And note: I don't own any characters in this story: Gordo, Lizzie, and Miranda are not mine. Frodo, Sam, Mary, Pippin, Boramir, are not mine. Gandalf , The dwarf guy, and Legolas are not mine (although I wish he was.) Merlin, on the other hand, Is mine. I plan on writing some original stories about Merlin. He's kinda like Gir from Invader Zim. (I don't own Gir or Zim) If you think I own anyone noted above (other than merlin), you really need to get hooked on phonics.

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"I'm really worried about Gordo," Miranda was speaking to Lizzie by their lockers. It was their freshman year, and they were all trying to fit in. But Gordo had taken it to an extreme.

"I know, the Dwarflord thing was bad, and I really don't believe in Majick, but it's still really creepy" Lizzie was also worried about Gordo. She'd done a project with him about Black Majick, so she kind of knew what she was talking about. "All these weird herbs and spells, and that old book he's always reading. You know, Miranda, when I went studying at his house he fell asleep, I think he was doing a bunch of spells the night before. He's tired all the time."

"So I've noticed" Miranda mentioned. "He fell asleep in study hall and was whispering some mumbo-jumbo words and twitching all weird.Good thing it's spring break tomorrow, he needs a break."

"Hey guys" Gordo walked up. He did so very unenthusiastically. He was obviously tired, and sickly looking too. Like he had stopped feeding himself.

"Hey Gordo" the girls said in unison. They tried to act like everything was normal, but they couldn't. They were way to worried about Gordo. But before they could say anything, he erupted.

"I hate this school, this town. I want to go away. I wish I could create my own little world, I really wish." He began to sob. "I just wish I could do something to prove my worth to everyone."

"Look Gordo." Lizzie began "You don't need to do all this majick stuff to fit in, if that's what you think. You smell like jasmine and sage, and look like a walking zombie. What's really going on Gordo, please talk to me!"

"You wouldn't understand, it's way above your head."

"Try me." Lizzie snapped back.

Gordo struggled for a moment, but gave in. "I've been trying this for a while, and I think I've finally got it right. It'll only work at night, and once I get it perfect I can only get in and out at night."

"Get in and out of what? Is that why you're so tired, Gordo? You aren't sleeping!" Miranda snapped at him.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking, and reading. This guy Tolkien is a genius. He knows what kind of world I want and how I want it. And I really do want it, I do!" Gordo began to explain. "And with all this majick I've been looking up, I can finally get there. It is SO cool."

"I still don't understand! Get where?!" Lizzie was stressed.

"I've been getting all the details down, and my world is finally ready! It's perfect, just like the world in "The Hobbit" and "Lord of the Rings" but it's mine! All I need is the door, don't you see! I can finally fit in somewhere, I can belong and make a difference!"

Lizzie and Miranda were finally beginning to see the point, but they didn't approve of it. Gordo wanted to make his own world, one he could visit whenever he wants, and all he needed was the door to get him there. Then he could harness the door and use it whenever he wanted.

"And you expect to just fit in there? You are a normal human on earth you know!" Miranda pointed out.

"Easy enough" Gordo said nonchalantly. "I just put me in my own world. They know who I am, kind of, they think I've been gone on a trip to a faraway land, and that I'm coming back. I just need the door."

"When is this door supposed to get here, and what's it made of, chalk lines and incense?" Lizzie joked sarcastically.

"No substances, just magic, and it can be harnessed in a crystal." Gordo began "And I can create the door tonight".....