Through The Ages: TDH: D.6: Part 1/1

This one is my favorite draft that I wrote in the past. It was started on May 31st, 2015 and I kept working at it until June 3rd. Sad, I know… It would make a cool story, but it isn’t where I want the Dostillan Hero to head.

Staring at a lake seems rather boring, if I must say so myself.

I mean no one would like to do that instead of playing ball with friends, read an exciting story or enjoy an afternoon with your family.  There must be something to do around town, right?

I am Tiffanny Niwea. I was a reporter of the Erinville Times. And I had led on a pretty normal life, living with my best friend, Anastasia Morrison. My job was great and I got paid with enough money to support both me and my friend. Even Ana had a job, so we had some Silver to spare.
I got paid more than the average reporter, because I always found different, vivid stories to report in.

Well my normal life changed on August 17th, 1850, when I saw a young woman sitting on the dock with her daughter, sending paper flowers into the lake.

Curious, as usual, I started over for them. But I stopped myself. I mean- would you like it if a random stranger walked into your business and started asking questions and writing your every word down for all the public to hear? I mean, I wouldn’t like it. But it intrigued me so. Every morsel of my body was urging me to go near them. I just had to! And then  I found myself subconsciously walking towards them. What was I going to say? I hadn’t even thought of it!

Would I say just say, Oh hello! How are you today? I was just wondering why you were throwing paper flowers into the lake. Could I write a story about it for the paper I’m working for? My deadline is near and I must have a story before the 31st of August. My job is at stake, and could you risk your privacy and tell me what is it your doing?

Would someone like me really say that?

Yes. Yes I would.

I now stood a few feet behind them, and I awkwardly shuffled my feet.

“Um, what a nice lake.” I said as the wind blew my short, auburn hair in my face.

The woman turned around (without standing up) and looked up at me.

She had wavy, caramel colored hair, and deep, feeling grey eyes. Her daughter had straw blonde hair, and brown eyes.

“Yes, it brings back memories.” The woman said. Smiling softly, she gazed off in the distance, most probably filing through memories.

“Really? I just remember it being there for God knows how long.” I said, stating the truth of what I thought.

“That’s what I thought at first. Well that was before everything changed.” She smiled sadly. “I remember being the happiest girl for miles.”

“Just being my curious self, what were you doing before. With the paper flowers and all.”

“I guess it’s a ceremonial thing.” The woman shrugged. “It is the anniversary of when I found out my brother didn’t drown in the lake.”

“Wait…” I said thinking. “I read about that in the paper years ago. Are you the sister of Petro Dainstrom or what’s his name?”

“Peter Draught-Storm. And yes. We are related.” She said.

“Are? Still? Alive?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes. He was taken care of by a pack of wild wolves.”

“Wow, this is a story to hear.” I said, grinning. “If ya don’t mind telling it to me.”

“Well I wouldn’t mind. Only if you have the time.” the woman said.

“I have over a week before my deadline.” I grinned.

“Deadline?” A frown formed on her face, and she furrowed her eyebrows.

“Oh, yea. About that-” I said sheepishly. “I’m a newspaper reporter.”

“Well that explains the curiosity.” The woman muttered. “Well, anyways. It all started 14 years ago, at the Shallow Lake.”


March 17th, 1836

Erinville. The most beautiful town in the world. That’s what it’s citizens have to say for it.

Recently, an old man discovered a way to make steam-powered mechanics that’s crazy.

It was Harvest time. And the town was bustling, getting ready for the Maple Festival.

The Maple Festival was the time of year when all the maple trees were ready for the syrup harvest. Men and women and children, of all ages worked together to make the syrup and sell it to surrounded countries.

Well today was going out normally when 12 year-old Arthur Draught-Storm decides to take his siblings to the festival. Arthur had sandy blonde hair and blue sparkling eyes. He had defined cheek-bones and always had his hair in a military cut. His 10 year-old sister, Alexis (the woman who is telling the tale), had caramel-blonde hair and deep grey eyes. She had a round face and held a basket for carrying things.

And the youngest of all the Draught-Storm’s was Peter, and he was 8 . He had raven-black hair and blue-grey eyes that thought critically but always had room for a laugh or two. Or three. He had thin facial-features and plenty of dark and obvious freckles.

Arthur held onto his little brothers right hand and Alexis took Peter’s left.

Their parents were helping with the festival and since they have been working hard all week harvesting, their parents allowed them a day’s rest.

“Oh! Oh!” Peter pointed enthusiastically. “Candy!” And alas! Where little Peter had pointed was a stand selling Maple candy. Their parents had given them each 3 silver to spend, so- why not?

They then made a beeline for the candy stand.

“3 maple candies, ma’am.” Arthur said to the peddler. The peddler was a plump woman with greying hair.

“Of course, sweeties!” She said kindly. “3 copper, then.”

The 3 children graciously accepted the treats (paying the copper coins), and walked off licking their candy.

At the festival, there were peddlers of all kinds. Story Peddlers, Tin Peddlers, Copper Peddlers and even a Pastry Peddler!

Once they reached the edge of the festival, there were a couple pony rides and maple syrup taste tests, but one ride intrigued them. A steam-powered boat.

It’s sleek and polished wooden sides, gleamed with pride. And the bow of the boat was carved a magnificent wolf. And on the side of the boat was the name, The Wolf’s Pride.

Peter’s eyes shone with true love for the ship. “Can we Arthur? Can we Alex?” He begged.

“Sure.” Arthur said. They bought three tickets (which cost 6 silver all together) and boarded the ship.

The ship was magnificent!

It’s turquoise painted borders were shining brightly in the hot sun.  The ship was full of middle class peasants. Arthur, Alexis and Peter felt weird being the only lower class citizens on board. But a familiar voice made them happier.

“ALEXIS!” a feminine voice called. It was Zinnia Zephyr, Alexis’ 9 year-old friend.

Zinnia had long brown hair flowing behind her back, and had a strand braided against her forehead. She wore a purple linen dress with little yellow and orange zinnias on it. A little lacy apron was tied to her waist and in the apron’s pocket was Zinnia’s doll named Bentleigh.

“Hello Zinnia!” Alexis smiled warmly. “I love your dress!” Alexis said, complementing young girl.

Zinnia laughed. “It may look nice, but it is so itchy.” Exclaimed the girl. “Mother got it for my birthday. I want to be a lower class like you guys. You get the comfy, worn cotton clothing, and you get to work with animals.”

“Well, it’s hard work, Zinni.” Arthur said smiling.

“I’ll try! I really will!” Zinnia begged. “I’ll go ask my mommy for a weekend sleepover and we can work together with farming! It’ll be great!”

As the friends talked, Alexis saw Jeremiah Porter of Porter, Inc. Wasn’t he against Raven, Corp? The maker of this ship? Alexis thought, as the tall, lanky man looked around suspiciously.

The man had slicked back deep brown hair and a mustache that curled on the ends. He wore a velvet, burgundy red suit with a black tie.

The man straightened his tie and slipped into the engine room.

“Arthur.” Alexis tugged on his sleeve. Arthur turned to his sister, obviously annoyed.

“What?” He asked, angrily. He had just started talking to his friend Zackaria Zephyr , older brother to Zinnia.

“Oliver Raven’s Enemy, Jeremiah Porter just entered the engine room. He could be dangerous. You know how he is when he has competitors.” Alexis said in a low voice.

Arthur nodded and whispered, probably the same message to Zackaria. Zackaria nodded and grabbed Zinnia’s hand (who was in mid-sentence), and dragged her away from Peter.

The Porter’s Head-Man just walked out of the engine room.

“Come on!” Arthur said, and dragged them to the edge of the boat, by Mr. and Mrs. Zephyr with Zackaria.

“Where is Zinnia?” Mrs. Zephyr asked worriedly.

They heard a whirring sound coming from the engine room and Mr. Porter jumped off the ship onto a small boat and paddled away.

“We need to jump!” Arthur said.

“WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?” Now Mr. Zephyr exclaimed loudly.

Right after those words were said, the ship exploded.

All they could hear was ringing in their ears and the splashing sound of debris hitting the water.

All wet and soaked the small group held on to debris as they mourned for their loss.

Peter looked sadly around. She cannot be dead. SHE CAN NOT! He screamed in his head, as burning tears covered his vision. He rubbed his eyes and looked around once more. He saw a helpless figure of a girl in a purple, yellow and orange dress.

He almost jumped into the water. But I can’t swim! He thought. But he saw her body slowly slipping into the Shallow Lake. It is only the Shallow Lake. 20 feet at most. He thought and then dived in.

He heard Alexis screaming his name and Arthur yelling “NO!”. But that didn’t stop him. So far the depth was 10 feet, but soon it had reached 15 feet. He had been slowly walking on the bottom of the lake and his ears rung from the pressure. So he jumped and hit the ground. When he touched the ground he propelled himself up. He had learned how to float, when Alexis and Arthur taught him, and he had only begun swimming lessons. So he grabbed a plank of lumber and pulled himself onto it, gasping for dear breath.

He then used the lumber as a balance and he kicked his legs to propel himself.  He took one look back, and saw his family around 30 feet from him. They were crying and mourning, probably over him and Zinnia. Zackaria looked beyond the lake and spotted Peter. He yelled something that sounds distinctly like “Peter’s alive!” and pointed at him. They all looked up and called to him. He ignored them and continued on his trek to save Zinnia.

Speaking of Zinnia, her board she was laying on was sinking rapidly. She would surely sink. Soon.

So Peter kicked faster and finally reached her. He checked her pulse. It was somewhat strong. And she was breathing. Peter breathed a breath of relief.

He held onto her board for strength, and looked around for a rope. There was nothing. But her apron was enough. He tied her securely to his board which was stronger than her own, and pushed her along. He was getting tired and dizzy. So he pushed her even faster, kicking as hard as possible. He swallowed so much water, it felt like he drank the whole lake. He finally reached his family and friends. They pulled Zinnia on their big board and hugged her limp body.

Peter felt triumphant. He saved someone’s life. But as a price of that he grew very dizzy and tired. He could bring himself to move his cramped legs. As he slipped into the cool water once again, with the unclear screaming above, everything turned black.

I don’t know why, but I’m in love with this draft… But this was when I hadn’t come up with Aaron (with tons of help from my older sister)… HEHUEHEUHE

This draft is the only steam punk draft of all TDH, but I’m working on a steam punk story HEHUEHEUE

Super Awesome Minea Blog!

WAZGOINONGUYZ!???!??! I am happy to say that I have made a MINEA BLOG! Yay!

In the most recent post I gave a detailed Idea of what MINEA really is: UP-CLOSE EXCLUSIVE: Minea | The Episode Series

I hope you enjoy reading it! Also, @mimi14senpai! I mentioned you, your YT and your blog in it! YAYAY!


Hope you enjoy!

Through The Ages: TDH: D.5: Part 2/2

Here is the final part to The Dostillan Hero D.5!


2 – With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility

What do you mean?” Arthur asked. Arthur was overprotective, when it meant Alexis’ safety   .

“The Ravager’s will not stop looking for me. And anyone who gets in their way are, well, dead meat.” Princess Maira said.

“Okay then! We won’t get in there way! The only way to do that is to turn you over, so surrender!” Arthur said, getting into a “battle” pose.

Is he serious? Maira asked me.

Yup… Alexis mentally sighed.

“Bring it Princess Maria Laddie Creme!” Arthur said, hopping onto one foot, then the other.

Maira looked at Alexis. May I?

Be my guest. Alexis smirked.

“You can’t arrest a princess.” Maira said.

“Okay, will we have to do it the easy way or the hard way?” Arthur asked.

“I am not going to surrender to a commoner.” Maira said, giving Alexis a wink.

“I guess I am doing this the hard way.” Arthur said.

He charged, but Maira dodged easily.

Arthur charged again, backing Maira up against a tree.  He raised a fist ready to punch Maira’s face.

He wouldn’t dare!  Alexis thought.

Arthur brought his fist down.

Alexis’ eyes widened in horror.

But Maira shot her hand up. Without touching him, Arthur flew back.

Arthur’s eyes widened. “What- How… I don’t understand!”

“Dude! She’s a freaking Air ELEMENTAL!”Alexis said.

Arthur’s jaw dropped.

Maira just smirked.

“You have Magic!” Arthur whispered.

“No. I am magic. I am made of it.” The princess said.

“This is really surprising.” Arthur said, head in hands.

  It’s surprising? I didn’t think it would be surprising, since you have magic.”

Arthur looked at her wide-eyed and passed out.

Alexis started laughing hysterically.

“Nice one, Maira.” Alexis said.

“Just call me Mai. And what do you mean, ‘Nice one’?” Mai asked, confused.

“Because it was a funny joke.” Alexis said.

“I was not joking. You have magic, too.”

Alexis just stared at the Magical Princess

“Really? Can you teach me?” Alexis asked. And for the first time in months, her eyes sparkled with joy.

“Definitely!” Mai smiled.

They sat down.

Mai looked around. she spotted what she was looking for.

“Stay here.” Mai said, and walked off.

Alexis twiddled her thumbs, tapped her foot or twirled her caramel-blonde hair.

When Mai came back she wore a satchel.

She sat in front of a tree stump, and opened her satchel.

She placed the contents of the bag, onto the tree stump.

There was a flask of water, a rock, a candle, a clover, a quill, an egg, a gem, a moonstone and an empty bottle.

“Now, focus on each of these objects.” Mai said.

Alexis nodded, and stared at the flask of water.

Nothing happened. She sighed.

“Keep going!” Mai said.

Alexis looked at the empty bottle. “What’s the empty bottle for?”

“You’re supposed to try to move it with your mind.” Mai answered.

Alexis tried with all her might.

“UGH! I’ll never be able to use magic!”

“You only tried two elements! Try more!”

Alexis tried the candle (which Mai lit). Fail.

She tried the rock.  Nada…

She tried the clover. She only blew it away with her breath.

She tried the gem. Alexis felt an aura around it. But it didn’t move.

“Okay Alexis. Let’s move on.” Mai said.

But Alexis ignored her. She stared at it, until it wiggled.

Mai stared at the gem with awe. She then smiled.

The green gem rolled and then it hovered a centimeter off the stump.

A minute later, it hovered a few inches. Then a cubit.

Then it flew up high.

Come back! Alexis thought.

From far away, Alexis saw the little gem falling towards her.

She opened her hand and let it fall.

Then the ground rumbled. A few more gems flew into her hand.

They were each purple, blue or pale green.

Then the ground cracked and more gems spilled out and surrounded Alexis’ feet.

She made the gems in her hand hover.

“Alexis,” Arthur said, getting up and rubbing his head. “I had the craziest dream about magic and Prin-” He stared at the gems floating in my hand. He passed out… again.

The ground cracked more. Alexis was now getting frightened.

Mai stared in awe. She had never seen such raw power from first timer.

Maybe she’s the Dostillan Hero. She thought.

Out of the ground shot millions of gems and crystals.

Alexis was freaking out.

“Alexis! With all this power you must be able to control it. Be responsible!” Mai yelled over the booming of crystals bursting from the ground.

Alexis tried focusing, but couldn’t.

“I can’t focus! It’s too overpowering.” Alexis yelled.

She looked at Arthur. He was nearly covered with Gems.

Her nervous face turned into a determined one.

Nobody or thing is gonna hurt my brother. Alexis thought.

Alexis put her hands in the air and lowered them slowly.

She focused hard on them. They slowly went back into the Earth.

When they did, Alexis collapsed on the ground.

Mai rushed over.

“Are you alright, Alexis?” Mai asked.

Alexis nodded.

“What you did was brave.” Mai said, with a small smile on her face.

Alexis stayed silent.

“What’s wrong?” Mai asked.

“I almost killed Arthur. The only family I have left.” Alexis cried.

“Oh, Sweetie. It’s okay.” Mai hugged Alexis.

Alexis cried on her shoulder.

Why was Alexis crying? Wasn’t she like sixteen?

Yes, but everyone must cry. Over family, food, friends, politics, etc.

“Alexis what’s wrong?” Arthur said, getting up.

It’s too quick-paced– I mean, I LOVE quick-paced– but this is too much! There is no time for character development and world development.


This was started September, 2014. That was 3 years ago… OH, THAT’S WHY IT TOTALLY SUCKS IN GENERAL!!! 😛

Through The Ages: TDH: D.5: 1/2

Here is draft 5. It isn’t the best, but none of the drafts are until the 10th which I have barely scratched the surface of. Well, the 9th is okay… But not my favorite. It’s a full book, but it doesn’t fit to what I want the story to be.



All her mind kept thinking was, why couldn’t  I save him? She turned her head with sorrow.

She looked at the sky. It was grey like the lake, a storm was coming, no doubt.

Grayish waves splashed against the dock, as if wanting to pull Alexis down. Alexis’ eyes grew with horror.

I will not go down like Peter! NEVER! She thought.

She backed away from the edge, but bumped into something. Actually someone.

She turned. A smile swept across her face.

“Arthur!” She smiled, cheekily.

Arthur grinned mischievously. “Hello Alex!”

“Looks like you came back from college! A little early, too.” Alexis said.

Arthur looked puzzled. “I told you I was coming on February the third.”

“I meant by a few hours, silly.” Alexis ruffled his hair (she had to stand on her tippy toes).

“You little trickster, you!” He said, his Paminor accent heavy[1].

She smiled, but it quickly faded.

“What’s wrong, Alexis?” Arthur asked.

“It’s just that- that…” She stifled a sob. “That Peter died here.”

Arthur face turned grim, but soon afterwards he smiled.

“How do you know he’s dead?” he asked.

“What do you mean ‘how’? You saw him fall into the lake yourself!”

“He could have swam! He is the winner of the Almerland Swimming Championships.”

Alexis rolled her eyes. “I doubt that.”

“Now!” Arthur said. “How about some of your famous pot stew?”


“Oh, for Xavier’s[2] sake!” Alexis whined.

“What wrong, Whiner McWhiney-butt?” Arthur asked, with an impish grin.

“Oh, nothing.” Alexis said in a sing-song voice. “I just need some Frelliander[3], could you be a gentleman and get me some?”

“Sure, your highness! I’ll kiss your feet afterwards.”

Alexis rolled her eyes at his childish behavior. Alexis had always been the mature one. Besides Peter. Peter was the second maturest.

Arthur was still lounging about when Alexis’ brain fell back to Earth.

“Why haven’t you gone out yet?” Alexis said, scowling. “I guess we’ll have to eat soup at Midnight!”

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Not gonna work, Al.” he said, while picking his nails.

Alexis growled. She looked him in the eyes and gave him an ice-cold stare.

Arthur clutched his heart. “Your stare is going to freeze my heart! I don’t want to be cold-hearted like my sister!” he joked.

“Out!’ Alexis pointed to the door with her spoon.

Arthur sighed in defeat.

“Oh! Also get some Androweed [4] and Codder![5]” Alexis yelled after him.

Alexis heard Arthur groan.

Alexis giggled, and stirred her stew.


Arthur came back, with an armful of groceries.

“Oh, Arthur! You didn’t have to get this stuff.” Alexis said.

“But I did.” Arthur smirked.

“Flour! You got flour! And sugar! You darling!” Alexis said, and hugged Arthur.

“Thank you, Arthur.” Alexis whispered. “Thank you…”

“Can I have some stew? I’m hungry!” Arthur said.

“You have to be a patient young man, if you want some stew.” Alexis said.

“Aye-Aye, sir!” He said. alexis glared at him. “I mean, Ma’am…”

“Now Soldier, set the table.” Alexis grinned.

“Hup, two, three, four!” Arthur marched off.

Alexis added the savory spice into her pot of stew.

Frelliander fixes everything, she thought.


After two servings of stew, they cleared their table off.

Alexis looked out the window and saw the silvery moon.

I wonder if Arthur is right. She thought. I must never give up hope.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Arthur said.

Alexis jumped. She was startled. How on Earth did Arthur come up so quietly? Arthur was usually the one to stomp around carelessly.

“Yes it is quite pretty.” Alexis nodded.

“Want to go out?” Arthur asked.

She nodded.

After they grabbed a couple woolen blankets, they headed outside.

A cold breeze swept Alexis’ hair out of her face.

Help!  Alexis heard.

She looked around.

“Wha-What was that?” Alexis stuttered.

“What was what?” Arthur asked, looking confused.

“I guess I am just hearing things.” Alexis guessed.


There it was again.

Shivers rushed up Alexis’s spine, as she looked around frantically.

“Are you alright, Alex?” Arthur asked.

“Ye- yes. I am fi- fine…” Alexis trailed off.  She now heard whimpering.

“Don’t you hear that?” Alexis asked.

“Hear what Alexis? You’re not telling me what to listen for. I am hearing lots of things.” Arthur asked, his voice full of concern.

“Is whimpering one of them?” She hissed.

“Whimpering?” Arthur asked. Arthur was just plain confused. His sister was acting weird. Was she alright?

Somebody. Please help me!

“Now I hear someone asking for help. Begging actually.” Alexis said biting her nails.

Alexis only bit her nails when she was nervous. And she was rarely nervous.

Please.  The voice stopped to sob. They are after me!

Who? Alexis thought in her mind, focusing on the voice.

The Ravagers!

Where are you? Alexis asked.

In the forest, near the creek.

That’s near us! Alexis thought.

Alexis started to run into the forest.

“ALEX! What are you doing?” Arthur asked.

“No time to explain! Follow me! And bring the blankets!” At that Alexis ran through the forest.

Arthur followed closely behind her.

Alexis reached the creek.

“Where are you?” Alexis asked.

To Arthur it seemed like Alexis was going crazy. Well he thought that until he heard a voice.

“Over here.” the voice croaked out.

Alexis followed the voice, with Arthur behind her.

She came near a log.

“Hello?” Alexis asked.

Something grabbed her leg.

Alexis screamed. It was a hand, reaching out of the log.

Alexis helped the figure out of the log.

The figure was a girl. She was short, with pale skin, which seemed to glow.

The girl had Grey eyes and thin facial features.

Her Purplish black hair, dirty and covered with mud.

The strange girl wore a ragged brown dress.

“Hi, I’m Alexis Draughtstorm! What’s your name?” Alexis asked.

“I am Princess Maira Ladonava Ecrelle of the Air Elementals. And you Alexis are in danger.”

[1] – Paminor is this world’s version of Scotland.
[2] – Xavier was a great king. He conquered most of the Dredderlands, and named it Almerland.
[3] – Frelliander is this world’s version of Basil.
[4] – Androweed is this world’s version of Rosemary.
[5] – Codder is a bitter leaf, full of vitamin D. Used for medicine.

YAY! It’s part one of two.


Hope you enjoyed!

I am not dead. | Life Update

WAZGOINGONGUYZ? I am super sorry of my absence. I only have been using scheduled posts since like– The end of February, and I haven’t made a genuine post in awhile.

So where have I been?

  • I’ve been working on Minea
  • I’ve been writing
  • I’ve been enjoying my new computer (a birthday gift)
  • I’ve totally forgotten about you guys.
  • I’ve not come up with anything good to post about.

Well, I have a cool idea for a book, so I’m writing it.

Once again, I am so sorry! Hope to write you all soon!



Through The Ages: TDH: D.4: Part 1/1

This one is short because I have the full version on paper…. But it isn’t the best.



Alexis ran like the wind towards the forest of Scornfell. She didn’t dare look behind her, afraid to see those three  evil knights chasing after her.


What if they catch me?  she thought. What if I will be sold as a slave, and sent to the Dredderlands!

Alexis shook off the evil thoughts and continued running.


The drumming of hooves drew nearer. Alexis picked up her pace and tried to control her ragged breathing.


Suddenly, a hand grabbed Alexis by the hair and pulled her around to face her captor.

“Thought you could outrun horses? Idiot girl.” He smirked, his left eye twitching from the terrible scar that ran through it.

The red-headed knight rode forward and laughed in Alexis’ face. “Vector, look at her pathetic face!” He gave a sadistic smile.

The tall blonde knight swung off his horse and stalked over. He gripped her cheekbones and examined her face. “Should make a couple gold pieces. Maybe even a platinum.” He said nonchalantly.

“Drop her Fredrick.” The scarred man let go of Alexis’ hair and let her lay helpless on the dirt.

As they searched through her bag, Alexis struggled to get up.

“What worthy knights.” Alexis laughed. “More like Parasites. Killing and destroying innocent lives.”

“What are you gonna do about it, princess?” Vector snarled.

Alexis screamed, causing crystals to encase the knights and she ran into the woods.




THE SUN SHONE through the dozens of Maple that were lined up throughout Erinville.

Even though Erinville was in a remote location, it was high on the list of sight-sees.


The bittersweet wind blew Alexis Draughstorm’s caramel-blonde hair across her face, causing her to wrap her shawl more tightly around her.

Alexis was the only daughter, and second child of Patrick Morse and Amaya Jane Draughtstorm.

At sixteen years, she was more mature than any other girl her age in all of Erinville.

Well, back to the story.

Alexis sat on her knees and dug through the moist Panimor soil, pulling potatoes out and setting them in the basket she bore.


After successfully digging out a dozen potatoes, Alexis heard a voice behind her.

“Cold Isn’t it?”

Alexis turned quickly and saw a familiar face. “Zinnia?” She asked.

“The one and only!” She grinned.

Alexis got up and hugged her friend. “I wasn’t expecting you till Thursday! I would of made you supper.”


“Well, our vacation was cut short by a big storm.” Zinnia said, gripping her staff a little tighter. “I was looking forward to the beach.”


“Well, I’ll make it up to you by serving you a little snack. Do you want any coffee, or tea?”


“Tea please.” Zinnia smiled gratefully.


“Okay. I’ll have it ready faster than you could say ‘for a miner’s gold mine!’” Alexis said.


Zinnia thought for a moment. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“I know.” Alexis said nonchalantly.


Thanks for reading!



Anyway as a gift to you all for sticking with moi, I am giving you a sneak peak to one of my main characters, Alexis Amaya Draugthstorm. Take her and I will hunt you down and gut you like a fish. I’ve been working on her for 6-7 years now and she is my best friend. One of them anyways. lol

I didn’t make the character sheets:


Alexis Draughtstorm

Physical Traits
Gender: Female
Birthdate: 12 Apr 1301 (15)
Ethnicity: Eastern Europe, Northern Europe, Western Europe, Southern Europe
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 147
Body: Tall frame, healthy, with small muscle tone. Ectomorphic . Minimal body hair, with color differs from skin tone somewhat.
Face: Round – Full-looking face with a round chin and hairline. Widest point is at the cheeks and ears. Light blue eyes that slant up. Large irises, average eye spacing, and average-sized eyes. Curved eyebrows, low-height eyebrows. Average forehead with no features.
Hair: Short, dark red hair. Usually long and wavy but is cut into a boy cut for safety sake.
Skin: Light beige, oily skin. Freckles
Nose: A nose that is straight from the keystone area of the nose between the eyes instead of from the forehead. A medium bridge, rounded tip, and medium base. Underside of nose is slants up.
Lips: The lip shape is not visible, pale in color.
Teeth: Medium teeth. Dental problems: None
Hands: Small hands with medium-length, thin-width fingers that have flat tips. Square palms with few deep lines. Short fingernails.
Health Issues:
Smell: Natural and Pleasant
Voice: Middle pitch. Twangy quality – Sharp, bright sound (Technical: Often attributed to excessive nasality, but probably also has an epipharyngeal basis)
Distinctive Voice or Speech Traits:
Vocabulary: Average but unique
Distinctive Features: Big ears
Stance: Awkward
Walk: Clumsily
Common Gestures: Rubs hands together, scowls when thinking.
Facial Expressions: Thinking (scowl), smiling.
Clothes and Shoes: Usually a dress and apron, but she wears boy clothes now.
Cosmetics: Um none…


Birthplace: Earth
Current Home: Earth
Number of Siblings: 3, 3 of whom are still living, and of which the character is middle child.
Relationships within Family: She loves them but her father is gone.
Character’s History: Her father goes when lil bro dies. Mother can’t take care of 3 kids without helps of father’s payment. Arthur and Alexis are sent to Children’s home.
Family Religious Background: Christian

Importance: Very

Father’s Occupation: Services


Mother’s Occupation: Services


Family’s Economic Class (while the character was growing up): Lower-middle class
Notable Relatives: Her Aunt Phoebe. Aunt Thelma (adoptive aunt)
Family Traditions: Going to Harvest Festival. To play games every Friday night (when dad was home)
Character’s Education: Children’s Home. Eventually Moonlark College.
Character’s Occupation: Productive

Writer, teacher

Character’s Economic Class: Poor
Character’s Religion: Christian

Importance: Very

Number of Children: 0

SHE IS YOUNG! But eventually 3-4

Personal Life: Relationship: Will marry at age 23 to Mupheus Alan Quill
Special Talent: Sewing, fighting, writing, cooking
Hobbies: Cooking, writing, sewing.
Friends: Zinnea G., The Gang, her siblings, Sam L., Terrace F., Sarah, Everest.
Reputation: ALEX THE DESTROYER jk jk
Keepsakes: Mother’s necklace.
  • Food: Cream Scones
  • Color: Blue
  • Outfit: A boy’s outfit
  • Pastime: Hanging with Zinnia
  • Literary Genre: Fantasy
  • Items: Pen, diary
  • Animal: Dog
  • Music: Bardic
  • Plant: Tree
Annoyances: Snobs
Group Affiliation: Weirdos


Motto: ‘I will fight for those who are in need’
Myers Briggs Personality Type: ENFP
Leadership: Leader – Always takes the leadership role, whether through force of personality or desperate desire to be in control.
Group Role:
Coaches try to create harmony in the world around them, by building rapport with people, creating a positive team atmosphere, looking after people’s welfare, motivating people and/or providing a service to the satisfaction of others. They value people’s contributions, seek to develop the role that others play, and invest a lot of effort in building positive relationships. They try to overcome differences of opinion and find ways in which the team can agree.

This role most closely corresponds with ESFJ, ENFJ Myers Briggs personality types.

Cooperation in a group setting: Enthusiastic and Helpful
Style of Thinking:
The I-P combination is typical of someone who gains agreement on goals and then tolerates a great deal of latitude in method. They have a greater concern for “people” issues and are more in tune with a person’s needs. As a leader, the I-P will appear to be over permissive and be allowing of too much latitude. This can be seen as non-leadership by people who are looking for structure and guidance.
Personality Flaws: Paranoid


Severity: Minor, not disruptive

Mental Health Complaints: Sleep

Severity: Minor, not disruptive

Fears: Losing family. Drowning in the ocean.
Weaknesses and Shortcomings: Chocolate
Hopes and Dreams: To be a known traveler and explore the world
Desperation: To help people?
At Stake: Her identity
Most and Least Self-Serving Actions: She survives.
Goals: To survive
Prejudices: She thinks if people are snobby they stay snobby
Politics: Culturally liberal, Local power,
Moral Code: She does what she believes is right
Strengths: Social
Secrets: She is a girl. dun dun dun!
Secrecy about Personal Information: Keeps some secrets
Emotional Attack: To hurt this character, one would:

Threaten ones she loves

Reliability of Memory: Very reliable
Sense of Humor:
  • Unique
Deviation from Type: She is a complex character. Like me 😉


  1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence – literal or imagined – did the father have? She looked up to him but he left them all alone for the mines. So she now thinks bitterly of him, though she hope he turns out better.
  2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence – literal or imagined – did the mother have? She is still in deep love with her mother. Her mother is very kind to her, though she is struggling financially.
  3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? Though sometimes annoying she loves them with all her heart. Peter “died” and it broke her heart. She was really close to him. When Arden was born she grew super close because Arden was like Peter in many ways. Including looks and personality.
  4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? She lives in a children’s home for the most part but every month or two, stays the night at her family’s home. The Children’s home is strict, stressing and dull. Her home with family is very warming, optimistic and happy. Though there are rules to abide by. NO ELBOWS ON DA TABLE!
  5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? Not really overprotected. Arthur, Sam, Terrace, Susan, Zinnea, Zinnea, and Alexis herself stand up for her. Alexis will never be trampled on. EVER.
  6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? Mother, Thelma and Zinnea’s family are affectionate, but Mrs. Robbins is quite stern and rejectful.
  7. What was the economic status of their family? Poor.  That is why they are at a children’s home.
  8. How does your character feel about religion? She believes there is a God and that He loves her along with everyone else.
  9. What about political beliefs? Since MDU came she loathes the Government and the King and his family. WHY WOULD YOU HELP SUCH AN EVIL CAUSE?
  10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? She is Street smart since she lived in Erinville for so long, and she is wise from books. Don’t let her looks fool you but she has been through a lot.
  11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? She is educated minimally in the Children’s home. They also teach chores and financial such.
  12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof – reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? Since she reads a lot she can speak well and she hates it when she sees Bad Grammar.
  13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? Yes. She loves learning, but she hates that Mrs. Robbins is behind it all.
  14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? She always liked writing.
  15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? She didn’t… She never did finish her schooling at the Children’s Home, since she ran away. But she joined college after the MDU war and got out with the skill of teaching, writing and english.
  16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? She has a secret job at the Erinville Magia Press. The undercover magical newspaper. She wants to help the sorcerers all she can.
  17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? No she has never left Erinville. But not for long. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
  18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? NOTHING!
  19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? She thought her life would be the same and dull, so she chose to join the secret group and found herself in an enveloped adventures.
  20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? Every year they go to the Harvest Festival.
  21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? She hates Mrs. Robbins. And Angelo Quill. She loves the Story of King Xavier, and she is mostly clumsy, but can be etiquette.
  22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? Her friend is Zinnea. She is awesome. She said she wouldn’t date. Not for long sweetheart. She had a small crush on Aaron for awhile, but she runs into Alan… And she eventually falls head-over-heels for him… Well, she fell for Mupheus Alan Quill.
  23. What do they want from a partner? A loving person to be at their side at all times. Kind, understanding. Will communicate.
  24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? Usually the leader. She is great with organization and leadership.
  25. What are their hobbies and interests? Writing, cooking, sewing.
  1. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? A small, homey home that brings warmth into your heart. :3 There is always a warm fire going and something is always cooking. Alexis wears simple clothes. She actually finds boy clothes more comfortable.
  2. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? She thinks she looks average. She doesn’t care enough to make herself primped & precious. She makes her own clothing, but it wears her out.
  3. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? She eventually marries Mupheus Alan Quill. At first she was appalled that he was her enemy’s cousin, but she saw he was nothing like him. He pursued her and she was oblivious. When he left for a long time, she realized how empty her heart was without him. When he came back she kissed him full on the mouth, causing Peter, Aaron, and Arthur to gag playfully.
  4. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? Controlling. Selfish.
  5. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? She is sad because her dad left. She got pretty mad when she saw him. She actually forgives him and Mrs. Robbins in the future.
  6. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? She had a son named Blythely Alan “Blythe” Quill. Two years later they had a son named Bartel Aaron “Bart” Quill. Three years later they had a daughter named Brookely Amaya “Brooke” Quill.
  7. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? Freaks out at first but she then calms down and assesses the situation.
  8. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health? She doesn’t like alcohol.
  9. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? She feels unconfident.
  10. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? Eventually, yes.
  11. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? No. She loathes it.
  12. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? All the time. Thinking of scenarios.
  13. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? Takes it head on.
  14. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? Cocky people.
  15. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? She is witty and goofy. Sarcastic at times.
  16. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? Yes, she knows what she can and can’t do, even if she has to fail to get there.
  17. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? Even though she denies it, she needs a partner.
  18. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? MAGIC!
  19. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? She will work on it 78% of the time.
  20. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? She speaks what she thinks as soon as it comes to mind.
  21. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? A few stomach rolls, but she thinks it’s because she likes food.
  22. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? Visible. She wants to be a role model.
  23. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? Energetic and extreme. Clumsy.
  24. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? Very exuberant, and lower than the average girl tone. Very happy.
  25. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating? Cheerful, but when she’s singing her eyebrows look sad. When she thinks she scowls. She usually has a small smile on her face.


Name: Alexis Amaya Draughtstorm

Age: 15

Height: 5′ 10”

Eye color: Blue

Physical appearance: Tall and Skinny; Long dark red hair (now short hence the boy act);

Strange or unique physical attributes: sparkling blue eyes and a contagious smile.

Favorite clothing style/outfit: a blue dress with an apron, and her hair tied into a braid;

Where does he or she live? What is it like there? Erinville, Panimor, Almerland. It’s cornfields and wheat fields are surrounding small wooded areas. And inside the woods are the small towns with corn-mills.

Defining gestures/movements (i.e., curling his or her lip when he or she speaks, always keeping his or her eyes on the ground, etc.): Pulls hair behind ears when stressed. Rubs hands together. Scowls when thinks.

Things about his or her appearance he or she would most like to change: Wishes she had Brown eyes like her mother and big brother.

Speaking style (fast, talkative, monotone, etc.): Speaks emphatically until she gets to the climax of the conversation and she is exuberant. VERY.

Pet peeves: People interrupting; boys; lying;

Fondest memory: When The whole family was together and they played chess on Christmas Eve.

Hobbies/interests: Writing, family time, cooking and helping others.

Special skills/abilities: First aid, sewing, organizing, singing.

Insecurities: Singing, afraid she can’t protect the ones she loves.

Quirks/eccentricities: When reading a book she uses the same emotions as the characters do, leaving a silent girl with changing expressions.

Temperament (easy-going, easily angered, etc.): easy-going most of the time, but when angered snappy and proves her point proficiently

Negative traits:  Always looks down to herself when she did amazing.

Things that upset him or her: People teasing her, and seeing her friends not get along.

Things that embarrass him or her: People not understanding her, teasing, her brother doing something stupid.

This character is highly opinionated about: How people should treat each other.

Any phobias? Water.

Things that make him or her happy: Some friends coming over for some tea and honey biscuits.

Family (describe): Seamus Finn(Father, away):  Red hair and blue eyes; Sylvanna Arden (mother, alive): raven hair and brown eyes. Arthur Finn(older brother): Red hair and brown eyes; Peter Gregor (younger brother, unknown): Raven hair and grey eyes. Aunt Phoebe (Mother’s side, deceased): Caramel blonde hair and grey eyes.

Deepest, darkest secret: She has magic.

Reason he or she kept this secret for so long: Because it is illegal to have magic.

Other people’s opinions of this character (What do people like about this character? What do they dislike about this character?):

Her friends: SHE IS SO SWEET! And passionate and caring- the best friend that any girl could have!

Mr. Robbins: She is hardworking and pleasant to speak with.

Mrs. Robbins: She made a deal with the Devil! She is evil and lazy!

Strangers: The Draughtstorm girl? I feel bad for what she has been through thus far.

Arthur: Even though she could be annoying sometimes I love her. With all my heart.

Peter: She always made sure I was okay and I love her.

The Band of Heroes: She’s Pretty cool, even though she lied to us.

Father: I love my little sweet girl, and she is growing up so fast.

Mother: I always thought she reminded myself of me. And I love her more than anything.

Favorite bands/songs/type of music: Violins…..

Favorite movies: [no movies in the middle ages so fav play] only saw one and it is by far her favorite. The Tale of King Xavier.

Favorite TV shows: n/a

Favorite books: The Tales of Dredderlands

Favorite foods: Cream Scones with butter and jam.

Favorite sports/sports teams: Fencing/dagger throwing.

Political views: That their should be a kind king ruling over Panimor.

Religion/philosophy of life: Christianity

Physical health: Very healthy, but not conditioned for high-speed action.

Dream vacation: Going to the Crescent Isles, to see the Shooting Star Falls.

Description of his or her house: A small cottage at the edge of Erinville hidden by a grove of trees. The inside is sweet and dainty with a kitchen/dining area with two rooms upstairs and an attic.

Description of his or her bedroom: A gray, dull dorm room with 14 other girls.

Any pets? Peter named a stray dog Fluffles and they had him for awhile then he disappeared after Peter died.

Best thing that has ever happened to this character: She found Peter.

Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Losing her father and brother.

Superstitions: That Angelo Quill was up to something.

Three words to describe this character: Caring, Sweet, Herself.

If a song played every time this character walked into the room, what song would it be?

Out of the woods (Taylor Swift, 1989)


Hope you enjoy!!! 😀 😀 😀


I AM AN OLD PERSONNN I AM OLD jk jk I am still a teen…. lol

Through The Ages: TDH: Draft 3, Part 2/2

Here is the second part to Draft 3:

Chapter Two


I was walking around my hometown, Arenville, when I everyone crowded around the newspaper stand.

Must be a popular topic.  I thought. Why else would everyone crowd around Phillans’s stand.

I walked up to the stand.

I pushed through the crowd and found my way to Phillan.

I saw him grabbing the coins on the counter, and passing some newspapers to customers. He then scanned the crowd, spotting me.

“Ah! Me boy! Aren’t ya color to sore eyes, me lad!” He said, throwing me an apron. “Come ‘elp me in the stall, while I be puttin’ this money in the ole’ bank.”

I looked at the apron in my hands. “But sir, I have to get to Alexis.”

“I’ll let ya git ‘alf the profit, me lad.”

“Deal.” I grinned and nodded, and he walked off.

I put the apron on, fumbling with the strings.

I grabbed the newspaper.

Almerland Times

Goblin’s Attack!

Goblin’s are heading to the West Coast. Including the countries:  Jonai, Syrimin, Panimor and Moonlark.

The Almerland Sentry and the Moonlark Guard are looking more into where they are coming from, and why they are coming.

The Board of Wizards are looked into the matter and said that the goblin’s are coming from either the Dredderlands or Cleroo.
Panimor! I thought. We live in Panimor!

“Achem!” Someone said. It was Amelia. Alexis’ friend.

“Hey Lia!” I said, smirking.

“It’s Amelia!” She said through her teeth.

“Okay, Amy.” I said.

She growled under her breath. Oh how much I loved pestering people.

“Just get me a newspaper.” She said, slamming a coin on the table.

“We are out, we should be getting more in around ten minutes.” I said.

She sighed dramatically. “Devin will never get better…” She mumbled.

“Is Devin okay?” I asked concerned. Devin was one of my best buds.

“He has Vertigo. This time he is seeing hallucinations.” She said, tears in the brink of her eye.

I felt sorry for her. “Here, have my copy. For a doctor go here.” I said circling an address for Dr. Murphy.

“Thank you so much.” She said with tears of joy.

“And tell Alexis I will be late. I have to work late. And Amelia,” I said passing Amelia some silver pieces. “Take these to pay for the Doctor.”

“You called me Amelia!” She beamed.

“No you’re crazy. Now go help your brother.” I said with a twinkle in my eyes. She smiled and ran off.

→ + ←


I will kill him when he returns home. I will kill him twice if necessary.

At that I heard the bolt open and a tired Arthur opened the door. After he hung up his apron he walked to our worn rocking chair, and plopped himself down.

I emerged from the shadows, behind him.

“I am sooo gonna kill you.” I said. He turned around, eyes wide.

He jumped up and ran into our room. I heard the click of the lock.

I ran to the door. “Ya know that this is our room, and I would have the extra key?” I said, and pulled out my key.

I heard a muffled drat through the door. I then heard a creaking.

I strained my ear. What is that?

I heard a groaning of wood against wood.

I racked my brain for an idea of what it was.

The window. My eyes widened.

I fumbled with the key to unlock the door.

I found an empty room and an open window.

I sighed and walked to the window. I saw that the tree branch by the window was shaking.

The ones below it were too. I looked above and saw a little of Arthur’s coat. I rolled my eyes. I’ve seen this trick before. He was trying to trick me. Keyword: Trying!

I looked down and saw a six-foot drop.

Chicken-boy, I thought. It’s only six-feet.

I jumped down, and wiped the dust off my dress.

I ran towards the brook.

I looked around for the tree with a hole, five-feet above the ground. I saw a tree stump near the tree, and I ran to it.

I jumped up and jumped into the tree.

It was a confined space, with twigs, leaves and pinecones on the ground. I tried to dodge them, but I lost my balance and hit the wall of the tree.

I heard rustling above. I saw Arthur’s face appear in the trapdoor above. I pressed myself against the tree and bit my lip.

He didn’t see me.

I sighed with relief.

I grabbed a pinecone and stealthily climbed the ladder.

When I reached the top, I was astounded.

It was a treehouse! It had books all over the floor. History, Folklore, World Maps, World Culture and even a Bestiary.

I grasped my pinecone and tossed it slightly.

“About killing you,” I said. Arthur turned wide-eyed.

“How did you-” Arthur asked confused.

“You should be quieter when you try to sneak out.” I smirked, and threw the pinecone at his head.

“Ow…” He said rubbing his head.

“Baby…” I muttered under my breath.

He was about to say something, but it was interrupted by me shushing him. I indicated I was trying to listen.

I heard hoofbeats. They were coming fast and uneven.

I indicated to the trapdoor. Arthur nodded and followed me to the door.

After we climbed down the ladder I peeked out of the Broken tree.

I saw a horse coming our way. It’s rider was wearing a burgundy cloak.

When it reached us the figure fell of it’s horse. I ran over to the figure and pulled down it’s hood.  It revealed a young girl’s face.

She opened her eyes. “Your brother.” She struggled out. “He lives.”

Chapter Three


Arthur helped me pick her up. I didn’t know what she meant by “Your brother is alive” thing. Arthur is obviously right here. She could mean Peter- no. It couldn’t be. I sighed and adjusted my grip.

When we reached the house, I kicked open the door. I struggled to get her to our room before my arms were completely useless.

When I reached the bed and put her in the bed. Arthur pulled up a chair and sat staring at her.

“Arthur?” I asked.

“Uh huh?” He said, still staring at her.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting for answers.”

“Leave her in peace.” I said.

He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. I sighed and walked out.

It’s nearly impossible to move a teenager boy. I thought, sighing.

I sat on the old rocking chair, thinking about what the mysterious girl said.

I know her from somewhere. I thought. I just don’t know where.

Arthur bursted in.  “She’s awake!” He said.

I jumped up and ran into our room.

She was sitting up. She said something I couldn’t understand.

“What?” I said.

“My satchel.” She said a little louder.

I rushed over and grabbed it. I picked it up but almost dropped it, due to the weight.

What’s in that thing? I thought.

After I hauled it over to her, she opened it up. She took out a map and a quill pen. A Falcon’s feather quill, by the look of it.

She drew an “X” where we are and a circle in an area 10 miles above Arinville, where we live.

She pointed to the circle. “That’s where Peter is.” She said.

“Wow, wow, wow.” Arthur saad waving his hands. “Back up! Do we know you? How do you know about Peter, or where we were?”

The girl sighed. “Do you recall being slammed into a tree by a girl, and she tried saving your brother?”

We nodded.
“That’s me.” She said. I gasped and Arthur opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He kept on doing it, so he looked like a fish.

“Well I knew I recognized you from somewhere.” I smiled. “So, Peter is a good 10 miles away from us.

“Well, that’s where he was last time I checked.” She said. I think her name was Dayna.

“What do you mean, ‘Last time’.” Arthur said, scowling at her.

She sighed again. “ He’s moving. Well, heading Northeast.”

“So he’s more than 10 miles.” I said, and looked down at my hands.

“Yes. He’s drifting off fast.” She nodded. “He must have some transportation or he runs really fast, without slowing down.”

“So are we leaving or what?” Arthur said, grabbing something out from under his bed. He was holding a bag.

“Why do you have fully filled bags under your bed?” I asked, and crossed my arms. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. I tapped my foot. His shoulders sagged.

“I was going to go look for Pa in the future, but Peter is my first priority.” He said.

My eyes softened and my arms uncrossed.

“Oh, Arthur that’s really sweet!” I said. “But you’re missing one bag. If you went, I would go too.” He smiled at this.

Dayna just looked at us back and forth. She shrugged.

“Okay, let’s go!” Dayna said and got up, yet she failed and fell down on her butt.

Arthur helped her up. She flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry about that.” She said, dusting her skirt off. “I guess I haven’t fully healed. Twan!” she casted a spell, and her face colored a bit more.

“Ah.” She sighed with relief. “I feel much better.”

“How did you do that?” Arthur asked amazed.

“Do what? This?” She said, and put her palm out. “Jadfrell!” Blue, purple and red sparks flew from her palm.

“Magic. Yes. How do you do it?” Arthur asked.

“I dunno. Comes naturally, I guess.” She shrugged. “Don’t you know? You have magic.”

“WHAT?” Arthur and I said in unison.

“Oh, you don’t know yet, do you?” She said, and rubbed her neck sheepishly.
So many crazy things happened that day. Yet it was the beginning of an adventure.

Ugh, Alexis is such a– jerk… She is not like this in the latest draft fyi. More emotional, but on the new draft I’m fixing her up to be the best Alexis yet! 🙂