• ---To Be edited! Stay Tuned for ch-ch-ch-changes (Turn and face the strain) ch-ch-ch... *fades out* It is going to be a hard and brutal process (I hate changing too much, and I always get carried away, trust me, this story was about a boy living in the slums originally sweatdrop ) BUT GIVE ME COMMENTS IF YOU POST - I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK THE STORY SHOULD BE LIKE AND WHAT I NEED TO CH-CH-CH-CHANGE!---

    Amistad led me into through the doors to the house. My heart was hammering against my ribs, the excitement from reality of that experience was too much for it. Mary was handing Mr. Macrae a glass of ice cold water, the outside of it was frosty from the coolness of the fluid inside. I then realized how dry my mouth was as I watched a drop from the outside of the cup slide down and onto the floor.

    “Why did you do that Sawyer, you know you can’t do the things you used to!” Amistad yelled in his booming voice as he shut to door behind me, “You could have died, or worse, got caught!” He turned and faced all of us, point his finger, “Another thing to remember children and this definitely won’t be the last time you will be told this, but never use your powers in the outside world unless circumstances are in a dire need for it.”

    I had never seen Amistad look at somebody with such furiousness as he did to Mr. Macrae. Over the past week he had never raised his voice at us for doing something stupid. Trust me. We did a lot of very obtuse things.

    Mary led me into the kitchen as soon as Mr. Macrae was up and following us around his house, telling us useless details about the portraits on the wall and the awards he won as a boy. “That was a huge achievement,” he recollected, “winning the school mathematics competitions, I was the youngest in my group.”

    Mary just rolled her eyes at him and smiled at us. After an hour of touring the house, Amistad yawned then looked at his watch. “Well it is about time we should be going; the children have to have time to settle in at their new school.”

    I scoured at him calling us ‘the children’, but finally we were out of the house. Mary led us out of the back doors of the house and through to the garden. All of our bags were placed in the center of a wide path that was well hidden behind thick bushes, huge blossoming plants and the cloak of darkness.

    “Now, everyone, hold hands in a circle and place all your belongings in the center of the circle, Luna hold onto Maya tightly,” Mary took a deep breath in and closed her eyes.

    Our surroundings went black as a long, low humming irrupted around me, my ears started ringing and my mouth went drier.

    It stopped as quickly as it started; the surroundings quickly came back into picture. We had left the garden behind and were now in the middle of busy granite floored, stone building. Mary smiled as Amistad made sure everybody had their things and then picked up three of my bags, two were slung over his shoulder and the other rolled behind him. I picked up my last two, “Follow closely my dears,” Mary said as she started striding towards the glass doors to the outside of the building. She pushed the doors open to a busy town with flowers, greenery or a statue everywhere you looked. The ground was brightened by a silver sun and the sky was a medium blue. A thousand voices could be heard: the laughter of children, the chatter of elderly woman gossiping and the yells of merchants shouting out the prices of their stock, among other voices.

    I stayed at the heels of Mary and Amistad, entranced in all the action going on around me. The clothing worn was not the modern style you would see to day, rather all women wore dresses and the men wore leggings and tight shirts that were not even in the least bit attractive. The modern clothes worn by the six of us were pointed at and ridiculed by others who happened to see us. I rolled my eyes; you’re the ones stuck in cheap, plain dresses while I wear my sexy thousand dollar jeans, I’m the one who should be laughing, not you.

    In the center of a circle of people, I noticed a man juggling fire. My thoughts were entrenched by him, the fire floated around him so simply. I was so focused on the beauty of the flames that a boy ran into me with boxes that covered his view. Things scattered everywhere, my bags tripped numerous people walking behind me and a jar of pickled eggs shattered onto my pants. So much for those sexy thousand dollar pants. It seemed the fire man noticed this outburst and he dropped his fiery stick, which rolled onto a middle aged woman’s dress, who screamed and collapsed on another woman, whose dress caught on fire too, she then leaped to the nearest booth which was selling small trinkets in a grass stand, which then, of course, caught on fire. The whole thing was a catastrophe. Soon there were people running every which way, I stood up quickly as not to be trampled. I grabbed the one bag of mine I could find and frantically looked around for Mary and Amistad. They were nowhere to be seen. Somebody grabbed my arm as a burning wooden sign started falling down and landed right where I was standing. I looked to see who my savoir was, hoping it was a familiar face, however it was a grey haired man with the piercings and run down look of a poor merchant. He dragged me through the crowd and the out, shoved me to the ground face first and tied up my hands with a rough rope that dug into my soft skinned wrists.

    He lifted me up by the rope, spun me around and gave me a wide, grin, showing off his rotted teeth and revealing revolting breath that blew hot into my face. I highly doubt toothpaste had ever crossed this mans mind. But his lack of hygiene was the least of my problems. The last thing I saw was his hand flying back, then whipping forward to punch me in the head. My vision went black as my body crumbled to the ground and my mind plunged into a deep darkness.

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    I awoke with five other bodies sleeping against me in a dark, fenced in area. I was huddled in the corner under the five women in the frigid night’s air. When I went to blink my eye stung. I reached up to investigate why it hurt, but my hand came across a huge lump instead.

    I noticed the confinement I was situated in was in the protection of trees, and numerous guards that stood outside the pen’s perimeter. There were at least ten guards that stood around, fully attentive and strong looking.

    The one woman who was awake handed me a canteen with a mouthful of water left in it. I savored every last drop. My mouth was scorched I noticed my wrists as I held the canteen up once more for another drop of water, they were raw from rope burn. Every bit of my body throbbed with aches and pains.

    In front of me I saw one of the men move forwards, towards a thick area of bushes and trees. I attuned my eyes to that area and quickly detected motion. The guard motioned for his men to come to him for back up. They hesitantly moved closer towards the brush. A few went into the bushes to investigate, while others searched in close proximity of the sighting. I watched carefully to see if they would catch the person roaming in the trees when I felt a cold hand slip over my mouth. The other women were afraid to make a noise. I turned around far enough that I could see the man who had entered the pen. His face was covered in a black cloth, and he was dress from head to toe in black as well. He held my arm to help me up, walked silently away from the women. He leapt out of the pen’s fence and lifted me over. I looked back to see the women huddled together, sobbing silently. The man tugged on my arm and I debated in my mind whether to trust him, and follow him away from this strange place or stay and hope that Amistad and Mary will find me. But as one of the men started to turn around, the man pulled me into the bushes without a sound, he bent over slightly, “Get on my back,” he whispered in a very low voice. I obeyed. He ran silently through the dark forest with me on his back.

    Soon he started to slow down, there was the slightest but more light visable ahead and soon we were out of the trees and alongside the marketplace.

    I slipped off the mans back. “What happened to me? Where am I going now? Who are you?” I questioned, whispering slightly.

    He chuckled, “My name is Alexander, and you are Luna, yes?”

    I nodded. “That was only one of my questions.”

    “In time I will tell you, but first we must get you back to your friends.”

    He grabbed my hand and led me into the almost deserted marketplace. Smoke was still lingering from the afternoons events. The smell of campfire lingered as well.

    I looked around at the destruction the fire caused. I felt horrible, as it seemed it was my fault all of these poor merchants lost so much. Alexander led me outside of the marketplace and into a courtyard. In the middle, seated on a large, softly flowing fountain, sat Amistad and Mary. When Mary saw me come into view she got up, sprinted towards me and embraced me in a tight hug. “What the bloody hell happened to you? You were with us one moment and the next you were gone. You could have been killed!” She hugged me again.

    Amistad patted me on the shoulder, his face softening from a stress position. I was as relived as they were to be back with them.

    “Thank you Alexander, I don’t know how I shall ever repay you,” Mary said as Alexander slide down the fabric covering his face and he shrugged.

    His jaw was sharp, his lips full, with large eyes and a square framed body he created an attractive overall picture. Wow, I thought, maybe there is such thing as Prince Charming; I laughed that thought off in my head.

    “Well we must get you off to school, we were able to keep the three bags of yours with us, but the other two, I am sorry to say are lost,” Mary rambled on as she led me off out of the courtyard out a different way than I came in. I turned my head to see Alexander starting to turn away. I mouthed a thank you to him and smiled. He just waved his hand nonchalantly back at me and walked the opposite direction away.

    I wondered if I would ever be able to see him again, to properly thank him. I hope I would be able to. But for now, it was off to school with me to start a new life, one filled with magic and things of myth. I could barely contain my excitement at the possibility of exploring a world I had grown to respect as merely a ridiculous joke.