New beginning.

I was moving the stacks of boxes into my new Queen Ann styled house as the three male movers arranged my living room furniture as instructed by my father and mother. I placed the box in front of a high ceiling bookcase and looked over at my parents. They were both beginning to turn gray as their once soft black hair was now streaked with many grays. I could tell that time was catching up to them; However my parents seemed livelier than ever. They were currently bickering amongs themselves about some trivial matter that I had no interest in.

I shook my head softly and made my way over to them.

"Mom, Dad." I began to speak to them causing my mother's head to shift towards my direction.

"Viví!" She called out my name exasperated. "Tell your Father that there's too much negative space on the wall where we just placed the sofa! we should get you some Picture frames or a nice large painting."

"And I'm telling you that a painted wall pattern would be BETTER than adding things to the wall!" My father argued.

"mom, Dad the wall is fine. How about we unload some of the boxes in the moving truck and get things in order first?" I suggested softly.

my parents now realizing how silly their argument was while so much needed to be done caused them both to agree quickly and take action. They were moving things left to right as I organized the boxes by room.

the movers were the first to leave as all the heavy lifting had been done. My mother and father stood behind a bit to chat and celebrate my first home. we were all gathered in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine and munching on some slices of gouda cheese and pita bread with hummus.

"Look at our little girl Dan. All grown up and in her very first home at just 24! time sure flies." My mother looked over at my Dad who seemed to be thinking something similar. they looked at eachother for a moment as if nostalgia was taking over their thoughts. I cleared my throat to bring them back to this current moment. I wanted to avoid anyone's crying because I was honestly really happy about my new living arrangements. They both looked at me in a proud way.

"To think our little puffer fish would grow up to become a novelist." My father said proudly.

"Daaaaad." I complained. He'd always call me a puffer fish when he wanted to tease me. My mother chuckled beside him.

"Well it is getting late darling I think we should get going." Mother said to my father.

"ah. that's right our flight leaves at 6:00 a.m. we should be heading out to prepare." My father mentioned.

after I said my farewells to my parents I began to arrange my boxes but quickly became distracted by a box full of note books. I opened it up and saw all my old stories well... more like the continuation of one. Memories came flooding back to me.

when I was younger my parents used to move around alot for their work. they were both marrine biologists so they would travel to where they were needed the most. For along time I didn't have any friends untill my first year in middle school. there I met a girl named Amy who loved to read books. She was the one who introduced me to the worlds in books. We would often read together and dicuss our favorite parts and who we hated the most in the stories. One day Amy suggested we write our own story. We had so much fun in our own little world. It was amazing. That's when I fell in love with writing.

Later that year I ended up moving after graduating and Amy and I lost contact with eachother. At that point I was trying really hard to fit in with the other kids in my current High school but I just couldn't seem to bond or interact well enough. so I began writing a story. I became so immersed in the story I was writing that the world around me just seemed boring to me. I no longer cared about bonding with my class mates all I cared about was my story. So I obsessively wrote any chance I had.

I brushed my hand over the worn down note book in my hand and opened the book to it's very first page.

THE STORY WITH NO TITTLE.

That was the tittle of my story. I laughed at myself. flipped through the pages to see the old pencil work beginning to fade. I immediately got up to look for my laptop. I had decided right then an there that I was going to re-write my story on my computer. However as I got up I was distracted by the sound of a horse neigh.

I looked out of my glass french doors that faced my backyard only to see a beautiful white horse fall into the small lake in my backyard. I rushed out to see if it was ok. the poor thing was thrashing about wildly screaming. I panicked as I didn't know what to do I caught sight of a rope on the ground and decided to throw it towards the horse and hopefully it would know to bite it so I could pull it to Shore. To my amazement the horse did just that however as I pulled to save the horse it suddenly got eerily quiet. I looked at the horse who was holding the other end of the rope with it's mouth stare at me calmly.

was I seeing things? I questioned myself as the horse no longer seemed like a normal horse.

This horse looked as though it was made out of water. I felt a strong tug on the rope and fell into the lake the now turned water horse grabbed me by my shirt with its teeth and dragged me deeper into the lake. I couldn't see anything but a small white light deep withing the lake. suddenly pages upon pages swirled all around me. I heard the horse neigh one last time before I broke free from the water gasping for air. I wildly swung my arms untill I found a firm edge. I held on tightly breathing in the fresh air with ragged breathes. I soon realized I was no longer in the lake. I was in some kind of marble pool. It was too dark to see clearly but I could see tall pillars and a beautiful star filled sky. Suddenly I heard a whooshing sound. I turned my head in the direction of the sound to see a blue flamed torch light alight. after that as if by magic other blue flamed torches began to light themselves.

Now with better visibility I could see the room I was in. behind me stood a wall with intricate gold carvings of a woman holding a chalice. the chalice poured water continuously into pool. above her head was a crown that looked like the sun. I had only ever imagined this many times in my younger years. This was definitely my vision for the Grand Temple in Fiddlewick. A city in the story I had written in my high school days. I immediately knew what the blue flame meant because I had wrote it.

"When the Goddess of Gia returns the blue flame will come alight all over the temple and the bells will ring." almost as if on cue after I softly spoke the words the bells began to toll.

I was no longer in my world but in the world of a story I had created but never finished.

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