.
“Get on with it, Cornelius. Finish.”
“Isabella’s memories are hidden. We don’t know where they are.”
Isabel was starting to get frustrated. “Excuse me?! I’m Isabel, where are we, how did we get here, who the heck are you, and why did you attack me?!”
The man (who hugged Isabel) seemed stunned. He looked speechless. However, he did manage to speak. “Lillian, Millicent. Rise. Tell me the meaning of this.”
The other two arose and lowered their hoods. Lillian spoke first.
“Sir Tristan, we believe her memories may be locked in a dear treasure of hers, or perhaps if we show her—“
Isabel had calmed down, but she could not wait any longer. She interrupted Lillian. “Ahem. Pardon me. Would you please explain to me what is going on? I have all my memories. And tell me what you mean by ‘locked.’” She paused for a second, deciding whether or not to tell them. This time she spoke quietly. “Last night I dreamt I was here. Tell me if I’m asleep or not.”
Tristan smiled mildly. “Well, at least you got the message. That dream last night was supposed to awaken your past memories. If it didn’t—well, I guess that means they’re somewhere else.”
Millicent interrupted. “My goodness! You must be so tired. It’s almost sundown. You might want to have a rest, hm? I’ll escort you to your room. I’ll also tell you more…” She took her deeper into the darkness and started to glow like she had in the dream. Isabel took it into consideration and decided to ask about it when they got to her room—wherever that was.
As they were walking, there was suddenly a room in the darkness, like a box with a door, except the size of a room. Isabel wondered how anyone knew where anything was, but surprisingly, it didn’t bother her that much at the moment.
“Here we are.” Millicent was stating the obvious. They walked in together, and Isabel showed no dissatisfaction about that because Millicent had said she would explain everything.
When they walked in, Isabel gasped. The tapestries were moving. They were showing her, in a cloak like the others. She was in the circle, like her dream. But this time, the light was very powerful, like a part of her. Like the power was hers.
Millicent was smiling, looking from the tapestry to her face, back and forth. She looked thrilled with Isabel’s reaction. “That’s you, and us. Time Controllers.”
Isabel had her memories back, and she didn’t wince any more when the people in the darkness called her Isabella. They were released when she had seen the tapestry. She knew where all the rooms were. She knew what everyone was talking about.
When tested by Sir Tristan to see if any of her memories were missing, she did perfectly. She’d answered with wonderful certainty and confidence. “We Time Controllers are selected from the human world to come to this place. We are given powers to make sure that nobody but us can travel through time, for if they could it would lead to corruption. When there is a problem in the time stream, such as if time keeps repeating itself, we fix it. You have called upon us, Tristan, because someone is trying to jump through time. Someone not from the human world.” She had summed it up magnificently.
“Now,” Tristan said, “We just need Charlotte.”
Isabel was quite surprised. “What do you mean? Charlotte’s involved in this?! She wasn’t in my dream!”
Tristan’s eyes brightened. “That must be why you didn’t receive your memories right away when you saw the dream! We must have made a mistake when sending it to you. If Charlotte wasn’t in the dream, then it wasn’t complete, therefore you didn’t get the memories.”
That confused Lillian. She started mumbling to herself and spacing out. “What could I have done wrong…?”
“That makes sense...” Isabel said, “ But then why didn’t she tell me about it herself?”
Tristan was looking behind her now, almost as if someone was there. “I believe, Isabella, that she can tell you the answer to that question herself.”
Isabel looked over her shoulder, and there was Charlotte. Her hair was all messed up as though she had been riding a motorcycle against the wind. Her expression to see her friend was utter glee, and she had a small bag of her prized possessions clutched in her sweaty hand. “Hi Isabella.”
Having heard her best friend, her trusted friend, her friend that she considered a part of her being, call her Isabella, she realized that she had begun to think of herself as Isabella. It was a big transition, and yet it had seemed to zoom past her. She couldn’t even begin to think of it as something she would think twice about. It wasn’t even strange to her that she didn’t resist the clutches of this new world, something she had only experienced in distant dreamy memories, and she didn’t even think of the place she had left.
“Hello Charlotte.” They couldn’t think of anything to say so they just sat there awkwardly, with nothing to say and everyone else staring at them, until Isabella ran to her room, expecting Charlotte to follow her. She knew it was expected of her, so she ran too.
When they reached Isabella’s room, they were both breathless. It took a while for either of them to be able to speak. When they were, they still didn’t have anything to say to each other.
Isabella waited until she knew that what she was going to say would not be dismissed, and then she opened her mouth to speak. But what came out was not what either of them expected.
It was something like a pink snake, but it was insubstantial. It seemed like air, and it flowed out of her eyes and mouth with a furious pulsing glow. Charlotte, in the back of her mind, thought it was beautiful. But she never really knew that, because her brain was taking a totally different path. What was this, why was it there, and who was responsible?
And then she knew her best friend was losing her memories again.
When the snake-like thing seemed to reach its end, Isabella collapsed to the bed. Her eyes were closed. Charlotte got up calmly from the chair where she had been sitting and checked her pulse. She seemed to be sleeping. Or she could be in a magical coma. Charlotte didn’t know how to tell.
She knew what to do in cases like this, but what would she tell Tristan? What if Isabella didn’t wake up?
She didn’t have time to think about that because right now Sir Tristan was bursting through the door, sword in hand. Charlotte was relieved when she remembered that she wouldn’t have to tell him because of the Crystal Flasks.
Millicent, Lillian, and Cornelius followed in. Millicent spoke first.
“Isabella’s Crystal Flask has shattered. Where are her memories?” But when she saw the state Isabella was in, her mouth snapped shut.
Tristan put his sword back in its sheath.
Millicent was now working on healing her. She seemed to be immune to the shock and awe, probably because of her natural cheer.
In her mind Millicent was thinking that the weight of everything would be on her shoulders for a while, because everyone else was too distressed to do anything productive.
Cornelius turned to Tristan. “Why?”
The knight shook himself from his shock a little bit and turned to him. He was still looking at Isabella. “I don’t know…”
Millicent did. “Her memories have been drawn from her too abusively. I can’t help her.” But everyone knew she had the most healing power among the six, so she tried again.
“I have enhanced her ability to heal herself. She will need to rest awhile.”
Everyone left the room except Charlotte. She moved and sat on the bed next to Isabella and held her hand. Lillian had moved her so her head was on the pillow. She looked more peaceful; less disturbed. An alarm started beeping, and she shot up in bed. Then her eyes started closing slowly, and she plopped back down.
Charlotte wondered what the alarm meant. She got up quickly and left the room. There were rivers going down her cheeks and she didn’t notice. She walked to their meeting place that she and Isabella had run from. Everyone was crowded together in conversation.
Lillian looked up. “Someone is attempting to travel through time again.”
At that moment something started floating down towards them. It was pink, and it swirled gently. It was just like the snake, except gentler. It seemed almost happy, as though it were coming back home. Everyone knew what it was. Tristan started running to his room to get one of the Crystal Flasks, and Charlotte and everyone else ran to see Isabella. Obviously she had woken up without any of her memories of how to get around, or anything about this place. She wouldn’t even remember that she had seen Charlotte, or anything that happened after she got her memories. She wouldn’t even know she was Isabella—she’d be Isabel.
When Isabel woke up, Millicent wasn’t there anymore. Instead there was a beast—a dragon. It looked satisfied with itself, until it saw her. Then it looked respectful. It bowed down low (dragons can do that?) and when it rose, it smirked. “Milady, I have successfully traveled through time.” It paused, as though waiting for some sort of congratulation. When it didn’t get one, it stopped smiling. “And who might you be?”
Isabel was too stunned to say more than one word, and she almost couldn’t say that. “I-Isabel.”
It seemed thrilled to hear that. “You mean Isabella, the strongest Time Controller?”
She had gathered her senses a little bit more. “No, no. You misheard. I’m Isabel.”
The dragon seemed satisfied. “Really.” It walked away from her and into the darkness; a second later she heard startled screams. She wasn’t scared anymore when she recognized Charlotte’s, and curiosity overcame her. She got up and bravely walked over to the door and peeked out. Isabel saw her friend lying on the floor, backing away from the dragon, too shocked to speak. She saw the people from her dream too. And she saw that beast walking into the darkness. She didn’t know what his plan was, but she wanted to help Charlotte. That was all she could feel at that moment—a pure need to help her best friend in the world.
Tristan raced towards his room. He never let anyone in there. It was because he was afraid.
Tristan was just your ordinary knight in medieval times, until an inexperienced witch cast a spell on him. She, of course, got it totally wrong and turned him into an immortal even though someone who had been a witch only a year would usually never be able to handle that kind of magic.
He had been fighting a dragon named Murdoch when it told him it would, some day, be able to control time to his advantage. Tristan managed to get away, but after almost one hundred years (remember, dragons are immortal), he found a way to stop him. A kindhearted witch whom he had fallen in love with helped him by showing him a different world. They moved in, and she taught him how to use magic. They carefully chose five humans from the Mortal World to stop anyone from creating a problem in time. The witch sealed the safety of their memories in five Crystal Flasks, and with their help, time was safe.
…Until now. The dragon's magic was incredibly powerful. He had been able to go that far forward in time! He was obviously on his way to the Crystal Flasks to break them. Without Isabel, Charlotte, Millicent, Lillian, and Cornelius, time was doomed.
So Tristan just hoped he could get there before Murdoch.
“Gah!!” Murdoch shouted as he fell to the floor.
Isabel gazed at her open palms, as shocked as he was. What? She thought. I did that?? Some sort of laser beam or something just shot out of my hands… Charlotte, Lillian, and Millicent looked on happily. Cornelius thought, Even though her memories are gone, I guess her powers aren’t.
He was definitely right. Isabel was the only one of them who could use offensive magic. Millicent’s specialty was healing, Charlotte’s teleportation/clairvoyance, Lillian’s protection, and Cornelius’ was finding information.
But Isabel fainted on the spot. Lillian stood up and created a bubble around them, in case Murdoch tried getting revenge. But Isabel’s attack had really taken a toll on him. He wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon.
Charlotte teleported everyone to where Tristan was. Then he told Lillian to let him in the bubble. Then she told him how Isabel had stopped Murdoch, not to worry, and that everything was fine.
“…But it won’t be long before he gets up, so we need you to help.” She teleported them all back, and Tristan banished Murdoch to a holding dimension to be given his sentence.
That was when Isabel woke up, and her eyelashes fluttered. “What happened…?”
It was very hard to explain, so they just didn’t. Charlotte walked her back to her bedroom to rest and think. After that, she was called back to their meeting place.
There was a hole in the middle of the floor, kind of like a portal. Everyone jumped in, and Isabel found herself wanting to, also. Just as she jumped down, she wondered where it went.
Epilogue
When Isabel dived down the tunnel, she was greeted by darkness, and there wasn’t any support beneath her feet. She just kept falling, until finally, she was lying down on the sidewalk.
“What a strange dream. I must have fainted.” She continued on her way home.
THE END
Charlotte I. L. W.
Charlotte I. L. W.
I don’t have my parents’ names… I don’t know why. I guess they just liked it. Your kids don’t legally have to have your name, I guess. My name isn’t even close to theirs.
I’m really good at step dancing, and writing stories. I’ll put my favorite story of mine in my next blog entry. It’s called, “When You Sleep.” It’s only eight pages, but the story moves really fast. I need to learn how to extend my writing. If I can, I’ll probably already be writing novels! Not to brag.
I have eleven medals and one trophy for Irish dancing. I already know, like, 13 steps. And yes, I do have to keep my body and arms straight at all times with my hands in fists. It’s really fun. I live in an Irish neighborhood, so when I used to go to school a lot of my friends did Irish dance too. Once I danced right next to my friend Michaela in a competition! They’re called feisanna (fesh-ON-uh). Singular, feis. They are usually SO crowded. Once, I couldn’t get to my dance on time because of it! Now don’t you think that means I didn’t get a medal. Oh, no. My mother insisted I get to dance. Everyone was reluctant to let me; they thought I wouldn’t have gotten a medal anyway. HA! I got 2nd place. It felt amazing to prove them wrong.
And since you’re on my blog page, you probably already know I’m an artist too. (It’s in the description.) Yeppers, I am. If you’ve never heard of manga, they’re Japanese comic books, and if you have, that’s what I’m good at. Drawing that kind of art, I mean. I haven’t come up with a story--YET!
And in about fifteen years, LOOK OUT for my name in whatever industry I choose.
I don’t have my parents’ names… I don’t know why. I guess they just liked it. Your kids don’t legally have to have your name, I guess. My name isn’t even close to theirs.
I’m really good at step dancing, and writing stories. I’ll put my favorite story of mine in my next blog entry. It’s called, “When You Sleep.” It’s only eight pages, but the story moves really fast. I need to learn how to extend my writing. If I can, I’ll probably already be writing novels! Not to brag.
I have eleven medals and one trophy for Irish dancing. I already know, like, 13 steps. And yes, I do have to keep my body and arms straight at all times with my hands in fists. It’s really fun. I live in an Irish neighborhood, so when I used to go to school a lot of my friends did Irish dance too. Once I danced right next to my friend Michaela in a competition! They’re called feisanna (fesh-ON-uh). Singular, feis. They are usually SO crowded. Once, I couldn’t get to my dance on time because of it! Now don’t you think that means I didn’t get a medal. Oh, no. My mother insisted I get to dance. Everyone was reluctant to let me; they thought I wouldn’t have gotten a medal anyway. HA! I got 2nd place. It felt amazing to prove them wrong.
And since you’re on my blog page, you probably already know I’m an artist too. (It’s in the description.) Yeppers, I am. If you’ve never heard of manga, they’re Japanese comic books, and if you have, that’s what I’m good at. Drawing that kind of art, I mean. I haven’t come up with a story--YET!
And in about fifteen years, LOOK OUT for my name in whatever industry I choose.
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