Fantasy

The door gently opened, and there stood her father in his dark black suit and his gray over jacket. His long black hair tied back in a ribbon and his face freshly shaven and he looked absolutely immaculent, but his face was full of displeasure.
"Dearest Gabbreille, I have intense news to tell you. Your wedding has been moved up to next week. It is no longer in a month. It will be a small change and will affect almost nothing else."
"What? Next week? But that's too soon!"she felt sick and deludded.
"I know it feels like that right now but soon you'll be married and it will all be fine."
"FINE?!"...

The picnic had reminded her of a funeral. It had been very quiet ( with the exception of a very very vain Donte' talking of him self and nothing else.) His mother had tried to converse with her, but Donte' had interrupted her at every turn he could. She could tell that his mother was getting very irritated with him and so was she....
    "So Gabrielle, what do you think of this lovely weather we have been having lately? I for one just adore it....." she had started to have small talk with her then..
    "Well i just hate it because humidity makes my...

     Miguel walked slowly up the stairs and back to his bedroom. Mrs.Bangelle had made him work on etiquette for the three hours he had missed and even after it stopped raining, she had made him stay inside for lunch. Though she usually let him out so he could play soccer at midday when they ate, she complained even of that today. No surprise there.                         "If you go outside in the wet grass you'll slip on the grass and get your pants all...

    Gabby opened her eyes feeling the dark circles underneath coming up to the surface. "Gurtrude, can you please come in and help me?" She yelled. The elderly maid came in so fragile and danity that she seem a little younger.
    "Hello and goodmorning Ms. Gabrielle Conrad. Are you going to the picnic with your fiancé Mr. Donte' and his mother this afternoon?" She asked politely. Tightening the corset around her torso much to tight. But Gabby didn't say a word.
"Actually, yes, I am...." She replied reluctantly.
     Further more, Gurtrude...

    Miguel awoke slowly in a deep sleep endused fog. The cold was coming from the window. Hadn't he closed it? "Oh my God!!" he yelled. "It's already 7:30?! I am so late!"
He was supposed to have woken up at 5:30. His aunt, Mrs. Bangenlle, as she made him call her, had a specific time to wake up or you where not fed. Though he was usually good at waking up on time, today he felt he could sleep forever..

    He rushed over to his dresser to get dressed, pulling out a plade madras shirt and dark sagging jeans witch had been his mother's brother'a when he...

Walking down a street in Sand Diego near the beach is a black-haired and red-eyed kid who seems to be walking aimlessly. What Zaren was actually doing was thinking about the events of the past three days. Two days ago he had showed up seemingly out of nowhere when president Barack O-something was giving a speech and had given away his plans for world domination then soon after that followed the assassination of the president in front of millions, maybe more, panicking people. Then there was yesterday when they had sent such a small group of people after him after they found his island.

Shrugging...

"A WARNING" It said it was written in Aundre's blood. It was signed, "VINDEMIATRIX."

I sharply took in a breath, I could read it. This means, it was written in Rishima. We weren't alone. 'Could that really mean--' my thoughts were interrupted. "Hey big sister." someone said behind me. I whipped around, "Who are you?" I stood up and took a step closer , as if to threaten her.

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"Vindemiatrix," I bowed mockingly my hair swung down and almost scraped the sand, "call me, Vindemiatrix." She stared at me astonished, I could tell that she recognized the name even though she didn't know me. "Capella,...