I always dreamed of going on adventures, exploring new places, and fighting for the good of the people.

As a child, I often imagined the worlds and adventures I would take. My siblings laughed at me, and my mom always tried to bring me back to reality.

But my father was always different. He told me that the imagination is a world filled with endless possibilities. It was a place where one could easily get lost in. A place of belonging.
He told me that I should never forget imagination, or life will simply become stagnate and boring.

How I wish he would have know the true reality I was going to face.

. . .

I was six years old, trying to play with my older sister's friends at her birthday party. Being three years younger makes a big difference when it comes to playtime as a child. My sister tried to push me away, and my brother Adam was only a year old.

I had no one to play with.

"Daddy, Kelsey won't let me play with her and her friends!" I whined to my dad

"Honey, it's her birthday. Let her enjoy her special day."

"But...!"

My mother appeared.

"Hey Kelly, I found this book hidden under some old books on the shelf. It looks like something you'd wanna read..."

Though my mom didn't always like me drifting to dreamland, she always encouraged my love for reading. I looked hard at that book.

It was bound in black leather, with much show of old age from the cracks and crumpled edges on the binding. It gave no title, but bore a silver, leafless tree stamped on the front.

"I've never seen this book." My dad pointed out

"I took a look through it, and it sounded like something Kelly would like. I read about sword fights, magic, dragons..."

"Ok, ok, you're right."

My mother handed me the old book.

"Take care of it. It looks very old."

"I will! Thank you!"

Hearing all the things my mother had said about the book made me very curious about it, despite its gruesome features. I carefully took the book with me into my bedroom, which I shared with my sister, plopped on my bed, and opened the book.

Suddenly, a voice I will never forget spoke from no where. An old, but strong woman's voice...

"You have finally found the copy of my grimoire I left for you, child."

I dropped the book.

"W-who are you?! W-WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"My voice is in your head. I am nowhere near you, child. Do not be alarmed."

How could I not?! THERE WAS A VOICE IN MY HEAD!

"How sad such a strong child like yourself is so easily spooked."

"W-Who are you?!"

"My name is of no importance. You, child, are what is important."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Kelly Irie, daughter of Earlwin Irie and Kay Irie. Six years old, with long, brown hair and green hazel eyes. Your siblings are Kelsey Irie, who is having her ninth birthday today, and Adam Irie, who is now a little over a year old. Am I forgetting anything?"

"H-H-How did you know all that?!"

"I've known all about you ever since you were born. And I've waited for this day for quite some time..."

"W-what day is that?" I asked

Fear was clawing at me ever so quickly.

"The day your destiny begins, child..."

The book rose from the floor, opened itself up, and began to glow a blinding white. I could feel myself slowly disappearing from my bed.

"MOMMY! DADDY! HELP ME!" I cried

I saw their frightened faces for the last time as they burst through the door before I completely vanished.