Chapter One: The Beginning of the End

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Holly Peters slept soundlessly in her bedroom. Today was the day that the red-haired girl's life would change forever. Today was Holly's thirteenth birthday and the beginning of everything.

Holly had been living with her Aunt Marge and her daughter Zoe Newlands since she was three years old after her parents had died. She didn't know how they died but Aunt Marge said they died heroes. She loved her aunt but she couldn't fill the void that was missing in Holly's heart.

"Holly. Wake up," a soft angelic voice roused Holly from her sleep. Holly's green eyes shot open and looked at her younger cousin.

"Zoe, do you know what time it is?" Holly asked yawning. She stretched out her arms and glared at her twelve year old cousin who had woken her up from a very exciting dream.

Zoe had the darkest shade of black hair Holly had ever seen. Zoe startling blue eyes stared at Holly with excitement.

"Happy birthday Holly!" she happily exclaimed. "Also it's only nine o'clock in the morning. So that's means if you don't get your butt downstairs now, Mom will come here by herself and you know that won't be pretty," Zoe warned before racing out of the room.

Holly's room was currently neat with her wardrobe wide open. Her velvet coloured room was bright especially with the sunlight coming inside the room. She got of her bed and almost slipped on something. Holly looked down and saw the photo album that Aunt Marge had given to her. She picked it up and opened it to her mother's photo. Her mother looked young and her green eyes warmly looked at her.

"Mom, I'm finally thirteen. A year wiser and growing older. I wish you were here," Holly softly said and lightly kissed the photo and placed the album on top her drawer.

As Holly walked downstairs she smelled her favourite thing in the world, pancakes with a hint of cinnamon. Aunt Margret knew how to spoil a girl on her birthday. "Is that cinnamon pancakes I smell?" Holly asked as she entered the kitchen.

Mage turned around to face her niece with a smile. "Oh it's the birthday girl." Marge ran across the room and hugged Holly tightly. "I can't believe your thirteen today. You grew up so fast. So fast…" Margret said while sobbing on Holly's shoulder.

"Aunt Marge, why are you crying? Geez, you're so emotional today. Plus if you stand here any longer crying, those pancakes are going to burn," Holly told her Aunt.

Marge bolted towards the stove before the pancakes burned to crisps. She quickly took the pan off the hot stove plate. After the little incident she quickly dried of her tears. She loved Holly so much. Marge looked at the red-haired girl with fondness. She herself had midnight hair but she too had green eyes like Holly and her sister. Just thinking about her older sister brought tears to her face. "So today we have a fun filled day planned ahead. We're going to the mall and we are going to spend the whole day there. After that we'll come home and I'll prepare a fantastic family dinner. Is that okay?"

Holly nodded vigorously and smiled. She sat down on a chair at the eating table and took a pancake of Zoe's plate. She munched happily on it. Yep, today was definitely of to be fun.

Later that day when the sun was slowly set in the street of Evergreen, the trio of ladies walked back into the Newlands resident carrying a load of shopping bags. The day at the mall had been fun and exciting. From shopping and eating at an expensive Italian restaurant, today was a memorable day for Holly. Zoe and Holly fell backwards onto the comfortable sofa. Even through the day had been amazing they were exhausted, though Aunt Marge was filled with energy.

"You two relax while get started on dinner," Marge said and walked towards the kitchen. As soon as she entered the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Marge instantly froze. Was it time already?

Holly quickly stood up and ran to the door and opened it. In front of her stood a tall figure, with steely grey eyes, looking straight at Holly.

"Is Margret Newlands home?" the figure asked in an official tone.

Marge came back to the lounge and there stood the face she thought she'll see anytime soon. Not until later any ways. Marge took a deep breath and looked the person into their eyes. It was time.