Hey, i'm back with another story I probs won't finish. But that's ok , fanfiction is like writing a book but without the commitment :P. With that being said I have a disclaimer: THIS IS MY FANFIC SO FUCK OFF! That being said your feedback is appreciated as long as it's constructive. If not I refer you to my disclaimer.

style="text-align:center;"Chapter 1

Alex Fierro

"You know you can be really cute sometimes!" I shouted through the icy Joltenhiem whirlwind.

"What?" Magnus shouted back.

"Never mind, what's the plan?"

"Well,I was thinking we could go around back, sneak our way in and quietly take the information."

"Or, we could just bust through the front door." Andthat's exactly what we did. ButI should probably back up, and rewind a couple days.

The door clicked shut as Magnus left to go have coffee with Sam. The talk with him calmed me down a bit. I was still mad just not mad enough to continue throwing pots against the wall. After standing there for a bit I collapsed on my bed a cried.

I felt useless, the only thing I can help with is training Sam. And she is to scared for me to help. I was about to start throwing pottery again but decided against it. I got up, wiped my tears and left my room.

I went for a fly. Changed into a raven and flew away. Smashing pottery and flying were my two best ways to deal with emotions. I personally prefer smashing pottery but I don't want to destroy all my creations. I eventually landed on a park bench.

Sitting there watching the children on the play ground, the 80 year olds walking their little rat if a dog, and the family having a picnic. Taking this all in, I came to a very important conclusion. AFTERLIFE SUCKS BIG TIME!

there is more to this chapter and its coming soon but this was wrote at 2AM and I'm tired so I'll do more of this chapter tomorrow. but until then lemme know what you think.