This will be just a bunch of random stories. Some will be finished and others will not. Enjoy!

Table of Contents
Shelter-incomplete
Wings of Freedom-incomplete
A New PLace-incomplete
A short snippet/Sly Kitty
Some poems
Ticket for fun-complete
Untitled-incomplete
ch1-complete
ch2-complete
ch3-complete
ch4-complete
ch5-complete
ch6-complete
ch7-complete
ch8-incomplete
ch9-
ch10-
ch11-

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Shelter

She throws her backpack onto the floor with a shout "I just can't do it anymore!" Her black hair ponytail swings behind her as she stomps off to her bedroom. A soft knock is heard at the door but she ignores it. Eventually the shadow seen under her door leaves
She sits up on the bed and looks around her room. For the longest time her room was safety from the storm but not anymore. She could almost feel the stress crushing her. It was all her fault that she was terrible at biology essays. She herself had brought the evil to her room and she no longer had the choice of shutting it out. A tear slips down her face and she mentally hits herself for crying. As more tears fall she bites her wrist to keep quiet and, in her mind, give herself a real reason to cry.
When she is done she wipes away the tears and dries her eyes. She waits a little bit to let her eyes be less red. Then she puts a smile on her face and walks out of her room to face her demons again. Her parents are arguing with her brother again. It seems like that they do that more and more. He spends too much time on his computer and not enough on chores. She sighs and sits down on the computer chair. She has an essay to do.
About two hours later she finally stands and stretches. She hates that she took so long to do an essay, but she honestly did not know what to write about. It also doesn't help that she let herself be distracted by social media and games. Her parents and brother have retreated into separate rooms and for now it is all quiet. She looks at her essay, not knowing if it would be a good time to ask her mom to proof read it. She knows it needs it, just like her other essays that hadn't gotten it. She sighs and leaves to find her mom.
***
It's dark and she does her best to not make a sound. It's about five in the morning, at least two hours before sun rise. A crash echos through the empty room and a light flickers on. "Who's there?!" A man's voice. She curses. She must have woken the guard. He looks around and when he sees nothing he closes the door and continues down the hallway.
The girl drops to the floor from the ceiling and winds back up her rope and hook. That was too close for comfort. She had better hurry. She crouches low as she enters the next room. She keeps repeating to herself, 'get in get out, it's simple.'
There are more guards about the place now that she is getting closer to the prize. She enters into the right room through the door and slowly creeps toward the golden locket. She grabs it from its place and runs across the room to the window. She exits and climbs to the roof. No one would be able to catch her now.
***
She rubs her eyes and wakes up. Her alarm is blaring loudly and she rolls out of bed to turn it off. She hated waking up for school. Correction, she hated staying awake for school. She tosses on her clothes, only caring enough that they dont end up inside out or backwards. She eats a simple breakfast of cereal and then makes sure she has all of her things she would need for the day. She rides her bike in the pre-dawn gloom. Its about six-ten right now. The street is lined with street lights and occasionally a car passes by, momentarily blinding her. She pulls up to the seminary building next to her school and locks the bike into place on the rail.
As she enters the building a warm rush of wind greets her. She sighs, she made it on time. She enters the class and sits in her desk. She pulls out her scriptures and journal; shes ready. She has never considered herself as really religious. She believes that she is where she needs to be and that she is doing what her Heavenly Father wants for her, but she tries not to push it onto others. She is more of the type that has to be approached first.
She goes through the motions of school. She tries to pay attention, but there are a lot of things that she misses. Lunch with her friends is fun and she doesn't hate math. Biology isn't terrible and at least she turned her essay in time. She is hoping this will be the best one. She had mostly missed grammar and little things on the other essays, but this time she had had her mother proof read it. Thank goodness and too bad that it was the last one she would have to write. The semester was almost over.
It was when she go home that it all started to crash down around her. Checking her end of semester grades she realized in horror and sorrow that she not only got a B- for English the last term but the one before it too. Crushed she locked herself in her room. Why did it matter now? She was trying to get a scholarship and had taken certain classes for it too, but now she wouldn't qualify. She would miss out on an amazing opportunity because of a B-. For this scholarship she wasn't allowed to have anything below a B and that included B-minuses. She could have sat there and broke down, but then again she couldn't. Some of her siblings hadn't gotten the scholarship. There are other ones out there too. Besides she had to be somewhere in about half an hour. She would not show up with red and puffy eyes.
Its late and she lies awake in bed wondering how long it would take one of her parents to notice and flip out on her. She was bound to cry then too. She knows that they expect her to do better. She knows that she probably could have too and that is the worst part about it. If only she was better at these kinds of things.
***
She runs across the roof tops and then jumps down to the ground. She lands lightly, rolls, and then continues without a stop. She only nods as other figures join her in her flight out of the city. They all are shadows racing across the ground. A glint from a vipers fang is seen to the right of her and a wolfs low growl speeds them on. A single wing beat marks the coming of a fourth member. Thick and heavy a dense fog appears out of seemingly no where and mist heralds the coming of rain.
When they are about two miles from the city, she hops upon a horse. The only sound is made by another rider. His voice is low, but she could make out that he was surprised that she was able to keep up with the others in her two legged form. She shrugs and replies in a quiet whisper, V was able to keep up too. She just gets a nod in response.
The five beings set off towards the east. They fall into a tight formation. The girl follows in the middle, she must be kept safe.
***
She sighs and looks around her. She had finished her day of school but still had homework to do.

note to self: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euFNZVkvZ68&index=24&list=PLQh3iiLZWe7gK0flm3XKO7cx5Y8zta0Ws

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-201LvVqUK9-ElhCoQaWqI9a47EEZ1fa9QA9DBLidwI/edit?usp=sharing

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A New Place:
I sighed and walked out of the school. It had been a long day and I was ready to go home. Unfortunately that is not what fate had in mind for me. "Hey pigtails!"
Great, I thought to myself, its George and his boys. They are bullies and I wish I could have hit them with a fireball or something. Sadly though that would get me caught as a magic user and I didnt want to live in some house with the others with no interaction with anyone else. I sighed again as they walked towards me. "Why don't you smile, piggy tails. Aren't you happy to see me?" His friends laughed.
I put on my smile "I'm sorry. I've had a long day."
He smiles and pulls one of my pigtails. "School is no excuse to not see me and smile. I'm great."
"Yes you are." His friends chorus.
"Why don't you tell me how great I am?"
"I never do because you're so great I never need to." I say in my sweet voice while wishing the ground would come and swallow him up whole.
"That's right, but I like to hear it from your lips. Say that I'm great." He finishes his sentence with a yank on my pigtail, bringing tears to my eyes.
I wont cry though. I've been through worse. These things make me a great actor though. I have several faces and voices that I can use in all kind of situations. "You're great." I roll my eyes when he is not looking.
He drags me by my hair into a near by forest.
"I missed you." He whispers.
I know where he is going with this and mentally scream at his stupidity. I was not an item. I knew that I could take him and his friends out but I let him drag me further into the forest.
"Say you missed me." He demands as he pulls me closer to him.
"Of course I did." I agree with him, mentally noting that we are in the cross-over part of the forest.
He pulls me in to kiss me. His grip loosens on my pigtail, and I duck under him. I move away from him. "Sorry, I'm not ready for that yet." I turn and run deeper into the forest. I hear his cry of rage and frustration and then the crashes through the forest as he and his friends try to catch me. I laugh, I don't like being in situations like that but he always made that same mistake and has not gotten further than an attempt. A flash erupts through the forest and I jump. I thought that the cross-over wasn't very active this time of year. I listen and hear the boys behind me. Just great. I think to myself. It had taken them too.
I slow down my pace and let them catch up. Georges face is red and he was breathing hard. When he reached for my ponytail I screamed as loud as I could. I know that there are lumberjacks near by, the only question was if they would really come and help. George stops for a second and then grabs my pigtail. "You should not have done that." He breathes. Suddenly a man holding an ax comes out of the forest, and there are more of them behind him. "Leave the girl alone." George lets go of my pigtail and backs away. "Good" the man says. "All of you come with me." I follow immediately and the boys reluctantly follow. "Are you okay?"
I nod.
"Good. I'm Ilon. Who are all of you?" He asked the question loud enough to be heard by all. "I'm George and these are my friends Tom and Lay". Ilon looks at me "And you are?"
"I'm Shay." I say.
"Alright." He then stops and points. "Welcome to Tiron." He sweeps his arms wide and we walk out of the forest. I mentally laugh at the boys expressions. I've been here before and I didn't mind being back. It is a nice place. The village has grown a bit, compared to when I was last here, but not too much. He speaks to his friends in their native tongue and asks them to take the boys, he would care for me. They nod and walk away, taking the boys with them. "I'm afraid my wife does not speak your language." He looks at me apologetically. "You see most people here speak Tili. I know English because I crossed over, much like you. You will probably want to go back though. Who knows, I thought I did too but I fell in love." We walk down the dirt road to his house. He enters and calls out in Tili. <We got another cross-over.>
<Another one?> His wife calls out from what I think is the kitchen. I can totally agree with the wife's surprise. Crossing over usually happens in the fall and even then only rarely, but it is spring. The last crossing that happened that I know of was two years ago when I came home from my first time in Tiron.

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Short snippet:
Bird song echos through the world as the sun paints the mountain tops with its morning light. The three people in camp stir. Yia comes of her tent first and raises her arms to the sky. Her bare feet wiggle in the grass and she breathes in the crisp air. Morning dew sticks to her feet as she climbs back into her tent to put on her boots.
She slips to another tent nearby and taps on the tarp hung over the cloth. "Good morning sleepy head." She laughs as she hears a moan from inside. Her spin sends up a slight wind that flattens the grass. Jumping into the air, she spreads her wings and flies. The morning sun losing the battle against the cool air rushing past her. She looks down at the camp below. Everything looks like little toys. She could imagine reaching down and moving the doll sized people around. Imagining what they would say to each other. The boy wakes the princess gently and she mumbles about her beauty sleep. Yia imagines Kaya's commanding look to leave her alone and his utter disregard to her position as he picks her up and brings her near the fire that Yia started only a few minutes ago. She dives down to the two figures and stares at the ground as it grows closer and closer. As she comes close to the ground she snaps open her wings. A small pain jerks her back as her wings fill with air and slow her fall.

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Sly Kitty
There once was a little grey cat. Every so often it would try to take a farmer's milk. WIP ( I have the completed version some where. I just have to find it.)

Fire of Love
Fire rains to burn the ground
A scream escapes; there is no sound
Muted colors fade to gray
The dawn seems so far away
In this place of dark
There is lit a single spark
The spark grows into a flame
Peace and love burn the shame

Flight
I spread my wings so I may fly
To relax I release a sigh
Wind welcomes me into the skies
I laugh and close my eyes


Broken
Tattered wings none can heal
Blood stained clothes from wounds open still
A dangerous task; a thing to steal
Biting wind and a lasting chill
Chains alive with hatred choke
Broken glass shows a frayed strand
Weeping moans from a pale worn folk
Here where walls barely stand
Thrust up to keep others out
Shades of gray paint this dreary scene
A life devoid of a joyous shout
Rain comes but all the water cant wash it clean


Future
I once glimpsed what the future held
And it took away my breath
All people to be of one meld
With no unnecessary death

People stood with confidence
Proud to be themselves
Hearts no longer so dense
Talents were used, not sat on shelves

This bright and hopeful scene
I am sad to say
Will only show up on a screen
Unless we change today

So look inside
Begin to change
Acknowledge what you hide
Do right even if it's strange

Ticket for Fun

Slowly he stepped down the tree lined path. Leaves crunched underneath his feet. He slipped inside the broken fence gate and met up with his friends. They kept their voices low. Flimsy light from their flash lights lit up their faces as they discussed where they were going to go in this test of courage.
They thought that this place would be the best for what they wanted to do. For it is said that ghosts roam the old circus grounds. They haunt their favorite rides and wait for the old skeletons to come to life once more. They were told to beware, for the living that would tread on the grounds without a ticket would be punished. They thought nothing of the warnings, at least they hadnt before this point. Distorted music could be heard once in awhile floating in the wind. The boys skins crawled, but they couldnt back out of this no matter what.
They split up into two groups of three to explore the forbidden past. His group walked quickly, huddled together. A giggle twisted around them and they waved their flashlights around to try to see the source. Only stands of forgotten fun smiled back at them. Slowly they moved forward. One foot placed shakily in front of the other.
Mama, I want to go on this one, a childs voice comes from behind them. They stop in their tracks and the hair on their arms rise.
Sorry, youre out of tickets, a mother informs her child. Shrieking pierces the boys ears. As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Things are silent for a moment or two and so the boys continue on. This time they picked up their pace.
All out of tickets, a moaning shout chased them. The boys began to run. Forget about their test of courage. They wanted out of this place as soon as they could. Pounding footsteps accompanied their own. With panting breaths the boys sprinted towards the exit. They pushed and shoved one another in their rush to escape.
There were only two boys. Where were the others? He joined them shortly panting, dirt covered the front of his clothes. The two laughed at him for falling and they stood to wait for the others. They waited and waited. Finally they shrugged their shoulders. The others must have pulled a prank on them and already had left. They turn to go when he stops. A few feet later and they turn to see.
He holds out his hand palm up. He stares at what is there with wide eyes. His breath comes in short gasps. His friends come close to see. In his palm is a single ticket. It read simply: Im glad you had a ticket to enjoy all of the fun, come back soon. The two others reach in their pockets and find similar tickets. They look at each other then back to the tickets in their hands. The rustle of leaves marks the return of the others. They greet each other with shaky laughs, but the other boys tickets silence them. Basketball one read, another carousel and the final read: tunnel of love. They look at the others tickets. Why were they different?
One of the boys spoke. The basketball game is my favorite when the circus comes to town. Shaking hands and sweaty palms held the tickets out for the others to see. Wind whistled through the trees and they bunched together. As they separate they laugh. It was only the wind. The tickets must be someones idea of a joke. They pat each other on the back and walk home.
Leaves crunch under the ringmasters shoes. Come back soon. Well be expecting you to join in the fun next time. He removed his tophat. Three of them love these rides and games more than the others. We shall have to retrieve them.
A clown laughs. That we will. They can have fun forever.
Invisible threads connected to the tickets led the boys back to the circus through the maze of wood. Somehow they had been separated from the others. A broken strand of lights lights up the gate. They pointed and laughed. Then, they entered. Their feet seeming to move by themselves. Welcome, the clown laughed.
He and the other two made it home safely, or so they thought, but how safe were they when they still had their tickets inviting them to come back?

Chapter 1: Bully
Two points down in the game and only three minutes to go. The players are all in place and the crowd is silent. Cole, a tall blonde, spins the basket ball in his hands and then bounces it against the floor a couple of times. He looks to his team mates and nods twice. With a piercing whistle Cole passes the ball and sprints towards the defending teams basket. The crowd shouts at his team to continue or to stop, depending on who they were cheering for. Cole hits the brakes and does a complete one eighty, just in time the catch the long throw for him. He jumps, shoots, and misses. The crowd groans. An opposing team member grabs the ball and dribbles around Cole. He turns and runs along side him and puts is hand in front of him to grab the ball. He hits the ball, but it bounces towards the outline. Cole! His friend shouts. He nods to show that he had heard and once again sprints to the basket. His friend shoots, misses, and Cole comes in to catch the rebound. ten nine eight The crowd counts down. He jumps, shoots, and
Cole, A teacher taps his desk and he looks up. The teacher questioning the basketballs star player was none other than Mr. Lov, the sports hater. Mr. Lov was nothing like his last name suggested. It seemed just the opposite really, that he hated everything. The only thing he seemed to love was the torturing of his students.
Yes teach? Cole yawns.
Since you understand the math so well that you dont even need to pay attention, please answer question number twenty-two. Mr. Lov smiles triumphantly when Cole quickly looks down to find the problem. His eyes find the page, and then quickly scanning the question he answers, x equals nineteen.
Mr. Lovs face goes red. Between clenched teeth he replies, That is correct.
Brady, another basketball player, high fives him. How did you do that?
I guessed well, Cole said.
Brady shakes his head. You are the only one with such luck. I mean did you see that basket you made last night from the half? That was crazy man.
Students, I would like your full attention on the board, Mr. Lov says. Cole rolls his eyes and Brady turns back to his note page.
When Mr. Lov finally releases his prisoners from his torture, Cole was ready to be done with the day. He had one more class though, chemistry. Cole didnt mind chemistry class too much, and liked having it at the end of the day.
They had been talking for weeks about their project and now they finally got to go into the lab. The only thing Cole wasnt looking forward to was his lab partner. He had gotten stuck with some nerd. He had already asked the teacher to change him, but the teacher wouldnt have it. He didnt even know this know it alls name, not that he really cared, but still you think that he would have introduced himself to Cole.
Hey wait up! Someone calls out to him. Cole turns and looks around and when he spots the boy who had called to him he waves.
Good to see you Josh, He greets his friend.
Same. Are you ready for some explosions? Josh grins like a fox and chuckles.
Im ready, He said. He, Josh, and some other boys were going to mention Abbys last math test score and have her accidentally overhear. Cole hoped that they could get her spill some extra formula into her beaker and have it explode. It couldnt be too bad, or else the teacher would not have let their class work with these chemicals.
He and Josh enter the class room and sit across from each other. After roll call their teacher, Mr. Joakford, greets the class. Welcome class! Today we are working with chemicals! Be careful though they can be explosive! Mr. Joakford motions the class out the door and into the lab. Does everyone remember the preparation we did yesterday? The students all nod their heads. Cole winks at Josh and he gives the thumbs up. Good. Now get with your partner and lets begin!
Cole walked over to his lab station and sat down. Abby was in between him and Josh. The nerd comes in last and sits next to him. A good thing about having a nerd for a partner is that he was almost guaranteed an A for the project. They begin mixing their chemicals together. Then Josh turned to Cole. Hey, did you hear about Abbys math grade?
Of course I did. Everyone has heard of it. I heard it dropped a whole letter because of the last test, Cole said while trying not to laugh.
Yes, Josh said sadly the star student is no longer in the spotlight. What ever could have happened
Who would know, maybe we should ask her.
Youre right. Hey Abby! Whyd you bomb the math test?
Abby was flushed and tried to stutter out a reply.
W-w-whats tha-a-at A-a-b-b-b-y? Josh teased.
Abbys eyes started to water and she put her head down. Josh winks and Cole covers his mouth, trying not to laugh as the teacher passes past their station. Abby picked up a bottle and tried to continue on with her assignment. Only, she spilled the whole contents into the other container. Smoke started to rise from the beaker.
Oh youve done it now Abby, said Cole. He and Josh laugh behind their hands. This is going to be good, he thought.
The smoke continued to pour out of the container and was accompanied with a high-pitched shriek. Suddenly the nerd next to Cole shouted. Everyone get down! He falls to the ground. Its going to blow!
Cole and the rest of the class follow suit just as the beaker breaks outward with tremendous force. Glass flies about the room and hits the walls and floors with breaking sounds. Several people screamed out, either from pain or fear. More smoke then he thought possible spilled from the area of the explosion and it didnt seem to have any thought of stopping soon.
The piercing fire alarm rang through out the school and Cole tried to move towards the door. He stops when he cuts his hand on a fiery shard of glass. His ears seemed stopped up, he couldnt hear anyone else in the class room. He tried to call out but his voice was caught up in his throat. It was starting to get really warm in the lab. Sweat ran down his face and he blinked his stinging eyes over and over again. He reached out his hand, hoping to run into his lab partner. His hand only met air. He squints through the smoke, but cant even see his hand in front of his face. Dang it.
Why did Abby have to be so touchy? If she had only poured in a little extra they could have gotten some smoke, heat, and maybe a few sparks, but no she had to go and mix the max amounts possible. Cole coughs and tries to call out again. There is no reply. He gets as close as he can to the ground. He hopes that this wont be blamed on him, he would most likely be able to play basketball for the rest of the year if it was.
Cole looks around and sees a shadowy figure heading toward him. A voice dimly calls to him. He tries to lift his head, but he cant seem to do it. Finally, the fire department must have gotten to them. He feels a hand on his shoulder. The firm grip leads him out of the smoke and into the sunlight.
Cole is given a drink of water and then before his eyes can stop watering he is led to an ambulance. Cole weakly tries to protest, he wasnt so weak that he needed to be taken to a hospital. Besides he didnt want to have to pay for an ambulance ride. Hopefully his parents insurance would cover it, but he wasnt sure. He is lain down on a stretcher and an oxygen mask is put over his face. His head throbs as he lifts his arm to remove it. Once the vehicle starts to move though he is lulled to sleep.
When he opened his eyes he was on a bed surrounded by white walls. A thin sheet covers his body and a curtain is on his right. The curtain is closed and so he assumes that there is another patient. He can hear some people stomp past the doorway, but no one comes in to check on him.
After some time, Cole got tired of waiting for a nurse or doctor to show up and so he tried to get up. His head began to pound when he pushed himself up and so he promptly lay back down and accepted his fate of waiting. He counted ceiling tiles, there were forty, then he went through basketball plays in his mind. Eventually he gently fell back into a deep sleep.
It was dark when he woke. He looked around blinking his eyes. He moved his arm to wipe out the grit in his eyes. His head is throbbing but at least it wasnt pounding anymore. There is dim light coming from the left side of his bed, he turns his head to see its source. There is a small candle burning down on a small bedside table. He hears a small moan from the other side of the curtain and turns his head that way.
He didnt know what he was expecting to see, but he wanted to see something. Too bad for him because he didnt see much. There was only the light coming from beneath the curtain. Apparently they had a candle or some other light as well. Wasnt that a fire hazard? Cole had never been to a hospital for more than a check-up but he was pretty sure that they didnt use candles, especially not next to sleeping patients with no one else in the room.
He dozed off some time and when he woke up. It was morning. The room was an unchanging canvas. He throws up his hands in frustration and then quickly brings them back down again. He looks at his right hand. It had a thick bandage on it. He had probably gotten stitches or something because of the glass he cut himself on. He sighs. This was boring. Finally, someone came in and gave him a meal. They didnt say anything and they left before he had a chance to ask them anything. How long has it been? Where were his parents? Why was he still here? He felt fine.
He ate his food and someone came in to take his tray away. Again they didnt speak to him at all. Hello? He called out, wondering what would happen. His voice was weak and came out thick because of the little amount of use that it had gotten in the last few days.
Hello. Called a voice from behind the screen. The voice was obviously male. It was deep and gravely.
Wow. Im surprised someone actually answered. Cole raised his eyebrow, even though the man on the other side of the curtain could not see anything he did.
What else was I supposed to do? Its quite boring just laying here all day.
Thats a good point. So uh why are you here? Cole tries to make conversation.
I was stabbed with a knife by my best friend. What about you?
There was an explosion in my school. Nice friend, says Cole sarcastically.
Yah Which school do you go to?
Staten High School.
A high school. The man on the other side of the curtain whistles. I never made it to a school. My family was too poor and I was too busy. I was raised on a farm, but was on my way to the city to try to make a better life for my wife and I. Instead I got stabbed. He chuckles a little bit. Not like you would care to hear my lifes story. We cant even see each other.
Im sorry to hear.
Dont be. At least I get to rest real well.
I wish that I didnt have to rest so much. I have other things that I want to be doing and people that I want to talk to back at home.
I know that feeling boy. Just be careful you dont run faster than you are able. You might find that you will fall straight on your face.
Ill keep it in mind, Cole yawns. I dont think I have to worry to much though, I have long legs. Cole yawns again and his eyes start to feel really heavy.
Sounds like its time to rest again. Let your body heal all the way and then worry about the other things, the man told Cole. Then he yawned again. Cole could barely hear him say, stab wounds will do a number on you.
Mmm, Cole agrees and he doses off again. Maybe when he woke up someone else would talk to him. He sure hoped so. He hoped that the person who brought him food would speak to him. Unless he was mute. That might be awkward.
Someone walks in and lifts up his hand, they must be changing the bandage or something. Dang it all, someone walks in just as he is falling asleep again. He does his best to form a question but it only comes out as a moan.
The nurses gentle voice lulls him asleep. Dont worry youll be out soon. For now, just rest. Night, night

ch2- A Family Friend
When the doctor, or whoever they were, brought him his breakfast Cole spoke up. Before you leave, how long will I be here? I feel fine.
Youll have to ask a doctor; Im not really supposed to speak with you anyways. The man quickly leaves the room.
That was weird.
Sorry for interrupting, but it wasnt too odd, the man on the other side says. I mean this is a hospital for travelers and outsiders.
What do you mean by that? Cole asks.
Ah. You came here in pretty bad condition; I guess you dont know do you?
No.
This hospital is a small facility next to the road for people who cant get to town in time.
Wow, I didnt know this existed.
Its pretty convenient.
So do you know what the rule about not talking to me is?
This hospital is made to treat several types of people and so the rule is to never talk to the patients unless they have to, to help keep doctors neutral and to not give potential bad guys information.

Well I think that thats stupid.
It is a little odd, but it makes sense.
What ever you say, Cole chuckles and puts his arms under his head. He really did feel fine, maybe they would let him go home soon.
His dreaming of home is interrupted by a man and a doctor entering the room. The man wore a dark green T-shirt and black slacks.
Im here to pick you up and take you where you need to be, he said.
Yah right. I dont even know you, Cole sneered.
You dont recognize me, Cole? The man asks.
Howd you know my name?
Why Cole, Im a long time family friend. Your parents are busy at work so they sent me to pick you up.
Fine, whatever. Cole gets off of the gurney and crosses his arms. I dont trust you, but Ill follow you for now.
He was lead out side and he squints. The area around the hospital is nothing like he expected it to be. The road is coble stone and there are plenty of trees around the area. They are sporadically placed in the grass. The hospital seems to be the only building with in sight. The man starts to walk slowly down the road to the right.
Am I dreaming? Cole asks himself.
You are not or maybe you are. Whos to say?
Thanks. Cole rolls his eyes and follows the man down the road.
Youre welcome.
I was using sarcasm. You dont have to respond to me.

I knew, but maybe I didnt. Just because you speak doesnt mean I have to respond. Just because I respond doesnt make you have to speak, or even listen for that matter.
Cole doesnt say anything to the man and just assumes that the man will always speak to him in this not-so-sure-about-anything manner. They walk for a while in silence as Cole tries to judge this mans intentions. Then, Cole sees smoke in the distance. He hoped that it meant they were almost at their destination.
As they get closer, Cole discovers that the smoke was coming from their destination, but it was not a house like Cole had hoped, but instead it was a small camp ground. The camp has only three small tents and Cole cant see anyone around anywhere.
You can stay in that tent there. You may like it; you may not, but its guaranteed to be better than outside, the man points to one of the tents on the right side and then mumbles or is it?
Thank you, I guess, Cole steps toward the tent and forcefully unzips it.
Boo! Someone nearby shouts.
Aaagg! Cole jumps up into the air and then whirls around. That wasnt funny!
The one who had yelled at him was too busy laughing to respond. She looks young and obviously wasnt going to stop laughing anytime soon. She even begins to cry. Cole stomps his foot and goes into the tent. There is a blanket and pillow in the center of the tent. There is nothing else and so he steps back outside. He didnt want to be stuck sitting in the tent until he got tiered. The young girl was no where in sight but Cole walked carefully, swinging his head from side to side.
You look weird when you move your head like that, a girls voice comes from behind.
Will you stop doing that?! Cole rubs his arms and faces the laughing girl. Black hair framed her dark brown eyes and pointed face. Her smile was small and her laughter was held back back by pointed teeth. Cole backs up and bumps into the strange man who had led him to the camp.
Ah. I see you have met Lamia or maybe you havent, it depends on your definition of meeting someone.
Yah, Ive met her, Cole groaned. He was surrounded by weirdoes. He would rather be lab partners with the nerd for the rest of the year than this.
Look at his face! Oh, that is priceless, the girl points at his pale face with his eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth pulled down in a frown.
Priceless as it may or may not be, now is probably the time for sleeping and not laughing, the man says.
I guess youre right, The girl pouts and walks to the tent farthest away from Coles tent. Goodnight to both of you. She waves, nods at the man, and then enters the tent.
The man hands Cole some food and then enters his tent as well. Cole shrugs and enters his tent. He sits on the sleeping pad as he eats his food. When he finishes he lies down and tosses and turns as he tries to fall asleep. This man obviously didnt really know his parents and this country isnt close to his home town. Something was up. He had only wanted to have some fun in chemistry, why was this all happening? Chemistry! Cole shot up. That was why, the formula must be making him hallucinate or something. He hoped that the effects would wear off soon and he could get back to normal life.
He lays back down with this thought in his brain. How long could the affects last anyway, a week, max? He smiles and closes his eyes. He would be out of this crazy place soon enough. An owl hoots Goo, Goo, Noot in the distance and he falls to sleep.

ch3- A Dangerous Lunch
Slowly he wakes to the quiet singing of a little girls voice. He fights with the blankets for freedom and eventually wins. He shakes the last fighting piece of blanket off of his foot and leaves the tent.
The sun is still in the morning position, but it has been up for a while judging by the two by the fire and the warmth of the day. Cole slips on his shoes and heads over to them.
You sure sleep a lot, Lamia says. Cole just huffs in reply and sits by the fire. Here you can eat this. The girl hands him a piece of meat. He turns it over in his hands inspecting it. Its not poisoned, the girl takes a bite of her part of what ever poor animal had been killed for their meal. The strange man sits to her left, eating without a word. Slowly Cole brings the food to his mouth and takes a small bite. He takes another as soon as he swallows. The meat tastes like the best stake that he has ever had. It had just the right amount of spices on it to bring out the natural flavor of the meat. He finishes all of his portion and sighs in contentment. Maybe this hallucination or dream or whatever it was wouldnt be so bad.
The man stands up and the girl follows suit. They take down their tents and Coles and put them on top of horses that Cole didnt even know were there. Cole stares at them. They were just eating a nice peaceful meal, did they really have to leave so soon?
We are leaving this area maybe even this land but maybe not, you can come with us or you can stay. The man says to Cole. Cole glares at the man. Why would he have to leave so soon. He walks up the horse the the other two werent on.
I dont know how to ride, he reluctantly admits.
Its easy. Just get on the horse and hold on, Lamia says.
Theres got to more to it than that.
Well there is, but I dont think you could learn how to be a great rider before night fall.
Cole looks at the saddle and grabs onto it. He lifts himself up and tries to swing his leg over but doesnt give it quite enough force so he slides back down. He rubs his hands. He could do this. Again he lifts himself, but this time he puts too much force into his swinging leg and he starts to fall off of the other side. Lamia, laughs at him. He shoots her a glare and tries again. This time he makes it, but now that he is on the horse he doesnt know what to do.
It turns that it doesnt really matter. The moment the mans horse started moving the horse he was on followed suit.
The man led the way and Cole followed behind him. Lamia brought up the rear. Cole glances back at her every once in a while. She usually smiled at him when he turned to look at her. Cole didnt know whether it was sweet or creepy. After a couple of minutes his legs were getting sore, but he didnt want to lessen his grip on the horse, he could fall off.
The land around them had very little variety. It seems to mostly be open plains with a couple of skinny trees poking up here and there. The road that they are traveling on is dirt and rock, but besides some ruts from wheels it is rather smooth. Cole slumps in the saddle. It was rather warm and he was ready to be done traveling.
When can we stop? He asks
Lunch time, Lamia replies. Its going to be at least another two hours.
I cant wait that long, Cole groans. Two more hours until he could get off of the horse and eat. They might as well have just left him behind to wither alone and die. Its not like it made any difference to him. He didnt know where he was either way. They have been feeding him though and they seemed nice. He wanted to believe them, but at the same time he didnt want to. Who knows what they really are up to. The man claimed to be a family friend but Cole had never met him before and if he was really a family friend wouldnt Cole have at least know of him? His parents obviously trusted him enough to have him pick Cole up or maybe his parents didnt know that he was in that certain hospital. How could they not? It was a dream of course, only a hallucination. Cole would have to stop thinking that normal rules applied.
Thankfully they stopped for an early lunch and the girl said that because Cole wasnt used to travel and they didnt have to be anywhere really quickly that they would set up camp and stay here for the night. Cole sighed in relief. They eat a hearty meal of rabbit meat and potatoes that are barely still good on the outside. Cole yawns. He scratches his head. He shouldnt be tired; it was only lunch time. Lamia smiles and stands next to him.
Night, night, hero. She giggles and he slumps to the ground.

ch4-Camus Wood
Cole stirs. What ever he is laying on is hard and cold. If it wasnt so rough and if he didnt have a small blanket tossed over him he would have guessed that the bed was a torcher device.
Im glad to see that you are awake. A man dressed in a black trench coat with red trimming smiles at him. Youll have to forgive my servants; theyre not used to treating people nicely. The man motions for the door to be opened and with a squeak of its hinges it is done. He helps Cole to stand. I am sorry for these accommodations, but your room is ready now.
Where am I? Cole asks.
Oh. How rude of me. The man leads him into a large main room. I am Camus Wood. This is my home. He spreads his arms wide.
Im Cole. Cole crosses his arms and tries his best to not let his jaw drop. Red carpet coats the floor and from the ceiling hangs one of the biggest chandeliers he has ever seen. The walls are smooth and have the look of polished granite.
I know.
Why am I here and why did Lamia call me a hero?
I will answer your questions in due time. For now, my servant will lead you to your room. Bathe and change and then we may talk it all over dinner.
Alright. Cole follows the bell boy down the hallway and to the fifth door on the left. Dang it he thinks as hes walking. Some rich guy knows who I am and I dont know him. Maybe this is some kind of reality TV show.
The room, like the main hall, is made from polished granite with a beautiful light from the ceiling, though it is not as grand as the one in the hall. The floor is covered with decorative rugs with geometric designs. The rooms layout is simple. Walking through the door there are windows straight ahead. To the left is a bed with a night stand next to it and the right side has a wardrobe and another door leading to the baths. The boy leaves and closes the door behind him. Cole heads to the baths. He was told to bathe and he didnt know what else to do. Hopefully the answers that the man has would help him somehow.
The tub is already filled with warm water and Cole climbs right in. The tub was at least double the width of a normal household tub. He washes the dirt and grime off of himself and uses the shampoo and conditioner that was on the side of the tub. When he finishes he wraps himself in a fluffy towel that was on the towel rack next to the tub. He dries off and then goes to see what is in the wardrobe.
Within the wooden walls of the wardrobe hang shirts in almost ever color of the rainbow. Cole picks out a purple shirt and a pair of brown pants. He finds some almost tennis shoes that he likes and tries them on. They fit quite well and he looks at himself in the mirror that hangs on the wardrobes door. He puffs out his chest and lifts his chin. Is this how a hero is supposed to look? He thought he looked a little silly, but before he could change his mind on what to wear a bell boy came and got him.
Dinner is ready, the boy says.
Alright, Cole gives one last tug on his shirt and leaves the room. The boy leads him to the dinning room. Camus was already sitting at the head of the table and a place was set for Cole on his left.
Cole takes his place on the wooden straight backed chair at the wooden table. Camus smiles at him and servers bring out several trays of food.
Feel free to eat all that youd like, Camus says. Cole doesnt have to be told twice and gladly starts to dish himself up. After tasting the delicious food Cole gestures at Camus.
So when are you going to tell me whats going on? Cole takes another bite.
I was just making sure the food was to your liking. I can begin now.
Good.
No doubt you have seen some strange things around you. Things that dont make a lot of sense to you.
Yah, so what?
Well, Ill be the first to welcome you to Shem.
Whats Shem?
Shem is this worlds name. Yes, you have totally left the world you once knew and have come to a new and glorious world. Of course there are problems here too, but Im going to solve a lot of them.
Youre pulling my leg. Its not possible to change worlds. Cole slows his eating and turns to Camus.
I know that you will most likely not believe me without proof, but I am telling the truth. Cole snorts at Camuss words and pulls out his cell phone.
Im just going to call the police to tell them Ive been kidnapped by a crazy man.
Go ahead and try. Camus sits back and laughs as Cole types in nine-one-one and discovers he has no signal. Cole puts his phone away.
Just because I have no signal it doesnt prove anything. We could just be in the mountains somewhere or I could be hallucinating.
I guess it is not that important if you believe me or not for now. I need you to listen to this one thing though. I am one of the only ones who can send you home and I will do it for a smaller price than the other ones.
Youre crazy. Cole laughs and stands. Thanks for the meal, but Im going to go to bed now and when I wake up I will be in a hospital bed.
You can only deny the truth for so long. Camus laughs and Cole storms out of the room.
Stupid crazy rich people with too much free time. Cole mumbles. The same bell boy that lead him to the dinning room leads him back up to his room. Before the boy can close the door, Cole slams it shut. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground and then lays on the bed.
He feels as if he had just gotten to sleep when a loud banging noise yanked him awake again. He grumbles as he gets out of bed and tosses his wrinkled shirt on. He peeks out the door and stumbles into the hall. Light from what appear to be touches glow down the hallway in the direction of the front door. He slowly walks toward them as he rubs his eyes.
A shadow comes flying down the hallway towards him. He flattens himself against the wall but the shadow person stops before they would have hit him. The man standing before Cole is tall and the torches cast a long shadow in front of him. Cole and the man look each other up down. The man lifts a hand holds it to his lips. He tiptoes around Cole. Cole rolls his eyes and watches the stranger creep down the hall. When he can longer be seen, Cole continues down the hall to the flickering lights.
Before he could get very far though a hand reached around his head and covered his mouth. He reaches up and tries to dislodge the hand that is blocking his airflow. He kicks out and tries to hit his attacker, but it is no use. He starts to black out and his attacks slow and grow weaker. Before he blacks out he hears a giggle and the words. Night, night, hero.