tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31896362015667032442024-03-13T13:59:54.672-05:00Abruzzi LegacyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-7122532593802969362021-02-17T19:16:00.006-06:002021-02-17T19:16:58.879-06:00Chapter 12.5 - One Of Ricardos Lackeys'<p> The next morning Mika went for a run and mom kind of let me help her with the garden, She was spending so much time in it, more than I've ever seen. I noticed that any time i cam outside she would immediately move away from one certain spot, it was so strange.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzDiq0pSVuQ/YC22Gc2afrI/AAAAAAAAIRg/vSmsmAR29howDkabNT_7TaEfUUt_2OQiACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-16-21_3-48-47%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MzDiq0pSVuQ/YC22Gc2afrI/AAAAAAAAIRg/vSmsmAR29howDkabNT_7TaEfUUt_2OQiACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-16-21_3-48-47%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"Mira, can you please go grab a white bag of fertilizer from the shed? The plants here need it but the bags are starting to get to heavy for me."</p><p>"Sure mom," I said as I put the spade down.</p><p> I loved moms shed, it was the last thing dad was able to build for her before he get really sick. But as I walked into the shed I let out a shriek. I saw two tiny little eyes peaking out at me from around the corner of the table. As I stood there with my hands over my mouth, I saw what had scared me as it came out from around the table.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHEvxe-HZc4/YC24uQU4hcI/AAAAAAAAIRs/qW6AIKHSmtMk6o4sPPFNQh_ElMHiYMjbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-16-21_3-50-44%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eHEvxe-HZc4/YC24uQU4hcI/AAAAAAAAIRs/qW6AIKHSmtMk6o4sPPFNQh_ElMHiYMjbQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-16-21_3-50-44%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"Meow...meow..."</p><p>"Oh my goodness, look at you," I said, looking down at the tiny black kitten. I gently stooped down and waited for the kitten to approach me so I could pick it up. I headed outside with the kitten, forgetting about the fertilizer right now.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbnyno9vEeE/YC25gKghyNI/AAAAAAAAIR0/bwCRYKEX4ZMyQWn056DJAh4pNMsDDxVDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-16-21_3-52-01%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xbnyno9vEeE/YC25gKghyNI/AAAAAAAAIR0/bwCRYKEX4ZMyQWn056DJAh4pNMsDDxVDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-16-21_3-52-01%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"Mom, look at this little guy. I wonder how he got in your shed."</p><p>"Oh you found Salem, he loves to hide." Mom said as she took him from me and snuggled him close. "I found him a few days ago sleeping under the leaves of the flowers over there. I got him checked out at the vet and then adopted him since he wasn't chipped. He loves being in the garden with me, when he's not hiding in the shed."</p><p> She set him down by her feet and he clumsily walked between the plants in the garden. I grabbed the fertilizer from the shed and we got back to work. After we finished in the garden, I took her to sell most of her harvest. Since she couldn't handle a normal job now she became a self-employed gardener. Then we went to the local consignment store to look around. While browsing I found a few items for my workspace at home and they were all priced pretty cheap. That evening we had steak for dinner and then watched the news for awhile.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBatjM5iIzU/YC27G2fBZHI/AAAAAAAAISA/VwRValG9buo8Q2uY9pO5HexjCxDxf_ZAACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-16-21_4-43-05%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBatjM5iIzU/YC27G2fBZHI/AAAAAAAAISA/VwRValG9buo8Q2uY9pO5HexjCxDxf_ZAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-16-21_4-43-05%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> When mom went to bed Mika went upstairs to his room and I headed to the basement. I needed to start practicing my alchemy more and the new book I found would help me. Within an hour I heard loud footsteps right before Mika burst through the door.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZE7l6aXQ3k/YC27eZjdaGI/AAAAAAAAISI/4xi-PCobcz0MnuJru1xbAoXnMcmDRiDcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-16-21_6-47-33%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZE7l6aXQ3k/YC27eZjdaGI/AAAAAAAAISI/4xi-PCobcz0MnuJru1xbAoXnMcmDRiDcwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-16-21_6-47-33%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0YHs29msxw/YC27eiU471I/AAAAAAAAISM/j-i3UUyeTYYLqpWxmsrG0YHsPGdMHH57QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-16-21_7-09-46%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0YHs29msxw/YC27eiU471I/AAAAAAAAISM/j-i3UUyeTYYLqpWxmsrG0YHsPGdMHH57QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-16-21_7-09-46%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"Mira!" Mika shouted to loud. "I just got off the phone with Abbey. She needs us to meet her at the abandoned warehouse by the docks at 3 a.m., while nobody else is around. So go get some rest."</p><p>"This is great, she must have some information." I said before heading upstairs.</p><p> I was excited to finally meet Abbey the next morning. Mika talked about her a lot and I could see why. She was stunning and obviously very intelligent. it didn't take long for me to also figure out that they had something going on, there was definitely chemistry between the two of them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiuPB3-mMdU/YC28VSeQ96I/AAAAAAAAISc/RcyY19XCg4Y474gKXQjEqSHhZBc7BU3bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-27-29%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PiuPB3-mMdU/YC28VSeQ96I/AAAAAAAAISc/RcyY19XCg4Y474gKXQjEqSHhZBc7BU3bQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-27-29%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"What's going on Abbey?" Mika said after introducing us.</p><p>"I was able to track down one of Ricardos lackeys', and informant." She began "He was lousy at covering his tracks, I tricked him into talking to me. Then I cloaked his tracking device with a spell, put him into a trance, and brought him here."</p><p>"Good job Abbey! Where is he now?"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGIhEUqUHic/YC29EhfJTAI/AAAAAAAAISk/jKr1eECzu985udcAsp2gAuqOyqamb9EHACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-28-04%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xGIhEUqUHic/YC29EhfJTAI/AAAAAAAAISk/jKr1eECzu985udcAsp2gAuqOyqamb9EHACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-28-04%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"Follow me," She said, heading towards the back of the abandoned warehouse. "I'm also going to wipe his memories before I return him to Granite Falls. You guys might want to create an illusion so he doesn't see the real you before I bring him to."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmLropELmsw/YC29YnF6J_I/AAAAAAAAISs/3VfMrST3TxAr3GnWeIQQDJMN9ZVr85nKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-28-45%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xmLropELmsw/YC29YnF6J_I/AAAAAAAAISs/3VfMrST3TxAr3GnWeIQQDJMN9ZVr85nKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-28-45%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> We quickly changed and then Abbey brought the man out of the trance. he was in a state of shock at first until he looked at her. He realized what was going on as soon as he tried to move his arms, which made him become angry quickly.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QA4AE-F7nKI/YC29tqq81-I/AAAAAAAAIS4/COwKBT8T-vYzmqbkE7wbe4TtiB6I6kmNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-23-21%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QA4AE-F7nKI/YC29tqq81-I/AAAAAAAAIS4/COwKBT8T-vYzmqbkE7wbe4TtiB6I6kmNQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-23-21%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-u0t5UQf1I/YC29tsm5LBI/AAAAAAAAIS0/OP4iOUUegbcf7v5z2KFKBtcEDHtCu0u0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-23-43%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-u0t5UQf1I/YC29tsm5LBI/AAAAAAAAIS0/OP4iOUUegbcf7v5z2KFKBtcEDHtCu0u0ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-23-43%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"Where is Ricardo hiding? What is he planning? What are his intentions with those scientists?" Mika demanded, becoming more angry with every question.</p><p>"Who's Ricardo? there's scientists missing?" The man asked, pretending to not know what Mika was talking about.</p><p> With each interrogation attempt we became more frustrated, especially since the man was beginning to find it funny. We went through about ten spells before he finally began to talk.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMA0sJsLDa8/YC2-Wvk54SI/AAAAAAAAITE/F7qXR4MGioscZTe2GujSEg0_3-h3EGMNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-25-07%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMA0sJsLDa8/YC2-Wvk54SI/AAAAAAAAITE/F7qXR4MGioscZTe2GujSEg0_3-h3EGMNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-25-07%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"The scientists that Ricardo kidnapped are building a machine for him. I have no idea what it is or what it does. He is in San Myshuno looking for something but he travels to Mt Komorebi a lot in the past month. I have no idea what he is planning, I swear! He only uses me to attempt to find some family that he is obsessed with. He has at least a dozen people looking for them but won't tell us why. The search is literally driving him crazy, yet he becomes more powerful every single day." the man said, showing signs that he was not done yet. "Ricardo will not let anyone in the coven house either unless it's an emergency. Rowan and Daisy have also been missing for over a year. Anytime someone questions where the real boss is at, they end up missing too."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anhl1djKek/YC2_nZpHPyI/AAAAAAAAITQ/L1tch9yYujsmQ0PtFedIojJCfbYH6N84QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-25-32%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1anhl1djKek/YC2_nZpHPyI/AAAAAAAAITQ/L1tch9yYujsmQ0PtFedIojJCfbYH6N84QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-25-32%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> When he was done talking Abbey put him back in a trance, wiped his memory, and took him to her truck. We got rid of our illusion, then Mika went over to Abbey and talked to her for a few minutes before she left. We went back home and talked about what we found out.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXVK1RtL44g/YC2_-6-roRI/AAAAAAAAITc/GWhziHq5WpcMYQ-aDAkBc-M7ZPjfPpWcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-30-10%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SXVK1RtL44g/YC2_-6-roRI/AAAAAAAAITc/GWhziHq5WpcMYQ-aDAkBc-M7ZPjfPpWcQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-30-10%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzlqOyBLWFc/YC2_-8URabI/AAAAAAAAITY/VdC1GiDZlUAu6XnXh_am2BAVuMxEkCNqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-17-21_2-31-53%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AzlqOyBLWFc/YC2_-8URabI/AAAAAAAAITY/VdC1GiDZlUAu6XnXh_am2BAVuMxEkCNqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-17-21_2-31-53%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-65947778181539973262021-02-15T21:41:00.002-06:002021-02-15T21:41:37.323-06:00Chapter 12.4 - Not Just A Vacation Mom and I were in the kitchen making dinner. We decided to make Onigiri and Vegetable Dumplings from the recipe cards Mika sent us and we used fresh ingredients from moms garden. Mika was suppose to be home in a couple hours and we wanted to surprise him. Little did we know that we were the ones that were going to be surprised. We both jumped when we saw him sitting at the island watching us cook.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GdQirJej54/YCs2D5xSLTI/AAAAAAAAIOw/RolFs5Q8DzsHWRfBXLdH7apewJnGHPG4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_7-51-15%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GdQirJej54/YCs2D5xSLTI/AAAAAAAAIOw/RolFs5Q8DzsHWRfBXLdH7apewJnGHPG4wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_7-51-15%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeTxicd4ZPI/YCs2D3Bt2RI/AAAAAAAAIO0/dNnQ8VVAstMhbJenjo9Je0ai4VAED1w3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_7-51-43%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeTxicd4ZPI/YCs2D3Bt2RI/AAAAAAAAIO0/dNnQ8VVAstMhbJenjo9Je0ai4VAED1w3QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_7-51-43%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>"Ugh, creeper!" I said, playfully punching him in the arm before giving him a hug.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I'm sorry," He said as he gave mom and I a hug. "I was just remembering how all four of us use to cook together."</div><div><br /></div><div> He looked so different now, he wasn't the baby-faced, scrawny teen anymore. Mika helped us finish cooking and cleaning off the counters and then we sat down to eat and catch up.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovk31pGKBsk/YCs2n6jxJuI/AAAAAAAAIPA/CiT7fs5Rj88NDED-WblbKYKnAN98W200QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_7-54-28%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ovk31pGKBsk/YCs2n6jxJuI/AAAAAAAAIPA/CiT7fs5Rj88NDED-WblbKYKnAN98W200QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_7-54-28%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyM-QXqm2ZE/YCs2n_G501I/AAAAAAAAIPE/zo9j3jPrJjoJgh1DcGpwg9AqtSoDx_j1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_7-59-43%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyM-QXqm2ZE/YCs2n_G501I/AAAAAAAAIPE/zo9j3jPrJjoJgh1DcGpwg9AqtSoDx_j1gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_7-59-43%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div> Mika told us all about his travels, it sounded like fun. He had time to think about everything we had been through and now saw things a lot differently. While he was gone he decided that he was going to join the detective career after getting his degree at university. Mom was so proud of him and we both congratulated him.</div><div><br /></div><div>"You two amaze me more and more. I can't believe how much you both have grown up in such a short amount of time."</div><div><br /></div><div> Mom decided to go to bed early again after we cleaned up the dishes, so Mika and I went out for a few drinks. We could tell that we each needed to talk away from mom. We sat at a table as far away from eaves droppers as we could. I began telling Mika about my crazy roommate.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I don't know what it is Mika but something is off with her. I tried to be moved, tried to report my concerns, but nobody will do anything. They don't believe me at all."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giex1NyCRkg/YCs4NhDtviI/AAAAAAAAIPU/-kmalk_U0uYVa3J4KsefaVK1eZycoEedQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_8-48-08%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giex1NyCRkg/YCs4NhDtviI/AAAAAAAAIPU/-kmalk_U0uYVa3J4KsefaVK1eZycoEedQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_8-48-08%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>"This is really concerning Mira, especially with how easily she is fooling everyone. We need to investigate this more before you go back. We are both decent hackers so that should help and if needed we could use a spell, harmless of course." He said, rolling his eyes at the harmless part.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I agree, we need to find out more about her," I said as we waited on another drink "So tell me about your trip. It sounds fantastic, learning about all those cultures."</div><div><br /></div><div>""It was amazing but it wasn't just about learning about other cultures."</div><div><br /></div><div>"What do you mean? What's happening Mika?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"When I was in Selvadorada I heard talks about the Diavolo Coven and Ronan Tortino." He began after looking around. "I used my magic to convince some guys to talk to me. Rumors were spreading that Ricardo and Kole were in Windenburg. They told me that some crazy vampire and a witch had visited Selvadorada and they were very secretive the entire time. Then the same day that they left, some well respected scientists went missing. He had apparently threatened a lot of people while there as well."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lR7yHtBpIk/YCs5UFvqwyI/AAAAAAAAIPc/9cQWk5A-XogDqnUT0XvbCIt5nIHaU2OdACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_8-50-06%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2lR7yHtBpIk/YCs5UFvqwyI/AAAAAAAAIPc/9cQWk5A-XogDqnUT0XvbCIt5nIHaU2OdACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_8-50-06%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div> Mika stopped talking for a moment when he saw the waiter coming with our drinks but resumed after he left.</div><div><br /></div><div>"They told me to go talk to a girl named Abbey if I wanted more information because her dad was one of the scientists that had gone missing. She lived in a secluded area of town and ran a shop that only the locals knew about. Abbey completely brushed me off at first because she had a hard time trusting people, especially now. but she quickly changed her mind once I told her my name."</div><div><br /></div><div><i>*Memory from Mikas trip*</i></div><div><br /></div><div>"Aruzzi!! You're joking right?" She said loudly with a look of concern. " Get inside, quickly!"</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYhyCVAmwpc/YCs6b_K490I/AAAAAAAAIPs/240onfZmEUoKVm29v1gYeolCeHfAJmvAACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-37-16%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UYhyCVAmwpc/YCs6b_K490I/AAAAAAAAIPs/240onfZmEUoKVm29v1gYeolCeHfAJmvAACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-37-16%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div> She had many questions for me once we sat down. I decided that the best way to gain her trust and answer her questions was to tell her our story. the entire truth came out and none of Ricardos lies. When I was done she was in complete shock.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2iXi-qPVXQ/YCs6y0p-vnI/AAAAAAAAIP0/U2qEeg3Uhc0BeogIH27OoNSO8ktj167RQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-38-26%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r2iXi-qPVXQ/YCs6y0p-vnI/AAAAAAAAIP0/U2qEeg3Uhc0BeogIH27OoNSO8ktj167RQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-38-26%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxHLrCEPWNk/YCs6ywG8pFI/AAAAAAAAIP4/twuYSJNKsWMusDxn7xm_OCtr3CmP030wwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-38-40%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dxHLrCEPWNk/YCs6ywG8pFI/AAAAAAAAIP4/twuYSJNKsWMusDxn7xm_OCtr3CmP030wwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-38-40%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>"I think the best thing to do is to work together. Ricardo is still searching for you guys and some girl named Silvana."</div><div><br /></div><div>That's his sister that he didn't know was still alive. She's the one I told you about that had helped us but we haven't seen her since my dads funeral."</div><div><br /></div><div>"We need to get to Windenburg immediately. He had mentioned to my dad that that was his next stop."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq9qMGyxhPI/YCs7WgtKn5I/AAAAAAAAIQE/4SnoTi7bJSwm6EuMbURG_Z4M7MkcLck-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-38-48%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mq9qMGyxhPI/YCs7WgtKn5I/AAAAAAAAIQE/4SnoTi7bJSwm6EuMbURG_Z4M7MkcLck-wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-38-48%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div> We packed our stuff and left for Windenburg that same night. We also had decided to mask ourselves with a magic spell since Ricardo knew what Abbey and I looked like. We looked normal to ourselves but to everyone else we looked so much different. We pretended like we were a married couple on vacation and we were actually very convincing. Abbey and I went to Chalet Gardens, the Ancient Ruins, Island Bluff, and a nightclub called The Narwhal Arms. But while we were doing all the tourist things, we were also trying to locate Ricardo and see if anyone had any information on him. Nobody knew about him though, it was like their minds had been erased.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRh1Ubc2iew/YCs9XZijfWI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/4ZomY0ahcGw20tIoRuvyeALoERnwOUP0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-54-16%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LRh1Ubc2iew/YCs9XZijfWI/AAAAAAAAIQQ/4ZomY0ahcGw20tIoRuvyeALoERnwOUP0QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-54-16%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpyqoWKqk0Q/YCs9XU6L8_I/AAAAAAAAIQU/3iD-h7gUFH8-nDhIHdm7fLxgIgBM6ePpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-57-05%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpyqoWKqk0Q/YCs9XU6L8_I/AAAAAAAAIQU/3iD-h7gUFH8-nDhIHdm7fLxgIgBM6ePpgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-57-05%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPOD51GczU/YCs9XVmPy_I/AAAAAAAAIQY/liXR2s6z7No8T2CABIT2vdZKaS51Np3FgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_3-59-30%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FTPOD51GczU/YCs9XVmPy_I/AAAAAAAAIQY/liXR2s6z7No8T2CABIT2vdZKaS51Np3FgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_3-59-30%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqbpAhKzh7E/YCs9XlinByI/AAAAAAAAIQc/0GxumASqhXU3Eg8b7q73x4PTgtxaVX0vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_4-01-45%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqbpAhKzh7E/YCs9XlinByI/AAAAAAAAIQc/0GxumASqhXU3Eg8b7q73x4PTgtxaVX0vgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_4-01-45%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5f-3Mn5vP0/YCs9X4QBhEI/AAAAAAAAIQg/xm3PwCwM_rg16xG2mn4noEaO8dvc0zbYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_4-03-02%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_5f-3Mn5vP0/YCs9X4QBhEI/AAAAAAAAIQg/xm3PwCwM_rg16xG2mn4noEaO8dvc0zbYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_4-03-02%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDGW5KiJPZ0/YCs9YD8Fe4I/AAAAAAAAIQk/nmUVd22xvJ0JNlrrpmtwaCscvKICWouYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_4-03-36%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eDGW5KiJPZ0/YCs9YD8Fe4I/AAAAAAAAIQk/nmUVd22xvJ0JNlrrpmtwaCscvKICWouYgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_4-03-36%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div> We parted ways but promised to keep in touch. I spent the last portion of my trip in Mt Komorebi. I tried to clear my head of Ricardo and enjoy my time here.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>*Back to present*</i></div><div><br /></div><div>"So what do we do now?" I asked him when he was done talking.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Nothing right now, I am waiting for Abbey to contact me. Do NOT tell mom any of this, it will destroy her."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wry4a-8YJ1k/YCs98aRU0fI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/WdXw5RDKNaE4vNPDJq7Wqk7f6wz8zAgSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_4-08-56%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wry4a-8YJ1k/YCs98aRU0fI/AAAAAAAAIQ4/WdXw5RDKNaE4vNPDJq7Wqk7f6wz8zAgSQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_4-08-56%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>"Fine Mika but I'm helping you no matter what."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5U9bsEaEZiI/YCs-EZwnItI/AAAAAAAAIRA/GQF9n-4ot3oFeYxA4o5f9Dh-RJOmS_cTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_4-07-35%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5U9bsEaEZiI/YCs-EZwnItI/AAAAAAAAIRA/GQF9n-4ot3oFeYxA4o5f9Dh-RJOmS_cTgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_4-07-35%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>" Good, I was counting on your help. I need that genius brain of yours. Besides, our magic has always been stronger if we are together."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I have to practice more, I haven't used my magic at all since that night. Oh, I've also been studying alchemy too."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlypEJ6OpvA/YCs-hJDy9yI/AAAAAAAAIRQ/rVOTFtyNpyURWG7bCDkOFj1XhB-ozeo-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-15-21_4-09-37%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dlypEJ6OpvA/YCs-hJDy9yI/AAAAAAAAIRQ/rVOTFtyNpyURWG7bCDkOFj1XhB-ozeo-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-15-21_4-09-37%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>"That's fantastic Mira, that could really come in handy!"</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-36894419893619918862021-02-14T18:43:00.001-06:002021-02-14T18:43:14.978-06:00Chapter 12.3 - Back Home For The Summer<p> It was finally summer break and I was ready to get back home. It has been very rough since dad died. I threw myself into my school work to keep my mind busy and cut out all other social activities. I finished my school year with top grades and was on track to graduate university early. I was also anxious to get away from my crazy roommate for awhile. As I packed my stuff I decided to also pack anything that was valuable. Even though she was already gone, it's hard to say what she would do. When I arrived home I saw mom in the garden, for some reason she had become obsessed with being in this area of the yard.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j44RdE56I9k/YCm_9J-b5qI/AAAAAAAAINU/AgpJOf_miV0TYLQjdrJrpGIcuXvwOBHAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-11-21_3-21-26%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j44RdE56I9k/YCm_9J-b5qI/AAAAAAAAINU/AgpJOf_miV0TYLQjdrJrpGIcuXvwOBHAwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-11-21_3-21-26%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> She glanced at me with a look of shock on her face and jumped up.</p><p>"Mira, you're home early!" She said happily, as she gave me a hug. "Let's go inside."</p><p> She quickly ushered me inside, which was more unusual behavior for her. She helped me put my suitcases in my room and then we went to the Salty Paws Saloon for dinner. We stuffed ourselves with delicious food, drank yummy wine, and talked a lot. It was so nice to be with my mom again, it felt like I hadn't talked to her in years.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw0PkTO32OE/YCnAqnS8oGI/AAAAAAAAINc/ch_b6s0U_QwE5oLQmNm_d5Y3vNO74pwJACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_12-58-08%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw0PkTO32OE/YCnAqnS8oGI/AAAAAAAAINc/ch_b6s0U_QwE5oLQmNm_d5Y3vNO74pwJACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_12-58-08%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IG6KcjxonV0/YCnAqn6RG-I/AAAAAAAAINg/vqYMJ3tH1jgQX4zYBujAL9_pivg9THqTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_1-02-00%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IG6KcjxonV0/YCnAqn6RG-I/AAAAAAAAINg/vqYMJ3tH1jgQX4zYBujAL9_pivg9THqTwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_1-02-00%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2qjXvoqJUg/YCnAqhGDt7I/AAAAAAAAINk/Sv-IJcPZ14Ma0eqz9G0J78FaNvcKdWQbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_1-03-25%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2qjXvoqJUg/YCnAqhGDt7I/AAAAAAAAINk/Sv-IJcPZ14Ma0eqz9G0J78FaNvcKdWQbgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_1-03-25%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> The next day we worked together to finish Mikas room. He would be coming home in about a month from his year abroad. We were even more excited when we saw packages arrive while we were making a quick lunch. He sent home a bunch of souvenirs from the countries he had visited. We placed some of it in his room and then the rest went in different areas of the house.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJxLZEZgCJY/YCnBQA2RPPI/AAAAAAAAIN4/ijdP5W28tXMFNy5EymthoGMa0RJwdxQOACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_4-11-39%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJxLZEZgCJY/YCnBQA2RPPI/AAAAAAAAIN4/ijdP5W28tXMFNy5EymthoGMa0RJwdxQOACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_4-11-39%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p> After we were done putting Mikas stuff away, we cooked together and then sat down for dinner. Mom was very quiet at first until I asked her what was wrong, she was beginning to worry me.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcfVKWV6aj0/YCnBfTXXBSI/AAAAAAAAIN8/j6VyRQuRLGMoHUEsayebAmgtpD-a-9AugCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_4-36-59%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcfVKWV6aj0/YCnBfTXXBSI/AAAAAAAAIN8/j6VyRQuRLGMoHUEsayebAmgtpD-a-9AugCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_4-36-59%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"I'm worried about Silvana, that's all. I have not heard from her since your dads funeral. What if she's in trouble?"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsw0YAlyuYs/YCnCErhZiII/AAAAAAAAIOI/2fH1F2Q_3ZMdcctrkmR1BfUhnVK9VB8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_4-40-37%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fsw0YAlyuYs/YCnCErhZiII/AAAAAAAAIOI/2fH1F2Q_3ZMdcctrkmR1BfUhnVK9VB8-QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_4-40-37%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>"I'm sure she is fine mom. Silvana is very tough and she can take care of herself."</p><p>"Yes but still..." She said before putting her dishes in the dishwasher and going to bed. It was not like her to go to bed so early.</p><p> After I cleaned everything up, I went downstairs and turned music on. Once the bills were paid, I messed with my new science equipment for awhile before deciding to head to bed. I needed to get caught up on sleep but my mind would not relax. I was thinking about what was going on with my mom and then I would start thinking about Tristan again, which was beginning to happen a lot. He never called me and I never saw him around campus again before break started. I had to force myself to stop thinking about him. He obviously didn't want to have anything to do with me so it was time to move on.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzMV5-7tCSM/YCnDh0fFP0I/AAAAAAAAIOU/EYbPdYBeEJMu0xk4awJSPkklDRrG6a5xQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_5-44-04%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzMV5-7tCSM/YCnDh0fFP0I/AAAAAAAAIOU/EYbPdYBeEJMu0xk4awJSPkklDRrG6a5xQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_5-44-04%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwMDOde_vv8/YCnDh7w0H-I/AAAAAAAAIOY/hffDd3f1vHkfiPMCnzjrkW3UA1cCbFrKACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_5-45-13%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jwMDOde_vv8/YCnDh7w0H-I/AAAAAAAAIOY/hffDd3f1vHkfiPMCnzjrkW3UA1cCbFrKACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_5-45-13%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> The next day mom and I spent a lot of time away from the house. We went to the beach, had a picnic, and even checked out the new boardwalk they had just built. When we were done we decided to take the long way home so that we could visit dad. It was still so hard, I couldn't believe he was actually gone. We stood there talking to dad, remembering the good memories with him, crying, and hugging.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nA0y_yDRdD0/YCnDl7QjgVI/AAAAAAAAIOc/oukN-9NuybMXvLYCYHuz37k5pDlZYbesgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-14-21_6-04-23%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nA0y_yDRdD0/YCnDl7QjgVI/AAAAAAAAIOc/oukN-9NuybMXvLYCYHuz37k5pDlZYbesgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-14-21_6-04-23%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-58914606696703677812021-02-01T20:56:00.002-06:002021-02-01T20:56:57.833-06:00Chapter 12.2 - We Knew It Was Coming<p> <u>Mira P.O.V.</u></p><p><span> Today was finally the day, everything was packed and in my car.</span><br /></p><p><span>"Are you sure you have everything?" Mom asked me again.</span></p><p><span>"I'm sure mom," I said with a laugh "Besides, I will only be a few hours away if I need something important."</span></p><p><span>"Be safe, study hard, and call us if you need anything," Mom said giving me a big hug.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_47NOIs9Kw/YBhXvq1k7xI/AAAAAAAAIGU/EVaRnWrwA8Mdd7NWkmCP2C0aNGaVoUBngCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-27-21_4-25-58%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_47NOIs9Kw/YBhXvq1k7xI/AAAAAAAAIGU/EVaRnWrwA8Mdd7NWkmCP2C0aNGaVoUBngCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-27-21_4-25-58%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span>" I will, same goes for you guys. Call me, even if it is just to talk." I said as I hugged everyone and then climbed into my car.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjiG__XR6nI/YBhYBWBdOeI/AAAAAAAAIGc/Jq3cdwEHSDQcVQMJsTIAj--CnuqRGt1fACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-27-21_4-24-26%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MjiG__XR6nI/YBhYBWBdOeI/AAAAAAAAIGc/Jq3cdwEHSDQcVQMJsTIAj--CnuqRGt1fACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-27-21_4-24-26%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span><span> I stopped at the gas station, fueled up and grabbed a quick bite before leaving town. Traffic was ridiculous but music took my mind off it. After a five hour trip (that should have taken three), I finally made it to the university. The campus was huge and there was a lot of students here already. I checked in at registration and then headed to the dorm that I would be staying in.</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span>"Hi!" I said to my new roommate as I walked in, "I'm Mira."</span></span></p><p>"Kat," She said rudely, ignoring my outstretched hand and turning back to her computer.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lio-vwzXou4/YBhZQbrTzlI/AAAAAAAAIGo/Qwc8Yr8jDC8Av0qKFIIpF5Xt9ar5PI2ZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_8-56-08%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lio-vwzXou4/YBhZQbrTzlI/AAAAAAAAIGo/Qwc8Yr8jDC8Av0qKFIIpF5Xt9ar5PI2ZwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_8-56-08%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>"<i>Great, I have a rude roommate. Just what I need." </i>I thought to myself, trying to ignore the bad feeling I was getting from her.</p><p><span> After unpacking and getting my side of the room organized, I changed into pajamas and sat down at my desk. I sent a group email to my family and then started going over my course materials and schedule. Within an hour I couldn't look at the screen anymore and decided to go to bed early.</span><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THO8CH4Zt_w/YBhZtfKWMWI/AAAAAAAAIGw/_x28-BRuQJkLIZBifoDIcWNEdrz4igE-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_8-57-21%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-THO8CH4Zt_w/YBhZtfKWMWI/AAAAAAAAIGw/_x28-BRuQJkLIZBifoDIcWNEdrz4igE-gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_8-57-21%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXyeZ7mEV2I/YBhZtbfZ9hI/AAAAAAAAIG4/XI12_iPaBkM1zBoViSnVAP9_fxLCNes_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_8-57-33%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXyeZ7mEV2I/YBhZtbfZ9hI/AAAAAAAAIG4/XI12_iPaBkM1zBoViSnVAP9_fxLCNes_QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_8-57-33%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMvOXATP2pY/YBhZtdlojwI/AAAAAAAAIG0/hdohTL1p4KIsS_3xcJlEmll5HhehrUjKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_8-59-47%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMvOXATP2pY/YBhZtdlojwI/AAAAAAAAIG0/hdohTL1p4KIsS_3xcJlEmll5HhehrUjKQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_8-59-47%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJXw7nhovnI/YBhZufJa1qI/AAAAAAAAIHA/KhgKvOWuuyASmklWjv9azc_tWX6VyGlNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-01-21%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJXw7nhovnI/YBhZufJa1qI/AAAAAAAAIHA/KhgKvOWuuyASmklWjv9azc_tWX6VyGlNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-01-21%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIQiyo91N_Q/YBhZu3_VAvI/AAAAAAAAIHE/376rKmBAhxwd96Q0HavC6ZF7K9URENE5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-04-06%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nIQiyo91N_Q/YBhZu3_VAvI/AAAAAAAAIHE/376rKmBAhxwd96Q0HavC6ZF7K9URENE5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-04-06%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><span> The next morning I went about my usual routine, grabbed my backpack, a quick breakfast from downstairs, and headed to class. Naturally my class was all the way on the other side of campus, it was good exercise though.</span><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQliTxTdAXA/YBhaJp6JlVI/AAAAAAAAIHg/_rZLRK_x9HME9LiAjUz0phVjymH61qYjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-14-13%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQliTxTdAXA/YBhaJp6JlVI/AAAAAAAAIHg/_rZLRK_x9HME9LiAjUz0phVjymH61qYjwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-14-13%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzsZaNusIJs/YBhaJvn4VAI/AAAAAAAAIHc/d9Py_ZQOz3M_79ldMK-NFrllqo5aH5IfACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-15-16%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzsZaNusIJs/YBhaJvn4VAI/AAAAAAAAIHc/d9Py_ZQOz3M_79ldMK-NFrllqo5aH5IfACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-15-16%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span>The first week of class was hectic but not terrible. During that week I began a presentation for class, did a lot of studying, and I got emails from my family with beautiful pictures from their travels.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6K5D-Ieji0/YBhak7Y2OuI/AAAAAAAAIHs/Lq4tXziL2BcdSswWf5PnsTMfsYSdiFT3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-24-09%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6K5D-Ieji0/YBhak7Y2OuI/AAAAAAAAIHs/Lq4tXziL2BcdSswWf5PnsTMfsYSdiFT3wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-24-09%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><i>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</i></span><p></p><p><span><u>Lexi P.O.V.</u></span></p><p><span><span> </span>We arrived at the beach house at 10 a.m. and were beyond excited. After everything we had been through, a whole week on the ocean seemed like a dream and we needed the vacation.<br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2mjuKeK6Le0/YBhbYh6n2II/AAAAAAAAIH8/jaj3OX_ofTIc2-Ohc2tA7TiTFP0pkPRtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-28-21_9-12-59%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2mjuKeK6Le0/YBhbYh6n2II/AAAAAAAAIH8/jaj3OX_ofTIc2-Ohc2tA7TiTFP0pkPRtQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-28-21_9-12-59%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span><p></p><p><span>"Hey, you guys made it!" Hollie said as she came running up to us.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nq9qv_ubnI/YBhbVRbmh_I/AAAAAAAAIH4/ZuTiriz-3WcN-wjOxfNErjSkl-WR8jOOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-28-21_9-14-38%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_nq9qv_ubnI/YBhbVRbmh_I/AAAAAAAAIH4/ZuTiriz-3WcN-wjOxfNErjSkl-WR8jOOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-28-21_9-14-38%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span>"Of course we did, couldn't miss this!" I said as I hugged her.</span><p></p><p><span>"Everyone else is inside unpacking."</span></p><p><span><span> The beach house was beautiful and seemed to have everything we could possibly need for our stay. I could tell Colton was excited, he had the same look on his face like every time he was on stage. After unpacking we made our way outside to grab some drinks and catch up with our oldest friends. We had all met back in Bridgeport during our performer days and eventually the three of them ended up moving to Sulani.</span><br /></span></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhr9-_OxUH4/YBhcpc3F14I/AAAAAAAAIIQ/_c_ynzssno8t6uT6PXe31ox2oft2GiquQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-28-21_10-03-43%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uhr9-_OxUH4/YBhcpc3F14I/AAAAAAAAIIQ/_c_ynzssno8t6uT6PXe31ox2oft2GiquQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-28-21_10-03-43%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-za_iaN438lg/YBhcpRt5NKI/AAAAAAAAIIU/Z1Lq9EJKnQAhrO_66pYfiJmJ53Fh885BACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-28-21_10-14-31%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-za_iaN438lg/YBhcpRt5NKI/AAAAAAAAIIU/Z1Lq9EJKnQAhrO_66pYfiJmJ53Fh885BACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-28-21_10-14-31%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><span> The first couple days were spent in the sun, laughing, drinking, and remembering funny stories about each other. I never told our friends about the things we went through or why Colton could no longer speak. They didn't believe in the supernatural, so it wouldn't do any good trying to explain it. Our friends just thought it had something to do with his singing career. Colton also seemed to be doing really well so far, so I was becoming hopeful. Maybe Silvana was wrong after all!</span><br /></span><p></p><p><span><span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ecqJ53D9Lc/YBhdPeW-LZI/AAAAAAAAIIg/JWlRg56RF3QyakQpgS6XwqM7lhnEHk8GQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-22-15%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ecqJ53D9Lc/YBhdPeW-LZI/AAAAAAAAIIg/JWlRg56RF3QyakQpgS6XwqM7lhnEHk8GQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-22-15%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><span> After a long day of swimming in the ocean and exploring for treasures and seashells, Colton and I headed into the kitchen to figure out what to make everyone for dinner. We did not expect to find two cakes on the island and our friends cheering and shouting.</span><br /></span><p></p><p><span><span><span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibpeoZ496CM/YBhej-kSQ5I/AAAAAAAAIIw/xXI59x64kUQwUXW2G72QMvmkOy_CrJTrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-23-47%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ibpeoZ496CM/YBhej-kSQ5I/AAAAAAAAIIw/xXI59x64kUQwUXW2G72QMvmkOy_CrJTrwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-23-47%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0O9Ug9zlcM/YBhej40mtnI/AAAAAAAAIIs/3zXV4eAIQv8Ul64DjAOvBXYo4f80zCiOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-29-10%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--0O9Ug9zlcM/YBhej40mtnI/AAAAAAAAIIs/3zXV4eAIQv8Ul64DjAOvBXYo4f80zCiOQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-29-10%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><br /></span><p></p><p>"No, is it really time for this already?" I said, pretending to pout.</p><p>"We all have to become old at some point." Dave said with a laugh since he became an elder before arriving at Hollie's beach house.</p><p><span> To be honest, I didn't mind becoming an elder, it was Colton I was worried about. Silvana had said that no matter how it seemed like he was feeling, if he lived to be an elder then the magic would begin to work even faster since his body would be so much weaker. But we celebrated anyways, we didn't need anyone freaking out and not believing the actual story.</span><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0E7AklF2EmI/YBheo9Z0hWI/AAAAAAAAII8/YWvuDicLOucBxGptzK_ANaR720gnUZ-7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-34-42%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0E7AklF2EmI/YBheo9Z0hWI/AAAAAAAAII8/YWvuDicLOucBxGptzK_ANaR720gnUZ-7QCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-34-42%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vth0syIpruo/YBheozFbjRI/AAAAAAAAII4/jbpz9jsWmqk1ce4p_TkzncvQQg8NK_GDACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-38-45%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vth0syIpruo/YBheozFbjRI/AAAAAAAAII4/jbpz9jsWmqk1ce4p_TkzncvQQg8NK_GDACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-38-45%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt2Ct84_Xok/YBhepJDZTKI/AAAAAAAAIJA/XcBrP6PYcjIZ9s5ODuMiTM-u5bbae70nwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-42-13%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt2Ct84_Xok/YBhepJDZTKI/AAAAAAAAIJA/XcBrP6PYcjIZ9s5ODuMiTM-u5bbae70nwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-42-13%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p><i>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</i></p><br /><span><u>Mika P.O.V.</u></span><p></p><p><span> </span>*<i>Attention passengers - As we begin our descent, please make sure your tray tables are up and your seats are in their proper upright positions. Make sure all small carry on is below your seats and your seat belt is fully fastened. Thank you.*</i><br /></p><p><i>"Finally,"</i> I thought to myself as I put my stuff away. I have never been on an airplane for this long, it was almost a 15 hour trip.</p><p><i>*Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Selvadorada. Local time is 9 a.m. and it is currently 65 and sunny. On behalf of Simtropolis Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for flying with us and looking forward to seeing you onboard again in the future. Have a wonderful stay!*</i></p><p><i> </i>I grabbed my bags, left the airplane, and headed out of the airport to find a cab. I was able to find one very quickly and after giving them the address, we headed off to the house I would be staying in for the next four months. Once inside I unpacked and went straight to bed. I was exhausted and ended up sleeping all day, only waking up long enough to grab a quick sandwich and some water and then abck to bed.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eB5CKsGqCLo/YBhgnaKQ-uI/AAAAAAAAIJg/k2KrpGUQn0U74cefaVpBXDahOhGcm4mzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-53-45%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eB5CKsGqCLo/YBhgnaKQ-uI/AAAAAAAAIJg/k2KrpGUQn0U74cefaVpBXDahOhGcm4mzgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-53-45%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GP32jQUgc1Q/YBhgnSMAUDI/AAAAAAAAIJY/zB2I2uhE8uMwOr11dFbjnwxdyr1nXwZzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-55-20%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GP32jQUgc1Q/YBhgnSMAUDI/AAAAAAAAIJY/zB2I2uhE8uMwOr11dFbjnwxdyr1nXwZzQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-55-20%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ds07UeH37o/YBhgnfhy0LI/AAAAAAAAIJc/Kt-p8cPF_OQqFihscXXKNKfHVji9kaEmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-58-34%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ds07UeH37o/YBhgnfhy0LI/AAAAAAAAIJc/Kt-p8cPF_OQqFihscXXKNKfHVji9kaEmwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-58-34%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>The next day I went to Puerto Llamante Marketplace. In the brochure it stated to stock up on supplies before doing any exploring in the jungle. So I bought a bunch of supplies as well as a few souvenirs before stopping to have lunch. I ordered a Horchata and Empanadas de Verde.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mlsup8m8MA/YBhiHeA9SiI/AAAAAAAAIJ8/w6LV_da9xLg0P-9ib8i1dKyQz6Lx29O6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-03-14%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9mlsup8m8MA/YBhiHeA9SiI/AAAAAAAAIJ8/w6LV_da9xLg0P-9ib8i1dKyQz6Lx29O6wCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-03-14%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12S_qxpfkgY/YBhiHcQIrEI/AAAAAAAAIJ0/z81V9A9VLh4_DsZKaecIbGJKg7JDfNA4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-06-58%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12S_qxpfkgY/YBhiHcQIrEI/AAAAAAAAIJ0/z81V9A9VLh4_DsZKaecIbGJKg7JDfNA4ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-06-58%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEBRjhPKbQc/YBhiHfHBNTI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/NveI7w1Hvc0qwKpEVj1h0XXvIsepMJ6mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-04-19%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QEBRjhPKbQc/YBhiHfHBNTI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/NveI7w1Hvc0qwKpEVj1h0XXvIsepMJ6mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-04-19%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><span> While sitting down for lunch, I had the pleasure of meeting and chatting with an elder Selvadoradian name Juan. He told me some local history, taught me how to introduce myself, and also taught me about Madre Cosecha. She founded and built this wonderful place and the locals can often be seen paying their respects at her statue near the entrance of the marketplace.</span><br /></p><p><span><span> Over the next week I began exploring the jungle, finding some treasures, and talking to Juan while enjoying drinks at the Cantina. If I wasn't exploring or chatting with my new friend, then I would go to the marketplace to buy new items to mail home. I also tried a bunch of new food and would often pay the chef extra simoleans for his recipes.</span><br /></span></p><p><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcVqTay1Wu0/YBhjpSmHpBI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/OePwteDMHEAV8Pj1jSQC5xC5D50NlR4wgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-01-08%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcVqTay1Wu0/YBhjpSmHpBI/AAAAAAAAIKQ/OePwteDMHEAV8Pj1jSQC5xC5D50NlR4wgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-01-08%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BI4bAmPBWok/YBhjp99K0nI/AAAAAAAAIKk/TwPpXnTY0rkENto1FmT14OXlTPgUqmTxACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-13-20%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BI4bAmPBWok/YBhjp99K0nI/AAAAAAAAIKk/TwPpXnTY0rkENto1FmT14OXlTPgUqmTxACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-13-20%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27bZZeTWXwE/YBhjpgMzUiI/AAAAAAAAIKc/Qxi1f1b3h8EFFvltdQNH1OfKrsm8WutmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-10-40%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27bZZeTWXwE/YBhjpgMzUiI/AAAAAAAAIKc/Qxi1f1b3h8EFFvltdQNH1OfKrsm8WutmgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-10-40%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OH-Cvs0Ok0Y/YBhjpjfd96I/AAAAAAAAIKg/9FLVJoqpdAEKYnlSRdRm5P2b098Cup6tQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-12-31%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OH-Cvs0Ok0Y/YBhjpjfd96I/AAAAAAAAIKg/9FLVJoqpdAEKYnlSRdRm5P2b098Cup6tQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-12-31%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx4d301YjvI/YBhjpZmwhSI/AAAAAAAAIKY/2JrxYaNKd3YVU0fQw2Bej6iLVbBoD1WHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_11-03-14%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx4d301YjvI/YBhjpZmwhSI/AAAAAAAAIKY/2JrxYaNKd3YVU0fQw2Bej6iLVbBoD1WHgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_11-03-14%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><i>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</i></span><p></p><p><u>Lexi P.O.V.</u></p><p><span> </span>"I can't believe it's already our last day here." I said to Colton as I was getting ready. I gave Colton a quick kiss before going to get his coffee and our normal Sunday breakfast, potatoes, toast, and eggs. "You're in luck, this is the last cup of your favorite," I said as I walked back into our room. When I looked at Coltons face I knew this was it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wGr9pS5WAg/YBhle0YJ80I/AAAAAAAAIK4/iPJQCqqivSQ4buCyCBXFSJd7wq0km_0iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-29-21_10-45-03%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wGr9pS5WAg/YBhle0YJ80I/AAAAAAAAIK4/iPJQCqqivSQ4buCyCBXFSJd7wq0km_0iQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-29-21_10-45-03%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><span> He tried to smile, his way of putting me at ease, but it was to painful for him now. I ran to the living room to Dave, told him what was going on, and to get the car started. I grabbed our stuff and got Colton into the car. He laid on my lap in the backseat the entire time, in intense pain and refusing to drink anything.</span><br /></p><p><span>"Please Colton, just hold on a little longer," I pleaded with him. "We are going to be home as fast as we can."</span></p><p><span><span> I held onto Colton and talked to him, trying to stay as calm as I possibly could. We weren't fast enough though, Colton passed away 10 minutes away from home. I didn't know what to say or do, I just wept. I knew as soon as I got home that evening, I would be making the most difficult phone calls of my life.</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span><i>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</i></span></span></p><p><span><span><u>Mira P.O.V.</u></span></span></p><p><span><span><span> </span>Classes were going really good and I was learning so much. the only downside so far was my creepy roommate, who was getting creepier. She was always staring at me and I even caught her following me around a few times. We weren't allowed to change dorms and no one believed me about her because she pretended to be so nice and normal. the couple times I confronted her she would just laugh at me and tell me I was being to paranoid. One time I glanced at her computer and saw articles and pictures of me and my entire family (including my ancestors.) She was a total stalker and I didn't know what to do. I needed to get out of this dorm and ignore her, at least try to. I grabbed my stuff and and headed to the local coffeehouse to finish my homework so I wouldn't have to worry about it all weekend.<br /></span></span></p><p><span><span><br /></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyWCRSz0uJ4/YBhoTzxvPUI/AAAAAAAAILQ/3FeZN4H7gn4LaD-1fzlTEJuXxVVwO1e5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-06-39%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MyWCRSz0uJ4/YBhoTzxvPUI/AAAAAAAAILQ/3FeZN4H7gn4LaD-1fzlTEJuXxVVwO1e5gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-06-39%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U25zlAa4hfQ/YBhoTvVmiDI/AAAAAAAAILI/6GPgImvlwVsL9KNdJEmKgDU868--3Xo0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/01-31-21_9-07-57%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U25zlAa4hfQ/YBhoTvVmiDI/AAAAAAAAILI/6GPgImvlwVsL9KNdJEmKgDU868--3Xo0gCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/01-31-21_9-07-57%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0clNM4PDo8/YBhoTpjnvLI/AAAAAAAAILM/FyyJQOh9Cbwso2WdfUxDxPfgSlcpSp0FgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-01-21_9-05-20%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0clNM4PDo8/YBhoTpjnvLI/AAAAAAAAILM/FyyJQOh9Cbwso2WdfUxDxPfgSlcpSp0FgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-01-21_9-05-20%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>"Mira!" Jessie said as she came up to my table with Miranda and Cindy.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Hey girls, what's going on?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span> We sat together for awhile just talking and laughing. they were my first friends here and it seemed like we've known each other forever.</span><br /></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>"Girl, there is a huge party tomorrow night. You have to go!"</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>"I'm not..."</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>"Oh come on! You haven't gone to any school events since you got here."</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>"Okay fine, I'll go."</span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><span> The girls came over the next afternoon and we spent hours doing our hair and makeup. They even helped me pick out an outfit, one that I hadn't even taken out of my closet yet.</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DrCT3TJtUs/YBhq380IhtI/AAAAAAAAIL4/9K0nHNEMqf0mE2wp1keH5q_nmm5ygwhZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-01-21_9-06-57%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DrCT3TJtUs/YBhq380IhtI/AAAAAAAAIL4/9K0nHNEMqf0mE2wp1keH5q_nmm5ygwhZQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-01-21_9-06-57%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cUJcOcPmKA/YBhq36bzYPI/AAAAAAAAIL0/AjRdGyb2yVkSk1Cieud6tQsMdk5H4KoqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-01-21_2-54-51%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cUJcOcPmKA/YBhq36bzYPI/AAAAAAAAIL0/AjRdGyb2yVkSk1Cieud6tQsMdk5H4KoqQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-01-21_2-54-51%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span><span> There was a lot of people at the party, a huge bonfire going, beer pong, dancing, and really loud music. A few guys came up to us, wanting to dance, but we kept saying no. Most of them seemed like pigs and we didn't want anything to do with them. Only one was different, his name was Tristan. We talked a lot, danced, drank way to much, and exchanged numbers. We were inseparable most of the night and were pretty much all over each other. 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He would never call me, I probably seemed slutty. I decided to spend the day finishing my homework from Friday (since the girls interrupted me.) Then I did some studying and finished putting together my presentation, partly to ignore my roommate who had people over.</span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyoIiVdLb8g/YBhuvvYVneI/AAAAAAAAIM0/S7KNFkitRXI6pfw8cNAyNaFX5yKUC5ZBACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-01-21_8-02-31%25C2%25A0AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NyoIiVdLb8g/YBhuvvYVneI/AAAAAAAAIM0/S7KNFkitRXI6pfw8cNAyNaFX5yKUC5ZBACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-01-21_8-02-31%25C2%25A0AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span>*Phone rings*</span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span>"Hi mom!" I said, trying to sound like my cheerful self. "Whoa, mom slow down! What happened? ....oh my gods, no! I'll be there in a few hours....NO, I'm leaving right now!"</span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><i>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><u>Lexi P.O.V.</u></div><div><u><br /></u></div><div><span> </span>We all have known that Coltons death was coming but that doesn't mean it was any easier. I would have never guessed that this would be how our life together would end. Mika was pissed off because he couldn't make it back in time for the funeral. No airline would give him a last minute flight, no matter how much he offered to pay. After the funeral I officially signed everything over to Mira. I wouldn't be able to handle this on my own much longer. Mira was ready for this responsibility and I knew she would do our family proud.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmtXZaVLW04/YBi_GpZtpNI/AAAAAAAAINA/z7h_CzEok1Eij22TdVpHbY1SAZPYtjcaACLcBGAsYHQ/s1366/02-01-21_8-50-05%25C2%25A0PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1366" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JmtXZaVLW04/YBi_GpZtpNI/AAAAAAAAINA/z7h_CzEok1Eij22TdVpHbY1SAZPYtjcaACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/02-01-21_8-50-05%25C2%25A0PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div> I spent a majority of the following days reading new books and working in my garden, while Mira was back at school. I also talked to Mika a few times and enjoyed listening to him tell me about his time exploring the jungle and learning about the culture in Selvadorada.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-45871200102991900212021-01-22T08:27:00.001-06:002021-01-22T08:27:31.720-06:00<p> So...I guess it's been WAY longer than I thought since I've been able to post any updates. I went a long time without my PC due to it literally melting down but I recently got a new one instead of wasting money to fix the old one. Aside from the PC, there have been a lot of personal things myself and family have gone through which were much more important to focus on instead of focusing on a new computer.</p><p> I don't know if anyone is still following me or if anyone will see these posts. But since I'm slowly purchasing the Sims 4 games and I am working on recreating the Abruzzis, a new home for them, and getting their story going again. They are definitely going to look different but I am so invested in their story that I don't want to give up on them.</p><p> Anyways, I won't make this a long post, just a quick update. I look forward to reconnecting with my followers (if you're still around..lol) and the Sims community.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-8961204842186319092014-04-04T14:38:00.002-05:002021-01-22T08:34:44.149-06:00Chapter 12 - Finally Getting Older A couple days after the festival we were sitting in our tiny kitchen, after going out for breakfast. It was time for us all to start putting together lists of things we would need to start buying pretty soon.<br />
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"Hey guys, lets go!" Silvana shouted, causing us to jump as the door slammed shut. "Come on, hurry!"<br />
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"Silvana? What's wrong, is everything okay?"<br />
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It was a pretty long drive from the apartment to where ever we were headed but the scenery was beautiful. The houses were all amazing and a good distance away from each other. Looked like a great neighborhood to raise a family. As we all stared at the ocean, Silvana came to a stop outside a massive modern house.<br />
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"Welcome to your new home," Silvana said, as we all go out of the car.<br />
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"No way!" Mika shouted.<br />
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"This is our home?" I said, tears forming in my eyes. "It's beautiful!"<br />
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Aside from the house being empty of course, it was stunning. There was more than enough room for all of us plus some. There was a huge basement as well but it was far from being finished. The kids immediately picked out their rooms and then joined us downstairs, we wanted to start our shopping right away.<br />
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"Hey mom, can we go to the beach before we finish shopping?" Mira asked, as we were getting ready to go back out.<br />
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Over the next 10 months we had finally gotten back to our old selves again. The kids were doing really good in school and never missed a day of work. Silvana had earned our trust back and we were getting updates from Nick every once in awhile.<br />
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A few days before Mira and Mikas birthday Colton and I went to see our lawyer. It was time to have our wills made up, especially since we would become elders soon enough. Even though it took us a long time we finally decided who would become the new heir. We spent time watching our kids, which helped us decide who would be better at taking on this huge responsibility. We agreed to talk to the kids soon but not until after their birthday party on Sunday. Since they would be graduating on Monday and we still didn't know how much longer Colton would be with us (he was only getting sicker by the day,) it would be best to do it now before anything happened.<br />
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Sunday had finally arrived and it was time for the kids big party. We all arrived at the local hangout we booked a few hours before their friends would be showing up to get everything set up. Mira, Mika, and all their friends seemed to have an awesome time. Hanging out, playing lots of games, and eating a ton of food. It was so nice to see them having fun with their friends and joking around.<br />
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By the time we brought out the cakes, everyone was beginning to wind down and relax. Mika turned into a handsome man and Mira was beautiful! We said goodbye to everyone, cleaned up, and went home. It was time to get into comfy clothes, relax, and have a long talk.<br />
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That night I made a very nice dinner and our kids told us their plans now that high school was over.<br />
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"I want to take some time off and travel for a little while," Mika said "Then I will find a career and settle down. I have enough money saved up from working to afford this."<br />
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"I received a scholarship for my biology degree," Mira said, beaming "It's at our local college, so I wont be far from you guys."<br />
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Mira didn't mind that we would be leaving so soon. She would be busy getting ready for college and starting classes.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-44189783522056894552014-03-31T20:49:00.001-05:002014-03-31T20:49:50.495-05:00Chapter 11.9 - Summers End"There is something else I need to talk to you about," Silvana said, as we all sat in a private car of a train. Unsure where we were headed but didn't really care right now. "I understand that your family has moved a lot through the years and they have always longed for a permanent home. Moonlight Falls should have been that place but it isn't and none of us will ever be able to go back gain."<br />
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"Huh?" I said, unsure I heard her right "Why is that? That is our home, such a nice place?"<br />
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"Due to my connection with Ricardo being restored I am able to see everything he is going to do or is planning to do," Silvana said, before adding "I have put up a shield though to block him from seeing into my mind. Now, i'm sure you are curious where we are going. There is a place called Isla Paradiso and we are having a brand new home built there for you. This place is sunny, tropical, very friendly, and one place Ricardo will never be able to go due to the multiple shields that I have placed around every inch of it."<br />
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We thanked them but honestly we didn't care to much right now, we were still very upset about Ando. Thankfully the kids were still on break and wouldn't be missing any school and for now we were not expecting them to find jobs. After getting us settled into an apartment until our house was done, Nick left to be with friends. They were working on a way to free the slaves from the Underworld. Silvana had promised to stay with us and help us through our mourning time. But after 3 months she couldn't take it anymore. We never left the apartment, never met anyone, nothing. We just couldn't get over Ando. She had to get us out of this apartment, get us to meet people, and socialize. She made us clean up and get into the car. She knew where to take us to close out the summer.<br />
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"Seasonal festivals are a tradition here. At the end of the summer everyone is off work for Leisure Day. Lots of yummy food, a skating rink, soccer, contests, and laying in the sun before watching fireworks darting across the night sky." Silvana said, as we entered the park, trying to get us excited but then gave up and watched from afar.<br />
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"You want to enter an eating contest? That's surprising!" Mika said, trying not to laugh.<br />
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"Sure, why not?" Mira said "It sounds like fun."<br />
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It was more food than Mira and Mika had ever had at one time and they both pushed through it. But in the end Mira won and walked away with the bragging rights.<br />
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"That was fun," Mika said, after collecting his tickets.<br />
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"Yea it was but I don't want to see anymore hot dogs for a long time," Mira said laughing.<br />
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Silvana quickly came over and used her magic as best as she could to try to help.<br />
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"I'm sorry," She said, stepping back "My magic isn't helping at all."<br />
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"Lexi, I can try something," Nick said, bending down next to me "But there is a pretty big consequence."<br />
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"Do whatever you need to do! We cannot loose him, we just can't!" I sobbed.<br />
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Even though he wold end up regretting this, Nick leaned over and prepared to do something he vowed he would never do again. But at the last minute he stopped, the scent was not right.<br />
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"I can't do it, his blood has already been compromised, they were already in the process of changing him," Nick said, unsure of how this would turn out.<br />
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Within minutes Colton died and I began crying uncontrollably as I laid over his cold body. Everyone tried to pull me away but I wouldn't budge. I was not ready to say goodbye yet.<br />
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Suddenly Coltons hand twitched and then slowly closed around mine. As he began coughing, trying to breath, I sat straight up in shock. After catching his breath he tried his hardest to talk but couldn't get any words out.<br />
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"Why...why can't he talk?" I asked, still trying to stop crying.<br />
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As Colton opened his mouth Nick and I looked to see what was wrong and gasped with fear. Ricardo had mutilated Colton by having his tongue removed.<br />
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"They use to do this in the old days as a form of punishment for not cooperating," Silvana explained "But the vampire blood should have healed it."<br />
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Silvana then tried to use her magic again but, like before, it would not work.<br />
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"This is some very dark magic and he is not immortal either, I am so sorry," Silvana said, "I don't...I don't know how long he has."<br />
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"I'm so sorry babe...I will...we will," I stammered, as Colton looked at me, nodding his head once and giving me a small kiss.<br />
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"Guys, I am really sorry, but we need to figure out how we are going to get out of here. We need to go now before the Guardians get here. We will be punished if they see us among this...this massacre," Nick said.<br />
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Over the next few hours we slowly made our way to a different abandoned house in the slums, in the opposite direction we had originally came from. It was time to figure out how we were finally going to leave the Underworld. We needed to hurry to because we could faintly hear the Hellhounds, which meant the Anubis and Guardians would be at the Coven house very soon.<br />
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"Now, I need you guys to understand something, something I didn't get to explain before we entered the Demon Gate," Nick said, after we formed our escape plan. "As you know we have been here, in the Underworld, for four days. But time here is different than time in the mortal world. In the four days we have been here, a whole year has gone past n the mortal world."<br />
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"One year?! We have been gone for a year? What about school and work?" Mika asked, wondering how this absence would seem to the neighbors.<br />
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"All of that has already been taken care of, we will talk about it in detail after we get out of here," Silvana answered, Nick nodded in agreement.<br />
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"Alright, we know what our plan is, so lets all get changed. We have to leave within minutes," Nick said, standing up.<br />
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All of us changed into black clothes again, duplicates of the others but clean, and we left our creepy contacts in. We continued our long journey to a different gate, called the Orphs Gate, hiding and sneaking in and out of the shadows along the way. We all threw random potions around to distract any Anubis we came across. We managed to stay away from the Guardians, that were headed to the Coven house, and our helpful Hellhound was keeping all the other Hellhounds away from us.<br />
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"Hunny, we have missed you so much!" I said, as we cried and hugged him "We love you!"<br />
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Ando returned the feelings before asking to go back to the car. Little did we know he wasn't only tired but in severe pain.<br />
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"Silvana! Why didn't you tell us?" I shouted, stepping up to her, wanting to slap her," How could I have possibly trusted you?!"<br />
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"Lexi, I am really very sorry. I have been under that spell for so many centuries that I forgot who I was before. I have been here for your family all this time and I never meant to hurt any of you. When we stepped into the Coven house all of my memories of who I was came flying back. At that some time my connection with Ricardo was instantly restored. I am..." Silvana answered.<br />
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Before I could respond we heard a loud gasp come from Mira and Mika started yelling for help. We all ran over to Mikas car to see what was going on. Ando was propped up against the car, paler than normal, very weak, and his lips were tinted blue.<br />
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"Mum, dad," Ando began, trying so hard to keep breathing "I am so sorry, I should have listened, I should have known better. How could I have been so stupid?<br />
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"Oh hunny, no no. We really do understand, even though we weren't happy about it. I loathe Ricardo for all he has done but you needed to do this, you needed to find out everything for yourself," I said, crying once again, before looking to Nick. "What is happening to him?"<br />
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"I'm not sure, let me see him," Nick said, bending down to Ando. He began looking over Ando and then came across the huge gashes on his torso and cuts on his upper arms. "Oh Ando, why didn't you say anything earlier?"<br />
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"How did this happen?" I said, looking at Andos nasty wounds in disgust.<br />
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"These are werewolf bites and cuts, it must have happened during the fight. You all need to prepare yourselves, he is going to end up dying and very soon. There is nothing Silvana and I can do." Nick said, looking down with tears in his eyes.<br />
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"I am sorry everyone, I screwed up big time. I love you all....so much," Ando said, wincing in pain before closing his eyes.<br />
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Ando stopped breathing then and we all began crying like crazy. After everything we had been through to save Ando, we lost him once again, for good.<br />
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"You have learned a lot my son, you are a lot stronger than before. I told you that it would be good for you to be here with me and my Coven." Ricardo said, knowing his training would transform Ando into a killing machine.<br />
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"You have only taught me how to be an evil monster. At least Nick could have taught me how to be good, not how to treat mortals like dirt and for self gain."<br />
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<br />"Are you really still going on about that? That family is no good for you and their vampire friends are a bad influence on you, not me. They are also the ones that screwed you up, not me."<br />
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"No, you are the one that screwed up. You have done nothing but terrorize their whole blood line, stole everything from them, and kill nearly all of them. You don't deserve anything you have, if anything <u>you</u> should be <u>our</u> slave!" Ando said, raising his voice.<br />
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"You worthless little shit! I didn't even want you in the first place, I am only using you so we can kill your whole family. Once everyone of you is gone I will have complete control of everything."<br />
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"That will never happen, I will not let you do that! This has gone way to far!"<br />
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"What, and you think you are going to stop me? Think again!" Ricardo said, standing up and forcing Ando to stay seated.<br />
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<br />"Kore, darling, slow down. What's the rush?" Ricardo asked, stepping away from Ando.<br />
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"I don't know how but they have found a way in," Kore said, talking a little to fast.<br />
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"Easy my love, they who?" Ricardo asked, trying to calm her down.<br />
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"The vampire and that woman, they found a way into the cell room. They have three others with them too, two are teenagers." Kore explained.<br />
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<br />"<i>Mira, Mika</i>," Ando thought to himself, becoming scared for his brother and sister. He had not seen them since they were little and since he didn't know what they were now, he didn't think they would make it out of here.<br />
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"What! Get everyone together and release <u>all</u> of the Hellhounds. They will not escape, they all die tonight!" Ricardo shouted, looking pissed off.<br />
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"What do we do with him?" Kore asked, nodding her head towards Ando.<br />
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"Teleport him to the cell room, he will <u>not</u> go towards those people either! Make him stay in place, along with the others, until I saw so."<br />
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"Yes master," Kore said, making Ando disappear before walking out the door.<br />
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"Nick, why wont they move and why couldn't we go to them?" I asked in a whisper.<br />
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Everyone was still standing far apart and it was becoming freaky.<br />
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"Something is wrong, they don't seem to be themselves. Almost as if they are waiting for orders," Nick answered.<br />
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Suddenly, with a puff of smoke and bright lights, Ando was standing next to Loka, Ino, and Colton. He did not move an inch, standing just as still as the others.<br />
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"Ando!!" Mira and Mika shouted.<br />
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"Nick, something needs to be done. What can we do?" Mika asked, scared because now Ando was acting like the others.<br />
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"They need to be snapped out of this...but how," Calypso said, before Nick could say anything.<br />
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Before any of us could suggest anything, Ricardo and his Coven members ran in.<br />
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<br />"How dare you enter my house! You have all lived for long enough. It is time for you all to die, you worthless wastes of space!" Ricardo said.<br />
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"Release them all to us and we will leave," I said, trying to be strong.<br />
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"No, you will be leaving one way," Ricardo said, snapping his fingers. Werewolves came up to him and Loka, Ino, Colton, and Ando snapped out of their trance. He looked at the werewolves and added "Kill them!"<br />
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"Calypso, Mira, Mika," Nick yelled in a rush "NOW!"<br />
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Immediately the three of them began chanting a spell, in a language I had never heard before. The werewolves went down instantly, screaming in pain, and then they began tearing each other apart.<br />
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"You bastards! What did you d..." Ricardo began and then suddenly stopped. He had his head tilted, like he was listening to something. But then his attention became focused on Calypso, a look of shock and confusion coming over his face.<br />
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A stream of flames bolted towards Calypso, surrounding her and lifting her off the ground. She began twisting around before coming back down in a cloud of smoke. She looked completely different....she was stunning (aside from the black contacts still in place!)<br />
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"Silvana!! How is it...but...but where.." Ricardo stammered, trying to think of what to say. "I...I thought you were dead dear sister. Our connection was lost and I was so worried. But now here you are....and with them too! Why would you...."<br />
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"Oh shut up little brother! We didn't loose each other on accident, I purposely got away from you. I hate being around you and what you were doing. You had changed to much and <u>yes</u> I can still read minds, including yours. I <u>am</u> still a vampire, as you can see, but I also have the same abilities that a witch does. I am a hybrid now. I learned a spell to change me appearance in hopes that you would never find me and I also cloaked our connection as an extra precaution. I had orders to help them get here and defeat you, which I was more than happy to do. My spell slipped as soon as we entered this house, causing our connection to come back even stronger," Silvana explained.<br />
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We were all stunned, trying to wrap our heads around what was being said and how different she looked now. She had lied to me and my family for years!<br />
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"You bitch! How could you turn on me, what ever happened to being family?" Ricardo asked, clearly feeling betrayed.<br />
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"We are <u>not</u> family anymore, go to hell brother!" Silvana yelled before shooting a stream of power at Ricardo.<br />
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Silvana immediately noticed that Kore had to use a wand to perform spells and she took that opportunity to fling the wand out of Kores hand with one small burst of power. Then she used her powers to lift Kore into the air, causing Ricardo to take a couple steps forward.<br />
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"Stop now or else I will hurt her," Silvana warned "Let us all go, now!"<br />
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"Fine Silvana, fine! Just put her down first, please!" Ricardo said, pretending to be worried about what his sister would do to Kore.<br />
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"Attaccarli ora! Ucciderli tutti! (Attack them now! Kill them all!)" Ricardo shouted, as he and Kore teleported away.<br />
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"Nick, abbiamo bisogno uscire diqui. Ucciderli tutti lore e l'unico modo! (Nick, we need to get out of here. Killing them all is the only way!)" Silvana said, in a rush.<br />
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Nick nodded and turned towards Mira and Mika, as Silvana put up a temporary shield to protect us all.<br />
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"We need you guys to be very strong during this fight. We will fail if you guys don't help us as best as you can," Nick said.<br />
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Mira and Mika agreed and they all stood next to Silvana, as she moved the shield so that it only protected me. Within seconds of her doing this a huge bloodbath ensued.<br />
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Streams of power where shooting back and forth like a fireworks display. Vampires where being thrown across the room like bean bags, crushing everything they hit. The werewolves were trying to attack anyone they could before being dropped to the ground by Silvana, Mira, and Mika. Suddenly there was a loud, bright explosion of white light, blinding anyone that was still standing and throwing them across the room.<br />
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As my vision slowly came back I began to look around. Blood was beginning to seep into the cracks of the floors and walls, debris everywhere, and bodies and pieces of bodies were scattered all over the room. It was a massacre. Tears began welling in my eyes as I saw Ino, Loka, Anika, Kaylas lifeless bodies among the carnage. It was then that I heard Miras cry for help, causing me to quickly look for her. As soon as I found her a scream escaped my throat and I bolted to her side, dropping to my knees the second I reached them both.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-27167374935529438542014-01-14T18:47:00.001-06:002014-01-14T18:47:35.086-06:00Chapter 11.6 - The Underworld Part 2 Ricardo had called a meeting with some of his Coven members in his throne room. They all had a lot to discuss and to much to loose if they failed.<br />
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"Where are we? Have any of you found that bitch or the wimpy vampire?"<br />
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"Some of the less worthy Coven members are on their way to a shack that we suspect they are hiding out at in the slums. Those Coven members are also getting help from the Hellhounds."<br />
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"Good, they need to be captured!" Ricardo said, looking over to Bill, a werewolf that was working with Ricardo now. "Get the new slaves ready, they <u>will</u> kill these people if they wish to survive. They are to weak right now, they must be stronger, prepare Ando as well. If <u>any</u> refuse more than once then rip them apart!"<br />
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"Yes sir," Bill said, before bowing and leaving.<br />
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"There <u>will</u> end up being a fight but you all know what to do. You must be prepared for anything though, you never know what these people will have in store for us," Calypso said.<br />
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"They are easy to tell apart from all the other creatures due to their pyramid shaped heads. They wear white robes or black pants and carry long, rusted serrated knives. Also they are tall and muscular. Anubis are executioners, they can sense guilt or the want of punishment, so keep your minds clear," Nick said.<br />
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As we stopped behind another shack, sticking to the shadows, to take a breather we smelled smoke. We kept looking around until we spotted where the smoke was coming from. A shack was engulfed in flames and it was the one we were hiding out in just a couple hours ago.<br />
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"It had to of been caused by Ricardos little minions! We need to keep moving, we are still almost an hour away," Nick said, urging us to get moving.<br />
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"What the hell!" Nick yelled, before lowering his voice again. "Hellhounds <u>only</u> respond to Demons and they <u>never</u> lower their heads for anyone, not even their masters. What did you do?"<br />
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"I did a lot of research before we left, more than you ever cared to show us," Mira said, accusingly looking at Calypso, the Hellhound standing close to her. "You have to know what they want, what they really want outside of the blood lust they have towards everyone. I looked into her mind and gave her what she has been wanting. You also can't show them any fear. She has made all of the other Hellhounds stay off our trail and she is willing to help us. They are very intelligent creatures you know."<br />
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"Wow...just wow," Nick said, shaking his head.<br />
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We slowly walked forward about 40 yards or so before stopping at a wide, red river bank. The stench of decay had gotten worse and after staring at the river longer I realized that the river was not just red it was...blood! Nick quietly informed us that they called this river Styx, the river of blood but also known as the river of hate.<br />
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Nick led us to a boat that was waiting to take us across, the boat was being operated by some creature, who did not turn to face us at all. Our journey across the river of hate was particularly slow and every moment that passed brought us something new to hear and/or see. We suddenly heard the low growls of animals far off in the distance.<br />
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"They are called Hellhounds and you better pray we never come across them. The consequences an and <u>will </u>be fatal," Nick whispered, as we came to a stop.<br />
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The operator of the boat whipped around, pointing for us to get out, and the appearance caused me to scream and nearly faint.<br />
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"<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="hps">Perché sei qui</span><span class="">?" The woman said, in a demanding tone.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"Pardon?"</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"Why are you here?" The woman said again, lowering her weapon close to Mika's throat.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"We....uh....we caught him feeding off civilians in a town where vampires are illegal. In exchange for our lives we agreed to be his slaves," Mika said in a rush, trying to get his lie out quickly.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"Do <u>NOT </u>look at anyone...<u>if</u> we even see anyone," Nick said, as we began looking around, not seeing a single person...or creature. "Oh and so you know, that lady is what they call a Guardian. A high ruler of the Underworld, they are here to keep the peace."</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class=""> We slowly and quietly made our way around the slums that surrounded the "city" until we found an abandoned house....well more of a shack, to take cover in for a little while. It was time to regroup and discuss what we needed to do next.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"We need to get a grasp on how the slums and city are laid out," Nick said, as we all got settled in, "We also have to figure out where Ricardos house is and what the security is like."</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"So lets go, what are we waiting for?" Mika said, quickly jumping up.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class="">"No Mika, I have to go alone. Slaves are not permitted to be out at this time, it will be to suspicious if you guys come with me. You all need to stay here and be quiet. No fires, no nothing, you don't want to attract any unwanted attention to yourselves. <u>Please</u>, I want us all to make it out of here safely," Nick said quietly, before slowly sneaking out, making sure to stick to the shadows.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class=""> As I headed toward the city, I made sure to steer clear of the Anubis and Hellhounds that patrol the area at night, looking for trouble makers and slaves trying to escape. I saw many people and creatures in front of the slums starving, hurt, and sleeping everywhere. I felt bad for them and wished I could help but right now I needed to concentrate on what was most important to the people who had become my family.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"You heard me," The werewolf said, becoming even more angry "Got a problem with that? Not like you can do anything about it since I can easily kill you."</span></span><br />
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"Yes I do actually, that was an accident. I'm not looking for trouble but you're going to get mad over an accident anyways? Stupid puppy." I said, turning away, knowing that I was pushing my luck too far. The creatures here are nothing like the ones in the mortal world, they never back down.<br />
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Doing this was a major mistake, random killings were illegal here. Unless it was a slave, deaths only happened at the hands of the higher powers and guardians. The sirens went off immediately and the sound of the Anubis became overpowering. I saw movement in the shadows across the dirt path and took off right away before anyone could catch me and punish me.<br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class=""> We were all huddled together in the shack. Scared to move, listening to the noises and "critters" scurrying around. The shack smelled as bad as outside along with all kinds of other rotting smells. We did not want to find out why or from what.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class=""> We tried to sleep but couldn't, everything woke us up and we were all worried about Colton, Ando, and our friends. Suddenly we heard rustling and loud footsteps, causing us to slink further into the shadows.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"Guys....guys, where are you?" Nick whispered, panicking.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"Nick, finally!" Mika and Mira said, jumping up.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"I'm glad you guys are all safe," Nick said, as he placed scrapes of food and a bottle of liquer that looked like liquid diamonds on a rickety table. He quickly explained that all supernatural creatures drank it, it would help keep our strength up before adding, "We are going to have to lay low for a couple days."</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"Why, what's wrong?" I asked, becoming concerned.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"The creatures here are becoming suspicious as to why I brought all four of you at the same time. Also, we need to wait out a search that is going on for the killer of a werewolf. I think someone may have seen me but I disappeared as quickly as I could when I saw them. I also saw them turn and run to the Coven house.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"No but that doesn't mean..."</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"Oh no...oh no...what do we do?" Mira asked, beginning to panic. "What will they do to daddy...and Ando??"</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class="">"Easy, easy, lets not worry too much, that will only threaten our plans. We <u>will </u>figure this out," Calypso said, trying her hardest to calm us all down.</span></span><br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ro"><span class=""> Each cell had slabs of stone that they <u>had</u> to sleep on and a ratty little table and chair. Books were a privilege they had yet to earn. Clocks and calendars were forbidden as well as televisions and radios. It had been like this since the day they had gotten here and it didn't seem like it would get any better. Kayla and Anika promised that they would be freed but they had not been allowed to see them. Ando had been forbidden to even speak about Colton, Ino and Loka.</span></span><br />
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I plan on making something for you guys as my thanx, I will try to have something out by next week. :DUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-12822700984379309812013-02-07T18:03:00.001-06:002013-02-07T18:03:55.942-06:00Chapter 11.4 ~ The Demon Gate (Authors Note: I want to apologize ahead of time, my characters will
look different starting now because I lost all of my legacy sims. I hope
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It was a long, draining drive to Moonlight Falls and we were thrilled to finally get out of the cars and stretch our legs. Just looking around this place it was a lot different than Starlight Shores. No white sandy beaches that went on for miles and our house defiantly stood out from the rest of the neighborhood. We just might have to reconsider all the plans we had for this house.<br />
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Since Mika was still grounded, Mira drove the both of them to the school to register and get their class schedules. They would have two and half months off from school since they kids in town just started their summer break 2 weeks ago.<br />
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Then they headed over to the spa and grocery store to check in, their former bosses were more than willing to send out the transfer papers since they were such hard workers. They were both scheduled to start work in two weeks since the current work schedules were already full. After taking Mika back home, Mira headed back to town to get some shopping done. It was still pretty early so there weren't to many people out, but the stores were already open. We needed a lot of groceries since we had no food at all and Mira needed to pick up all of the magic supplies that Calypso had asked her to get. Mira was surprised at how easy it was to find everything Calypso needed, unlike back home were it was hard to come across most everything they needed.<br />
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"It's almost time, I still need to get some potions ready," Calypso said, a couple days after Miras shopping trip "I need you guys to get Nick and the others here."<br />
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<br />"Already here," Nick said, scaring Calypso as he walked in.<br />
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"Nick! You scared the shit out of me!" Calypso exclaimed, with a small grin as she playfully shoved Nick. "Is everything ready on your end?"<br />
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"Yes, we found a way in and hopefully we will be able to get out the same way."<br />
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"When can we leave?" I asked him, wanting to get this scary journey over with.<br />
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"Tomorrow, early in the morning. We have a pretty long drive," Nick said, before looking at Calypso "Will the potions be ready by then?"<br />
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"What should the rest of us do?" Colton asked.<br />
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The next morning we went over the maps once more and circled the two areas where the portals should be located. After packing our things into the cars, we headed out on our very long road trip.<br />
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Ino, Loka, Kayla, Anika, and Colton went into one car. It was hard for me to be separated from Colton in this situation but Nick had said it was for the best. They were on their way to the Mictlan Gate, once inside this would be the quickest way to the coven house. Kayla and Anika would be pretending to want back into the coven, even though that was going to be very difficult. Ino and Loka would be coming in as new recruits and Colton would be a new servant.<br />
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Mira, Mika, Calypso, Nick, and I went together in the second car. We would be entering through the Demon Gate, this was not close to the coven house by any means, but it would be a lot easier for us to sneak our way to the coven house without Ricardo noticing me. Nick had not explained what our role was yet and this had us all very nervous.<br />
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As we got closer the deep fog began rolling in until it engulfed the entire car. We drove for another hour before Nick pulled over and we all got out. He went to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out a couple of bigger bags that he had packed.<br />
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"What is all of that?" I asked him "I thought we could only bring a tiny bag?"<br />
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"Well, you guys are not going to like this at all," Nick began slowly, as he began taking clothes out of the bag. Clothes that were very distasteful and not something any of us would be seen in. "But you will all have to do it no matter what."<br />
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"Ummm, what do we have to do?" Mira asked, becoming very unsure as she studied the clothes with disgust.<br />
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"You all have to pretend to be my slaves and act like I am your master," Nick said, with a look that showed that he hated even the idea of doing this to us.<br />
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"Do you want to save Ando or not?" Nick yelled, taking me by surprise. I have never seen him so angry before. "We can easily just go back home and forget about your boy. I can just pretend to not care about the little selfish brat who decided he <u>had</u> to go wake up the devil that can kill us all."<br />
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"There has to be something different," Mika said, trying to calm us down.<br />
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"I'm sorry but there isn't," Nick said "Not for humans anyway."<br />
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"Yea and that makes this journey even more dangerous for you three," Nick said, trying his hardest to make us understand "You <u>have</u> to pretend to be normal humans, one little slip up will mean fatal consequences. No matter how I treat you guys or act towards you guys you have got to keep pretending. I will be the whole time."<br />
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After the four of us just sat there staring at each other, we all finally agreed on doing this even though we were not thrilled about it. We changed into the clothes without any more protest and then stood there very uncomfortable while Nick put the bags back into the car.<br />
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As we walked the last 40 yards to the Demon Gate we tried to not think about things to much. It was a very creepy walk, with all of the dead trees, intense fog, and Watcher only knows what kind of slimy, disgusting creatures were slithering on the ground past our feet.<br />
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Nick slowed down a bit before he began whispering without even passing a glance at us.<br />
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"You guys have everything hidden still right?" Nick asked quietly, yet still serious "Please remember the number one rule, <u>NO</u> slip ups. <u>NONE!</u>"<br />
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"Passaggio per cinque (passage for five)," Nick said sternly to the man, in perfect Italian.<br />
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<span class="" id="result_box" lang="it"><span class=""> Nick entered the portal first and then we slowly, shakily followed him, unsure what to expect when we stepped into the strange world. Within seconds we emerged into the Underworld, which looked more like a wasteland.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-16854637309974075172012-09-14T11:13:00.003-05:002012-09-14T11:15:55.649-05:00Chapter 11.3 - Spells Are Trouble After dinner Colton and I sat down with Mira and Mika. We explained everything to them like we did with Ando and then also brought up Calypso's theory of magic.<br />
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"If anything happens you need to let us know. Anything, like throwing kids back without touching them," Colton said.<br />
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"How did you guys find out?" Mika said, looking at Mira with a worried expression.<br />
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"School informed us about a confrontation you guys had with some classmates. Then that is when Calypso said that there could be a reason for all of this," I said.<br />
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"Wait, what exactly did she say?" Mika asked.<br />
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"There is a reason why all of these strange things are happening to the two of you. You are both very powerful, we think you guys could possibly be witches...or a witch and warlock to be exact." Colton said, still not fully believing it.<br />
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"WHAT! How is that even possible?!" Mira exclaimed, this explained so much!<br />
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"We did a lot of research on our family history," I began "From what I have seen your great great great great Nonna was a witch. We have noticed patterns of this gene skipping a few generations at a time, but it came back in full swing with you two."<br />
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"So, what do we do now?"<br />
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"Right now I need you guys to not do anything stupid," Calypso said, walking in.<br />
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"Like?" Mira said, becoming a bit snotty.<br />
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"<u>Anything</u> relating to magic, Starlight Shores is <u>NOT</u> ready for more supernatural creatures. They still don't really know how to deal with Vampires," Calypso said.<br />
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"You mean there are more out there like us?" Mika said, a bit of excitement in his voice.<br />
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"Like you and even more creatures. You will learn a lot more later on but for now you need to pretend like nothing is wrong, just act like normal teenagers." Calypso said, in a very serious tone.<br />
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<b><u>Ando's P.O.V.</u></b><br />
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"So, now that you know all about us and have seen the Coven house, are you ready to be a part of all of this?" Ricardo asked me "Ask me anything, anything you didn't understand, or anything else you want to know?"<br />
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"Yea, I do have a question," I said, becoming pretty disgusted "Why? Why have you guys hurt and tortured people? Why ruin peoples lives?"<br />
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"These low life mortals captured our kind hundreds of years ago Ando. They locked us all in a basement of a building and then burnt it down. My sister and I were the only ones that somehow escaped that building before it collapsed and we ran. Eventually we lost each other on our way back here. We both wanted to be reunited with our father and become involved with the Mafia again. Your great great great great Grandma had information on a man that we set up and put in prison that could ruin us and she knew way to much about my family, including the fact that Silvana and I escaped that building. Eventually after we killed her we tried to track down her daughter for many years and when we finally tracked her down we killed her because she knew everything her mother knew. You see, your great great great great Grandfather was the one that
locked us all away and ordered that building to be burnt down. Then we forced your family out of the Mafia and we took complete control. But that wasn't good enough for me, I wanted your family to suffer. But then you came along and now I have an even better plan." Ricardo explained.<br />
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"So, you don't even really care or anything. I am just a pawn in your little evil plan?" I said.<br />
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"No, you can be so much more, you have no idea how powerful you are. I can teach you," Ricardo said, with a slight smirk.<br />
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"This was a mistake, I shouldn't have done this. I am going home." I said, standing up.<br />
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"Ha. no you aren't," Ricardo said, snapping his fingers, then two big men walked in "You are not going anywhere. You have no choice, you will be joining us no matter what. You can be compelled to do anything I want, you are still just a weak little vampire."<br />
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The two men grabbed me and dragged me downstairs. As I struggled with them they threw me into a cell and locked the cell door, laughing as they walked away.<br />
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"Kayla....Kayla snap out of it!" I said, shaking Kayla a little bit as she came to.<br />
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"What did you see?" Nick asked her, as he walked over.<br />
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"Ando was struggling with two big men, they threw him into a cell. He wants to come home but Ricardo wont let him. Nick, these men were NOT vampires. I think they are...are..." Kayla said, extreme fear in her eyes.<br />
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"No, that is not possible! They <u>hate</u> vampires, they can kill all of us. How was he able to team up with them?" Nick said, after reading Kayla's mind.<br />
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"A vampires worst nightmare," Nick said, get up and turning away "Excuse me, I need to talk to Calypso."<br />
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"We have a big problem. Ricardo has somehow managed to team up with werewolves" Nick said.<br />
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"Werewolves, are you serious?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows, not really believing this. Vampires were one thing, I have gotten use to them, but werewolves? This had to be a joke.<br />
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"Well, this is the hard part. They are here...it's Mika and Mira" She said, hesitating a bit.<br />
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"What! No! It's too dangerous for them, they haven't even been trained at all!" I exclaimed, a little too loud.<br />
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"If you will allow it, I will heavily train them before any other decisions are made."<br />
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"I...I don't know," Colton said, very worried.<br />
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"Please, I can't do this on my own. I <u>need</u> their help if we plan on getting past these guys without our friends being killed in the process, possibly us too. If you let me train them I promise nothing bad will happen to them" Calypso pleaded.<br />
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"Okay okay," I finally said "Please hurry though, Ando needs us!"<br />
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"Ugh" Mira mumbled, as she flopped down on the couch next to Mika "I am so wore out!"<br />
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"Me to, this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Calypso are we done for the day yet? All we do is go to school and work and then come home , do homework and then train with you for half the night."<br />
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"I think you guys are <u>almost</u> ready," Calypso said, with a small smile. She had been working hard with them, just like she promised, and they were making great progress. "There are still a few more things we need to do. First, I need you each to create the best potion you possibly can. To make this even harder, you will need to go around town and gather your own ingrediants. I wont be handing them out this time."<br />
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"Great, those are almost perfect," Calypso said, very proud of her "students, and with a flick of her wand she sent all of her equipment back to her house.<br />
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"So, what do we do now?"<br />
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"There is still quite a bit but the next step is major. I need to go sit down and talk with your parents first, this probably wont go so well." Calypso said, concerned.<br />
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"We have to do what?!" Colton said, becoming upset.<br />
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"I know this is hard but it is very necessary," Calypso said.<br />
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"I'm sorry you guys, but it's an emergency, especially more now since Ricardo has <i>them</i> on his side. The ones there still don't like our kind but they have learned to live among us and attempt to get along. The kids will get much better training there," Nick added.<br />
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"Well, if we absolutely have to but what about our home?" I asked, about ready to cry. "We have put so much time and money into this house and there are so many memories here. Memories that a new house could never replace."<br />
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"I have thought about the house already, you wont have to sell it. I want you guys to see what is for sale and pick the property you want. I can use my powers to make your house appear there as it is here." Calypso said, trying her best to reassure us and dull the pain of moving.<br />
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"Oh wow, I had no idea you were that powerful," I said, smiling at her "Now what about the citizens there? Wont they have some questions about a house suddenly appearing out of nowhere?"<br />
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"A good amount of the citizens there are supernaturals and they wouldn't even give it a second thought. But, just so we don't raise any suspicions from everyone else, I can do a spell to put a "barrier" around the property. That will give the illusion of a home being built and people working while we are still taking care of things here. I need to find the spell and gather all of the supplies but I can have it done in two weeks, just pick the property." Calypso said.<br />
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"One other thing I want you guys to understand about moving to this new town. A lot of things are going to change, we all know that. Aside from living among different supernatural creatures there is one other major change this new town brings, that I don't think any of you have had the pleasure of experiencing," Nick said, trying to give us a bit more incite to this new town. "This new town will bring the changes of the seasons, it will not be sunny and warm every single day of the year as it is here. By the time we all make this move it will be the beginning of summer but that will only last for a few months. Hearing about the seasons change and experiencing it is two completely different things, so make sure you are prepared for that. I know this isn't as big of a change as being around lots of supernaturals but it is still a change."<br />
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"Oh, I can't wait for that," I said becoming giddy "I have always wanted to experience winter, playing in the snow, cuddling up by the fire."<br />
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"Okay then," Colton said, standing up and smiling at how excited I sounded "Lets all prepare for this big move then.<br />
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Two days before we were suppose to move, Colton and I did one last concert, before announcing that we would be retiring. We didn't go into any details but we made our concerts ones that would never be forgotten.<br />
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"Can we go out today?" Mika said, looking at me as he and Mira came into the kitchen "Since we are leaving tomorrow we wanted to spend the day with our friends and get a chance to say goodbye."<br />
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"Yea, please mum and dad?" Mira said, batting her eyes "It is really ncie out today and it would be a shame to waste it inside."<br />
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"Alright but please be careful," I said, reminding them that our family was still in danger.<br />
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Mira and Mika ran upstairs, changed, grab some things, and then left together to meet their friends. They all went to the pool for half the day, then they headed to Verde Park for a concert and then they headed over to Port - A - Party Warehouse to eat, hang out, and have fun. They had a great time shooting pool, singing karaoke, taking turns on the PlasmaPunch Gyroscopic Conductor , and chatting at the bar.<br />
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"Nice shot" Mika said to Mira, before noticing a very pretty (much older) girl staring at him.<br />
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"Mika, don't do anything stupid," Mira said, noticing what was going on "Mum said to be careful, there are still dangerous people after our family."<br />
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"I know Mira, geez" Mika said, rolling his eyes "Besides she doesn't look dangerous, i'll be right back."<br />
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It didn't take Mira long before she got bored, as Mika chatted, laughed, and flirted with the girl. Mira eventually went to the bathroom to freshen up and fix her hair but as she came out her heart began pumping very quickly.<br />
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"Hey you, get away from my girl," a buff man said to Mika, shoving his shoulder.<br />
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"Dude, obviously she doesn't want to be with you, she started flirting with me. Touch me again and that will be the last thing you do," Mika said, turning back towards the girl.<br />
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"You obviously need to get your hearing checked. I said get away from my girl," the man said again, throwing a punch at Mika.<br />
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"Oh, what's this? You think you are Harry potter now or something? What are you going to do with that little stick sissy boy?" The man said, cracking up.<br />
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"Mika! No!" Mira screamed<br />
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"This!" Mika said, flicking his wand and causing the mans head to turn into a frogs head and his skin a deep green color.<br />
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Everyone in the bar dropped their drinks, surprised, and the man was beyond pissed off as he saw his reflection in a mirror. Mika noticed Miras shocked expression, grabbed her hand, ran out of the bar, and sped home. Mira and Mika were home by 9 p.m. Mika was really pissed off at himself for what he did, he never should have exposed him and his sister like that. He attempted to avoid the storm that was sure to hit the house but there was no luck as I walked in with Calypso and Colton.<br />
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"Mika!! Why would you do that?!" I said, storming up to him, Colton not far behind me.<br />
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"You are grounded for a week, starting now!" Colton yelled at him "Give me your keys, you don't get your car for a week either."<br />
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"Dad, that isn't fair! We are leaving tomorrow and I have practice with Calypso and Mira. We have a new town to explore to!" Mika exclaimed, even more pissed off at himself than before.<br />
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"You can practice at home, we will get everything you guys need, Calypso will understand. You go to school and work, then you come home and do homework and practice. <u>Nothing</u> else for one week!" I said.<br />
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"But Mom!"<br />
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"No buts, keep going and I will make it two weeks. Now go to your room."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-66593142642182365242012-09-04T08:52:00.004-05:002012-09-04T08:52:57.012-05:00Chapter 11.2 - A New Challenge? Colton and I were sitting quietly, waiting for everyone to show up, it felt like it was taking them forever. I was beginning to become impatient when out of nowhere Calypso appeared in the archway.<br />
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"Calypso, finally!" I said jumping up.<br />
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"Something is very wrong. I could sense it and then you hung the wind chime."<br />
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"Ando is gone, he found Ricardo and he revived him," I said, beginning to panic again.<br />
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"No, no, this cannot be happening! It's worse than I thought!"<br />
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"What can we do?"<br />
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"We need to plan carefully and we are going to need help," Calypso said slowly.<br />
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"You are going to need our help," Nick said, as he, Kayla, and Anika teleported in "Ino and Loka will be here shortly.<br />
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"You did tell Ando everything, like I said right?" Calypso asked me, ignoring our vampire friends.<br />
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"Yes, every detail," I answered.<br />
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"We told him everything and then he said he knew already. A girl named Daisy told him and he left with her," Colton added.<br />
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"Daisy? Daisy Tortino?" Calypso asked, very upset "She is the daughter of Ronan Tortino, Ricardo's VP. She is involved with the Diavolo Coven."<br />
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"We need to get to Glenridge Hall, now," I said<br />
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"They wont be there anymore, they would be headed to the coven house. If we plan extremely carefully then we will take you there." Anika said, sincerely.<br />
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"Wait! Colton, Lexi," Kayla said, jumping up "Are you sure you want to do this, you have no idea what you are getting into. The world that is home to the coven house is more horrific than your worst nightmares, creatures that you have never seen before. Even if you do manage to get in, there is no guarantee that you will make it out alive."<br />
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"I don't care, we are going anyways," I said "Ando needs us."<br />
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Mira and Mika were playing in the sandbox at school, talking and laughing, when some kids from their class came over and began being very rude to them, once again.<br />
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"Oh look at the losers playing together like little babies," Mario said "Stupid losers, why can't you be normal, why do you have to be such freaks?"<br />
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"Maybe because their drop out brother is a nasty bloodsucking vampire," Rise chimed in.<br />
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"Or maybe because they have a terrible mother who doesn't care and would rather be on stage and getting drunk every night." Frank added.<br />
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Mira and Mika had had enough of all of this bullying and got up, ready to stand their ground. The kids began fighting with them but were suddenly thrown back the second Mira and Mika put their hands up.<br />
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"What the hell are you?" Mario yelled, as he and the other two kids ran back into the school.<br />
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"Mika...what just happened?" <br />
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"I don't know Mira....I don't think we should tell mum and dad," Mika said, before he and Mira ran to their next class.<br />
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Mika and Mira were sitting in the loungers near the waterfall at home, talking quietly .<br />
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"I wonder what happened earlier," Mika said, both still thinking about the days events.<br />
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"I know, that was really wierd," Mira said, staring at the water cascading down the rocks.<br />
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"What do we do? Do we tell mum and dad?"<br />
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"They wont believe us, besides they are to concerned with Ando, they probably wouldn't even care. I don't think they even remembered that our birthday is only two days away."<br />
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It was late into the night when Mira suddenly woke from a bad dream. As she was getting a drink of water from the kitchen she was startled by a movement outside in the backyard.<br />
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As she slowly made her way outside the figure turned and faced her.<br />
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"Who are you?"<br />
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"Your family is in over their heads, they better watch it," The odd stranger warned.<br />
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"I don't understand, what do you mean?"<br />
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"Someone will die," The stranger said, before vanishing.<br />
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Mira ran inside and anxiously woke her brother up, telling him about what just happened.<br />
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"Mira, I just had a dream exactly like that except the odd stranger was talking to me."<br />
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"What is this all about? How could we have gone through nearly the same exact thing?"<br />
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Mira and Mika were both even more confused than before but decided to try to go back to sleep.<br />
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"Happy Birthday," Colton and I said, as I placed plates of crepes in front of Mira and Mika. They loved crepes and I knew this would be a nice surprise for them this morning.<br />
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After breakfast I did the dishes and then we all lounged by the pool for awhile, the kids swimming now and then. With all the planning we had been doing lately, Colton and I wanted to spend the kids birthday just hanging out at home as a family.<br />
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"Why don't you guys go get washed up and changed and then come back out," I said, with a smile.<br />
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"Yes and hurry, we have some surprises for you," Colton added.<br />
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When Mira and Mika came back out we surprised them with their birthday cakes. After blowing out their candles the sparkly transition consumed them once again.<br />
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"Cadillacs?! Oh my gosh, thank you so much!" The chimed at the same time.<br />
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"We can start driving lessons tomorrow," I said, smiling at their excitement.<br />
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"Go check out your rooms," Colton added "The rest of your surprise is up there.<br />
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As Mira and Mika went running inside Calypso came over, rather quickly too.<br />
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<br />"Lexi, Colton," Calypso said, looking intrigued "We need to talk.<br />
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"What's going on?"<br />
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"There is something with Mira and Mika, I sensed it before but I sense it even more now that they have aged up," Calypso began "I think you need to talk to them like you did with Ando."<br />
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"What do you think is going on with them?" I said, becoming a little confused.<br />
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"I....I think they may have some kind of powers...or are at least powerful in some way," Calypso said.<br />
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<br />"Ha, like witches or something?" Colton said, laughing a little.<br />
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"Yes, exactly like a witch or warlock," Calypso said, very seriously.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-12043663686364601182012-08-21T11:05:00.002-05:002012-08-21T11:05:39.800-05:00Chapter 11 - Awaken Colton and I sat excitedly in the living room as we waited for Ando to come downstairs. Today was the night of homecoming and we hoped it would be just as fun as ours was.<br />
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"You look so handsome Ando!" I said, as he walked in.<br />
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"Yes you do, you are going to have a great time. By the way, who is this secret girl you are taking?"<br />
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"Uh..."Ando began, just as the doorbell rang "Bye mum and dad."<br />
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As Ando opened the door and greeted his date I saw someone I did not expect.<br />
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"Wait Ando....no you will <u>not</u> go with..." I started to say, but was stopped short when he shut the door and they got in the limo. "Oh Watcher no! Did he really just leave with...."<br />
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"Daisy? Yes..." Colton interrupted.<br />
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"This is bad, we need to do something!"<br />
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<u><b>Ando's P.O.V.</b></u><br />
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"Why don't we stop here, get changed and maybe grab some food," I said, pointing to a a store/gas station that was just outside of Starlight Shores.<br />
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"So, how do you know my father?" I said to Daisy, as we sped down the interstate.<br />
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"My father is Ricardo's oldest friend and VP of the company and coven."<br />
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"How long has he been missing?"<br />
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"He has been missing for 17 years. We cannot find him, even after searching his home."<br />
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"That is a long time, are you guys absolutely positive that he isn't dead?"<br />
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"Yes because that is not possible. He is an original."<br />
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"An original? I am the son of an original, I must be powerful," I said, as Daisy looked at me with a big smile and nodded.<br />
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"Look," She said, as we turned into a driveway "We are here, this is your father's house."<br />
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"This place is amazing."<br />
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"Yes it is, I remember spending many summers here."<br />
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"Well, lets start looking. Search every bit of the house."<br />
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We searched well into the night before reaching the downstairs area that was almost all jail cells.<br />
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"Nothing," I said, becoming irritated.<br />
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"He <u>has</u> to be here, this is the last place he was. We need to..."<br />
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"Wait, look at this," I said, feeling along a wall that felt different than the other walls.<br />
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Suddenly a door appeared and creaked open.<br />
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"A secret door, of course!" Daisy said, becoming excited.<br />
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"Is that...?" I began<br />
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"Your father....Ricardo!" Daisy said, as we walked up to the lifeless body laying on a slab of cold stone with a strange knife buried deep into his chest. "How did they know!?"<br />
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"Know what?"<br />
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"That knife is the only thing that can kill an original!" She began "<u>But</u> there is a catch, it has to stay in for them to stay....non-living."<br />
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"I will fix that," I said, walking up to Ricardo and yanking the knife out.<br />
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"Now we wait until he wakes up," Daisy said, sitting down.<br />
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"Something is very wrong!" Calypso said, fear clear in her eyes.<br />
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<b>*</b>Phone rings and I answer quickly*<br />
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"Ando?!" Are you okay? What's going on, we have been calling you!" I said, as Colton came running into the kitchen "NO NO NO!!! You didn't.....why would you?!" I yelled, before dropping the phone when Ando hung up.<br />
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"What is going on? Is he okay?" Colton asked.<br />
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"He found Ricardo, Daisy helped him and....he...he took the knife out! Ricardo is waking up!<br />
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"What are we going to do?"<br />
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"I need to get Calypso here....you need to get Anika and Kayla here, probably Nick, Ino, and Loka as well," I said as I hung up the wind chime Calypso had given me.<br />
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"So what exactly happened to you? My father has been worried," Daisy said, as she handed Ricardo a drink.<br />
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"Your father, who is your father?<br />
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"Ronan...don't you remember?"<br />
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"I'm sorry, I am still trying to recover, yes of course I do. Thank the Watcher my dear friend is still alive. Two vampires from our coven turned on me and the woman I was keeping prisoner stabbed me with that knife," Ricardo explained.<br />
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"They turned on you! How or why would they even do that??"<br />
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"I honestly don't know, I should have been able to sense it. But when I find them...." Ricardo said, before stopping short and looking at me. "Wait, do I know you? What is your name?"<br />
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"No sir you don't, my name is Ando...Ando Abruzzi."<br />
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"Abruzzi! Who is your mother?"<br />
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"Lexi Abruzzi, you know the woman you kept captive and raped," I said, becoming surprisingly irritated, I think because I didn't know everything. "She told me that she had to escape, she was afraid of what you might do to her if you found out she was pregnant....afraid of what you might do to me."<br />
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Ricardo sat in silence, just staring at me and sipping his drink.<br />
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"Wow, I can't believe this turn of events," Ricardo said, before looking at Daisy. "and you brought him here?"<br />
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"Yes sir," Daisy said, a look of worry coming across her face.<br />
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"Take us to the coven house, I need to speak with Ronan," Ricardo said, before noticing Daisy's look of fear. "Ando and I cannot teleport yet, neither of us are strong enough. But you are, I know you can do this and you <u>will</u>."<br />
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We decided to have a small birthday party for the kids and just invited Chase, Jolene, and their two kids (who were now teens.) We hadn't seen them in a few months and thought it would be a great way to catch up.<br />
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"Unky Ace, Unky Ace!" Mira and Mika said in their cute baby talk as they hobbled over to Chase.<br />
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They never see him much but they always seem to remember him, no matter how much time has passed. He loved his niece and nephew as much as his own kids, and I was the same way with his kids.<br />
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The it was time to blow out the candles and watch our children's sparkly transition.<br />
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Ando was first<br />
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Everyone cheered and looked so happy except Ando. He didn't seems as happy as everyone else, kind of grouchy looking.<br />
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After the kids left for school the next day we immediately began renovations on the house. They would each have their own rooms, finally. It would be a few days before the renovations were done but the kids were very excited since they would get to pick out what was in their rooms.<br />
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When they got home from school we sat down with Ando while Mira and Mika did their homework and then played. It was time to tell him everything that happened in the past and what Calypso had said.<br />
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"She was right!?" Ando said, become flustered.<br />
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"What? Who?" Colton said, confused.<br />
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"Daisy, she told me that you weren't my real father, that Ricardo was."<br />
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<u>Ando's P.O.V.</u><br />
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"Where do they think you are?"<br />
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"At the library, studying for my AP Bio test. I don't care if they find out I am with you though. They lied to me for so long they can deal with it."<br />
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"Well, thanks to me you knew what they were going to tell you ahead of time." Daisy said with a smile.<br />
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"When can we go?" I asked her, anxious to leave.<br />
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"Saturday, while everyone is at the homecoming dance. We can pretend to go and then change out of our formal clothes when we get out of town."<br />
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"Sounds perfect," I said, before pulling her closer.<br />
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"This is so strange, there is nothing on this Daisy girl. No birth record, no school records, nothing," Jolene said, as she stood up. "I don't understand how there can't be anything."<br />
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"That cannot be right," Colton said "You will keep searching though, right?"<br />
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"Yes, of course. I will call you guys if I find anything."<br />
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"What is she is someone from the Diavolo coven that Calypso warned us about?" I said as we walked out of the 12th precinct of downtown Starlight Shores.<br />
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I walked into the kitchen, unaware of what I was about to see.<br />
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"COLTON!!!" I screamed, as I burst into tears.<br />
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"What is it?" He asked, running in before stopping instantly.<br />
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"It's starting isn't it?" I sobbed, as he pulled me close to him.<br />
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"I...I think so," He said, still holding me as we stared at my parents dead bodies on the floor.<br />
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Burying my parents was the hardest thing I have ever done but having to tell our children why their Nonna and Nonno weren't going to be around anymore was almost as tough.<br />
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<u>Author's Note</u><br />
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This was a hard chapter to write because Haley and Luca were great additions to my story and Haley was one of the only Abruzzi family members to some how survive my computer melt down. On top off having to "deal" with their deaths I also had to deal with another beloved family member passing away. Let's take a moment of silence for Cleo Abruzzi.<br />
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<u><b>R.I.P. Cleo</b></u><br />
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Colton and I had gigs two weeks later and in the middle of our shows we both announced our marriage and that we were expecting an addition to our family. 8 months later we did just that and welcomed Mika and Mira into our loving family.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-1540359487816469012012-07-17T18:22:00.000-05:002012-07-17T18:22:07.194-05:00Chapter 10.7 - Calypso After getting a few thing together Colton and I jumped into his truck and sped to the other side of town.<br />
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We were both very excited yet nervous and I was shocked that Colton didn't get pulled over because of his speeding. As we neared the property Colton slowed down as I searched for the house number that matched what dad had written down.<br />
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"Here, it's this one," I said to Colton<br />
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"Lexi, are you sure this is it?" Colton asked me as we stared at the property.<br />
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"This is the address dad wrote down."<br />
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Looking at the property I began doubting what my dad put on the paper. It was just a property with a hill on it. It was nicely landscaped and had some fencing but there was no house here. We got out of the truck and headed towards the property anyways.<br />
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"Wait Lexi, look," Colton said, pointing towards the base of the hill.<br />
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"There really is a house here," I said, as we walked towards the front door of the dirt covered home.<br />
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As I knocked on the front door I heard kids yelling and playing inside. The front door opened slightly and a lady about our age peeked through the opening.<br />
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"Can I help you?" The lady asked, looking scared as her eyes darted back and forth between Colton and I.<br />
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"Calypso?"<br />
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"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are talking about," She said, beginning to shut the door.<br />
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"Wait, please," I said, suddenly remembering what mum told me to say "The sun is shining..."<br />
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"But the ice is slippery," She said "Who are you?"<br />
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"I am Lexi Abruzzi, daughter of Haley and Luca Abruzzi, and this is my fiance, Colton Daniels."<br />
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"Haley and Luca! Please come in," Calypso said, swinging the door open "Hurry, they could be watching."<br />
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"Your parents, they are okay now? I heard about the kidnapping."<br />
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"Yes, they are at home now. My mum told me to come talk to you, she said"<br />
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"how did you escape? No one ever escapes from Ricardo," She said, interrupting me like she was trying to avoid what I had to say.<br />
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"I had help from two other vampires, I stabbed him in the heart with a special dagger," I said, noticing Calypsos eyes widen.<br />
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"Do you know what you have done?" Calypso asked, I shook my head "The whole Diavolo coven will be searching for you when they realize Ricardo, their ruler, is missing!"<br />
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"Yes, I do have everything you need but you must realize something. This will only hold them off for a bit, it will not stop them. It may take a few years but they <u>will</u> eventually come after you. They might even wait until your kids are teenagers or young adults and go after them instead. When your kids become teenagers you must explain everything to them, they need to be warned about these evil monsters or else they will just become more victims!"<br />
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"We wont let that happen, no matter what!" Colton said.<br />
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"No we wont," I agreed "But we still need everything you have."<br />
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"Be sure you go through everything carefully before deciding on a course of action. One wrong decision could be your last," Calypso said, before handing me a small wind chime "Also, if you ever need me for anything just hang this out your window."<br />
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"I just will," Calypso said, standing up and walking to the front door "Now if you don't mind, I have things to get back to."<br />
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"Yes sir...they just left..."Calypso said shakily "...Yes, I gave them the box and the wind chime...okay...yes..yes sir."<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-136054862834102362012-07-09T23:25:00.001-05:002012-07-14T09:44:40.182-05:00Chapter 10.6 - So Much Excitement It has been six months since we came back to Starlight Shores and everything seemed to be falling back into place. Of course we have had to talk to the police a lot and I couldn't return to work because of the pregnancy but we were all safe now and that is what mattered. Colton was even living with us now, partially because of safety but mostly because we couldn't stand to be apart any more than we already had been. Anika and Kayla moved into Colton's old house with Nick, Ino, and Loka, that way they would all always be close to us. We still had not found Calypso yet and we decided to take a break for now. I was extremely huge now and the rest would do me some good. Colton and I spent everyday together, having picnics, going to the beach, walking Cleo, playing video games, and also adding a baby room to the house. We wanted to redo a good portion of the house but we really didn't have the time or the money to do that before the baby's arrival.<br />
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After having a delicious dinner with my parents one night, my mum and I went outside to lounge by the pool while Colton stayed inside with my dad to talk. It's hard to say what they were talking about, Watcher knows I am curious, but I tried to not worry about that. Now was the time to relax and talk with my mum.<br />
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The next day was very busy for all of us. Mum and I spent the day at the spa, buying clothes, and talking to my agent. Dad and Colton worked on some project at the house that was apparently very important and Colton also had a gig and a few sing-a-grams to do.<br />
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"Hey baby," Colton said, giving me a hug as he came into our room "how are you feeling?"<br />
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"Alright, pretty tired though."<br />
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"Okay, give me a few minutes," I said, giving him a kiss.<br />
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"Lexi," Colton said, taking my hand and helping me stand up "When you were kidnapped my whole world turned upside down. There wasn't a day that went by that I did not spend searching for you. Having you back is like a gift from above, I thank Watcher everyday that you are back where you belong and safe. My life isn't complete with out you Lexi and I don't ever want us to be apart again. What I am trying to say is...Lexi will you do me the honor of becoming my beautiful wife?"<br />
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"Yes! Yes Colton, I would be honored to marry you!" I said as he put the ring on my fingered and I leaped into his arms, as best as I could.<br />
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Suddenly before I knew what was going on, I was doubled over in the worst pain I had ever felt. I didn't know what was going on but it felt like the pain was killing me.<br />
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"Lexi, your water broke," Colton said noticing the water accumulating at my feet "We need to get you to a hospital now!"<br />
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"This can't be happening, it's too early!" I said as Colton led me to his truck and we headed to the hospital.<br />
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After being in labor for over 10 hours, our baby finally made his appearance. Colton and I agreed on naming him Ando. Even though I was still disgusted about how I became pregnant, Ando was so adorable and it didn't take us long to fall in love with him. When we finally got back home I laid Ando in his crib. While Colton showered I just stood there watching Ando sleep. I was still very unsure about this, it just didn't seem right.<br />
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"Lexi! Lexi, wake up!" Colton shouted at me.<br />
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"What? What's wrong?" I said bolting out of bed. Something had to be wrong, Colton was suppose to be at work not here.<br />
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"Come to the living room, hurry!" Colton said, grabbing my hand and dragging me downstairs before I could even get changed out of my night clothes.<br />
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"What's wrong?" I said nervously.<br />
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"We know where Calypso is," My mum said<br />
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"Where? Where is she?"<br />
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"She is here, in Starlight Shores. About 15 minutes away from here," My dad said, handing me a piece of paper with directions on it.<br />
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"Colton lets get ready! Mum, dad, do you mind watching Ando while we are gone?"<br />
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"No, no, just go! Hurry!" My dad said.<br />
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Colton and I rushed to get ready and then left for the other side of Starlight Shores.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-32348572511774848112012-06-29T19:36:00.003-05:002012-06-29T19:36:53.768-05:00Chapter 10.5 - My Love Anika, Kayla, my parents, and I spent a week on a train to get back to Starlight Shores. It was a long, tiring week but it would have been to much if they had tried to teleport us all back and this way no one would question how we suddenly got back. While we were on the train I used the magic ointment on my parents wounds, fed them a lot to help them get some meat on their bones, and we all changed our clothes.<br />
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When we finally arrived in Starlight Shores, Kayla took my parents home and Anika came with me to Colton's house. I was so nervous, it had been almost a year and half since we had been together, and I didn't think I would be able to talk to him alone. We stood in front of his house for a few minutes before I finally pounded on the door. Colton opened the door a moment later and just stood there in shock.<br />
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"Le...Lexi?" Colton said, stammering until I gave him a huge hug and began crying "Are you alright? How did you escape?"<br />
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"I'm...okay I guess. We killed Ricardo...sort of."<br />
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"We?" Colton asked before looking behind me "You! You were at the cabin!"<br />
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"It's okay Colton, she helped me escape and Kayla did too."<br />
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"Colton, if we can go inside we can explain everything," Anika said.<br />
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"Lexi, you are such a bad ass!" Loka said when we told them about me stabbing Ricardo "That was so brave of you!"<br />
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"So, this Calypso lady is suppose to be able to help you?" Nick asked me.<br />
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"Yes, I guess she has a lot of information for me that will help untangle this web of craziness," I answered.<br />
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"But we will have to have Haley and even Luca help us in finding her," Anika said.<br />
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"Oh Lexi, you have no idea how happy I am that you are finally here!" Colton said, pulling me into another hug and kiss.<br />
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"Colton," I said, pulling away still feeling a little uneasy about anything to do with intimacy "You wont want to do that after I tell you this."<br />
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"and...and now i'm pregnant," I said bursting into tears again.<br />
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"That bastard raped you?! What kind of monster would do that? I will kill him...well bring him back to life and then torture him and kill him again!"<br />
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"I'm so sorry Colton. I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore."<br />
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"Lexi," Colton said sitting on the ground with me and pulling me close "Of course I want to be with you! Just because the baby isn't mine doesn't mean anything, we will get through this <u>together</u>. I swear to Watcher that you will <u>not</u> go through this alone and I will help raise this baby as my own. I will always be here, I love you so much!"<br />
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"Oh hon, I love you to!" I said, hugging Colton.<br />
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"What? No...are you positive?"<br />
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"Yes, i'm so sorry hun. You are almost 2 weeks along."<br />
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My eyes bugged out, I couldn't believe this....it just couldn't be! I only wanted babies with Colton, <u>NOT</u> some nasty, controlling pig! How would I even explain this to Colton? Since I don't believe in abortion, Colton would either have to accept this or just move on with his life....if he hasn't already.<br />
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"Okay, everything is finally done, it only took a month and a half." Kayla said "We need to do this tonight!<br />
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"I agree, you will defiantly be showing a baby bump soon instead of looking a little bloated," Anika added "He cannot find out!"<br />
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"Okay, all of our supplies are under my bed."<br />
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"What the hell do you girls think you're doing?" Ricardo said in shock as the girls stepped in front of him "Put those away now."<br />
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"No Ricardo, that's not going to happen," Kayla said, pointing the gun at Ricardos heart "We are done putting up with you and all the crap that revolves around you!"<br />
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Within seconds they were all fighting like I don't know what. Throwing each other across the room, breaking almost everything in their path. I was beginning to worry until I heard gun shots and saw Ricardo fall onto the coffee table, swearing and yelling in pain.<br />
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"Lexi, NOW!" Anika yelled<br />
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I bolted forward and jammed the knife as hard as I could into Ricardos chest. I was amazed with myself that I actually had the courage to do this.<br />
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<i>"Good job."</i> I thought to myself, as I watched Ricardo twitching in pain until he eventually stopped breathing.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-55431063709111883862012-06-26T18:28:00.002-05:002012-06-26T18:28:18.857-05:00Chapter 10.3 - Unexpected Help When I awoke the next morning I was tangled in my sheets and very sore and tired. I tried so hard to remember the events from the previous night but I couldn't seem to remember anything after the moment Ricardo came in my room. It was so strange and I was so confused.<br />
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As I woke more and looked around I noticed that someone had left me a plate of crepes for breakfast on a new table in my room. I smiled as I ate, thinking that Kayla had left this for me since she was being so nice, until I saw the note.<br />
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<i>Lexi,</i><br />
<i> Last night was great. It has been a long time since I have been with a human, especially one as hot as you. I look forward to spending more nights like that together and spending everyday together...like for the rest of your life since you will not be leaving here ever.</i><br />
<i> </i> <i>~Ricardo</i><br />
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<i> </i>I suddenly felt sick after reading this, there was no way I would be spending the rest of my life here, especially with a sick bastard like him. Reading that note reminded me of what had happened last night and I ran to the bathroom and threw up.<br />
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<i> </i>Once I cleaned up a bit I just sat next to the bathtub and thought about what had happened. Ricardo was in for a rude awakening if he thought that I would just go along with this.<br />
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I eventually got up and picked out some different clothes from the closet. After I got dressed I listened at the bars for a moment before taking Kayla's box into the bathroom. I used some of the magic ointment on my face and hands first. It smelled like coconuts and felt so refreshing, plus it healed my face instantly. Then I put on the necklace, some of the new make-up, and then re-did my hair.<br />
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After I finally looked somewhat like my old self again, I quickly looked through the escape items. There was a map of the grounds, a floor plan of the house, a gun with silver bullets, and a bottle of...dust? I put everything back in the box and under my bed before laying down. I still didn't feel so good.<br />
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"Lexi?.....Leeeexiiiii?....."<br />
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I slowly opend my eyes and saw Kayla <u>and</u> Anika standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me.<br />
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"Lexi, are you alright?" Kayla asked.<br />
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"Yea, I just wasn't feeling good earlier, so I laid down. Why?"<br />
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"You have been asleep for almost 2 weeks, that's why!" Anika said sounding concerned.<br />
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"What!?" I said sitting up a little too quickly, causing my stomach to turn again.<br />
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"Easy Lexi," Kayla said when she saw my face become paler than normal. "I am so sorry, we know what Ricardo did to you. We walked in on him more than once while you were passed out. We think he may have slipped you a knock out drink while you were just asleep one night. We are completely disgusted over what he did, it is so wrong!"<br />
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"He is such a pig!" Anika said "I know what Kayla told you. We are all going to escape Ricardo's grasp together!"<br />
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"But he will kill you!"<br />
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"Not if we kill him first! Sneaky like so he wont be expecting anything," Anika said with a big grin.<br />
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"How is that?" I asked, confused<br />
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"Ricardo along with his family are all Originals. That ash is the only thing that can kill them. But the knife, or whatever is used with the ash, <u>has</u> to stay in them for them to remain...well dead."<br />
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"There is one small catch though. Only a human can stab an Original with this ash. So we need you to do it because if we do we will do instantly."<br />
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"Okay, lets do it!" I said, not caring that I was the one that had to stab him. I just wanted out of here!<br />
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"Lexi, I have something I need to say real quick," Anika said, looking upset "I am so sorry for how I treated you. I just didn't want Ricardo to know I wanted out."<br />
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"It's okay Anika, I understand. Kayla explained everything to me, I forgive you."<br />
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Suddenly I felt sick once again and ran to the bathroom to throw up. What the hell was wrong with me?<br />
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"Lexi, what's wrong?" Kayla asked me when I rejoined them.<br />
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"I dunno, I still feel sick. That is the second time I have thrown up," I said feeling a bit weak.<br />
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"I thought so," Anika said, her eyes snapping open.<br />
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"What? What's wrong with me?"<br />
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<u>Author's Note:</u><br />
Sorry about the change of clothes the last time Lexi ran to the bathroom. *shakes head* Silly girl didn't need to change.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3189636201566703244.post-50951242076395896972012-06-25T20:45:00.001-05:002012-06-25T20:45:15.681-05:00Chapter 10.2 - Forced After I changed into the night clothes that were left out for me, I looked at myself in the mirror. There was only one person in this whole world that I would wear this for and oh Watcher, how I wish I was with him now.It has been so long since I was last with him or even seen him, he probably forgot all about me.<br />
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It was very odd looking, hand carved and was covered in something like dust. Just as I turned it over I heard a noise from down the hall, so I quickly hid the knife under the mattress. When I saw Kayla walk up I knew I didn't need to be too worried, she seemed to be the least dangerous out of the three.<br />
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When she turned towards me after closing the cell door I saw that she was carrying a box. Watcher only knows what she had in the box, but that did worry me a bit.<br />
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"What did I do now?" I asked as I sat at the edge of the bed.<br />
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"Nothing", Kayla said looking a bit ashamed and scared.<br />
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"I'm sorry," She said softly, looking down.<br />
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"For what?"<br />
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"For Ricardo and his actions, for everything that has happened."<br />
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"Oh...." I said standing up, becoming a little angry due to everything "....let's not go there."<br />
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"No really," She said with pleading eyes "I am so sick of dealing with all of the bull shit surrounding Ricardo and his crazy controlling ways. I know Anika is too but she tries to be such a hard ass to hide her displeasure, it is so annoying."<br />
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"Why not get out then?" I asked her, surprised that she was telling me this.<br />
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"Ricardo would kill us if he even thought we wanted to leave him and this place behind. It wouldn't be a quick death either. He would lock us in a tomb and deprive us of any and all blood, causing us to shrivel away to nothing but wrinkly grey skin and chipped bones.<br />
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"Ricardo will be here any time now. Listen that box I brought is full of different things to help you heal completely and some new make-up. There is also a necklace in there, you <u>NEED</u> to wear it so Ricardo can't compel you. But you need to act like you aren't wearing anything special, because all hell will break loose if he figures it out. There are also some items that might help you to escape this place."<br />
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After what she had said I was very intrigued by what she had brought for me. But, of course, I had no time to look in the box because Ricardo came strutting into my cell and let out a small whistle.<br />
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"Now, I like that outfit," He said walking closer.<br />
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"What do you want?" I asked in disgust.<br />
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"Well, I was going to demand some more information from you but now..." He said pausing for a moment "I have something better in mind."<br />
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Ricardo sped towards me, pinned me to the wall, and leaned in close. The look in his eyes frightened me, it was like an animal that was stalking it's prey. As he began to move his hands around, I knew exactly what he was wanting.<br />
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"No! Please no, get away from me!"<br />
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"Haha, I don't think so princess. You <u>will</u> give into my desires, one way or another."<br />
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"No I wont! I refuse to!," I screamed at him, trying to hold back my tears.<br />
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"Oh yes you will!"<br />
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Right then Ricardo began staring into my eyes, never blinking. At the same time that I began to feel very strange and loosing all emotions, I realized something and panicked.<br />
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<i>"Shit!!"</i> I thought to myself <i>"He is trying to compel me and I didn't get a chance to put that damn necklace on!!"</i><br />
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"You <u>will</u> give in and do <u>everything</u> I want," Ricardo said still staring into my eyes.<br />
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"I will do everything." I said in an almost robotic like tone.<br />
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"Much better, now where were we?"<br />
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Ricardo leaned in and began kissing me and touching me all over. I didn't try to pull away or anything, I just went with it for some reason. Watcher only knows what was going on in my head.<br />
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<br /> I ran into the cell and hugged them as gently as I could, they looked horrible. They had obviously taken a worse beating than I did and they looked like they were starving. Their faces were sunken in and their clothes were so baggy.<br />
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"What have they done to you?! Are you guys okay?"<br />
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"Yea...I guess..." Dad said, uncertainty in his voice.<br />
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"Lexi, hunny," my mum said looking at me with fear in her eyes "I have something I need to tell you, that I have been kept to myself, even after all the torture we have gone through. Our family use to be deeply involved with the Italian Mafia, based out of Venice, in fact they use to be the leaders until selling to Ricardo's father. While being locked up here I have finally remembered why I moved to Appaloosa Plains. Some hit-men from the Mafia showed up and executed everyone in our family except Aunt Gloria and I, we were hiding. We ended up running out of the house before they ended up blowing it up causing us to hit some rocks on the cliff erasing every memory in our minds of what had just happened.<br />
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"Mum," I said quickly<br />
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"No, please no interrupting," She said holding up her index finger," I remember one face, one person that stood out from the rest, and he was the one that initiated the executions and blew up our house. It was Ricardo and no I am <u>not</u> mistaken. I don't know what they have done to bring my memory back but it has come back. If you ever get out of here before us you need to find a lady in Starlight Shores, her name is Calypso. She has all of our mafia documents hidden away. All you need to say when you meet her is 'The sun is shining' and she will respond with 'But the ice is slippery.' But I want you to forget about that for now, just until you get out of here. Right now you <u>need</u> to tell Ricardo everything I have told you, except the info about Calypso. You also <u>need</u> to tell him that you know that your Great Great Nonna knew something that her mum died for but you <u>don't</u> know what it was."<br />
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"Okay...but..."<br />
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"Tell him Lexi! I don't know how much longer we can last here. Please!" Mum said beginning to cry "If we don't make it out of here please remember that we love you so much and we are so proud of the amazing life you have made for yourself!"<br />
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"Let's go," Kayla said walking up to the cell door.<br />
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"I promise I will do everything you told me to do mum," I whispered to her and dad before giving them another hug "You will still be here no matter what, I wont let them kill you! I can't go on not believing that!"<br />
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As I walked out of the cell and back upstairs with Kayla, my head was swarming with everything my mum had just told me. It was hard to believe that our family was involved with something like this, especially something so dangerous!<br />
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"Sit here," Kayla said, snapping me out of my thoughts.<br />
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As I sat down I noticed Anika just sitting there, staring at me. I could not figure out what her problem was, she was looking at me like I had just killed her pet or something.<br />
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I was about to ask her what her problem was when Ricardo walked in.<br />
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"So," Ricardo said sitting across from me "Do you have any information for me?"<br />
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I began telling Ricardo everything my mum told me (except about Calypso.) I didn't want to tell him what she remembered but I did it <u>only</u> because my mum had told me to.<br />
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"I know that my Great Great Nonna knew something that her mum died for," I said, noting that Ricardo perked up a bit "But I <u>do</u> <u>not</u> know what it was, I swear I don't!"<br />
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"It's about damn time!" Anika said "I knew that old rotting bitch knew something!"<br />
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"Don't you dare!" I said glaring at her.<br />
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"I'm sorry babe," Anika said as she leaned against the fireplace "But this bitch and her family just piss me off. Can't we just finish them off and be done?"<br />
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"No we can't, not yet," Ricardo said, unaware that I was listening to everything they were saying "We need to find <u>all</u> of their paperwork first. That paperwork is the only thing that could destroy us. <u>Everything</u> would be taken away from us and given to....well, her." Ricardo said pointing over his shoulder to me, causing me to look away quickly.<br />
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<i>"Wow!:</i> I thought to myself <i>"I <u>have</u> to get out of here and find Calypso!"</i><br />
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"Go make something to eat and <u>nothing</u> else," Ricardo said looking at me with a stern face.<br />
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I reluctantly went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Even though I didn't want to have to cook for <u>them</u>, I was starving. I plated some nearly raw steaks with extra blood gravy for them to eat, made me shudder though.<br />
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Then I found ingredients for Lobster Thermidor, which I quickly mixed together.<br />
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While the Lobster Thermidor was cooking I quietly searched the kitchen for something to help me escape or kill these horrible vampires. As I ran my hand along the inside of one of the drawers, I suddenly felt something extremely sharp. What I felt was an ancient looking knife, it was the only knife in the entire kitchen, and it seemed to have been carefully hidden on purpose. Before Ricardo could catch me with the knife, I hid it in my dress and then took the plates to the dining room.<br />
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"Sit and eat," Ricardo demanded as he, Kayla, and Anika sat down.<br />
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