In the beginning, there was Chaos; a great source of energy with the Universe. Chaos had a younger sister, Order. Together they formed the deities that shaped the stars. The deities were known as Primordials. These were Erebus, Nyx, Eros, Gaia, and Tartarus. Erebus and Nyx gave birth to Aether, atmosphere, and Hemera, daylight. Gaia and Tartarus gave birth to the creatures of Gaia; beasts of sky, earth, and sea. The primordials were in charge of the order of the Realm and were entrusted to Sister Chaos by Sister Order. Sister Order would return to the Realm beyond the Third Plane to forge the Afterlife.
Colorful gems and shards filled the spacious cavern with rainbow lights. There were less at the entrance and more deeper in, but that’s where problems would arise.
My friends and I were taken to a place that we thought was impossible. We gained the ability to manipulate what is called Aether, or as some people would call it, magic. When we came back to our own world from our adventure in a fantasy world, we accidentally unlocked the aether in our world. When we did that our world started to change showing the balance from reality to fantasy started to fade revealing things that should have stayed hidden. My friends started up a business that allows us to investigate these fades in reality. One case brought us to a place in Europe, a small remote town where witnesses state that they have seen a castle appear out of thin air.
Once upon a beautiful starry night a beautiful baby girl was born but she was not a normal baby girl. ⁸This beautiful baby girl was born with magic powers. Everyone was wondering how this happened and why it happened. No one has been born with magic powers in almost 100years in the royal family but her parents did not care if she had powers or not. They loved her no matter what. And this was 15 years ago. The little girl grew up to be a beautiful young lady and I only know that because I am that little girl. Oh hello, I am christina by the way. I was the first one in 100 years to be born with magic powers in the royal family. And this is the story of how I saved my family and my country. Well I am getting ahead of myself. Let us start where it began.
Its 3:06 am. Like clockwork, I can hear Pop Malone flipping my blueberry pancakes. Now here comes Pumpkin Malone with her award-winning organic peach chamomile tea. As I continued my sketches, I took a sip of tea and my phone rang. Its 3:14 am. I answer and it’s my older sister. “Hey Vi, I was calling to let you know I’m on my way home from school. I will be there at 10 am. I had a dream about a dead eagle, so I need to see everyone’s faces.” I said, “Great! I miss you so much! I will see you then.” I haven’t seen her since she dropped me off, on my first day of senior year, on her way back to college. I cut my night short and told the Malones goodbye. I wanted to get good sleep so I could spend the day with my sister.
I arrived at the hotel last night. I hated arriving Monday mornings. Awaking much too early to drive from my last gig, rushing to make the dancer meeting by 11, and the first showtime was often at noon! Dance CD’s and stage props everywhere, costumes and toiletries strewn all over the bed, suitcases exploding in every corner. No thanks. Better to spend my day off driving and arrive with time to settle in.
"There's a thin line between what is real and what is not. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference." That's what was written on the billboard Matt saw before he looked up higher into the sky and saw what appeared to be a flying saucer. The lights coming from the saucer were almost blinding and caused Matt to miss his turn on the highway. He figured he would take the next exit and turnaround, but that exit never came. So Matt kept driving. Fog crept in and visibility was low. Matt had been driving for hours and he was hungry now. Having not seen any place to eat for miles, he was pleasantly surprised when he finally saw a diner. It was midnight on a Saturday, and he knew that he was lucky to find any place at all that was still open at this hour. Fortunately, The Portal Cafe was open 24/7.
It took no longer than half a second, and there I was. In front of a run-down building, faced with big, old bay windows; the pale blue paint peeling off the frames right before my eyes.