You know, usually stories start at a beginning and an end like young to old. But lemme introduce myself and my little of a story. I am just a regular fanatic, enjoying an author's position. Nothing more nothing less. And as a player of wizard101 or use to be player. I introduce my lovely first chapter, but definetly not my first story. The Seven Prohicies.

Chapter one

Lighted Spark

As the oldest and the youngest, my parent told me to accept the consequences and hold in the expected and unexpected tears. That is how our "one of a kind" family runs. Like my casual and usual days as a teenager, I started my day with boring morning like any normal teenager. Well, yes I am 14 year old girl and this is how I start my day.
Beep-Beep-Beep. My alarm began to ring. I decided to turn it off and dash for the bathroom.

"Gotta hurry...!" I came hurtling-like through the bathroom door. YES! Maybe I shouted too loud... I thought to myself.
"Morning sis!" The little creature greeted me as if I was glad to see her every day with that bright early bird smile. And as a nice sister I am, I greet her with disgust because she's always been someone to keep an eye on.

She has her morning routines just like our mother. Well, somewhat the same. Sometimes I don't think she's even human. Then again she could just be a regular person who prefers to be a morning person. I was brushing my teeth while my sister decides to butt bump me against the toilet.
She smiles cheerfully and brushes her short dull green hair. I sat down on the toilet lid and brushed my teeth. I waited patiently as I could. My eyes glared into her hazel morning-full eyes. Then with a spark of not glistening rainbows but a sharp painful snap look. It's like she snap back at me saying this with her eyes, "What do you want?" I looked back at her with a smirk and a neutral look saying, "Just hurry up."
My sister and I always played these kinds of games. Well I should say more than just "games". In fact, even our mom never understood how we telepathically talk with our eyes. But I know she understands our eye glares at each other. Anyways, here's our normal, regular breakfast.

"So honey, are you ready to start your new year at the new school?" she smiled as she flips the pancakes. My mom was good at multi-tasking because that's her special technique.

"Well honestly mom, every school year is the same. All you do is meet new and old people. I am pretty sure I met most of them. I dig into my plane plate as if I was trying to mine for gold.

"Whatever you say honey. So how about you dear?"

"WELL MOTHER, I am excited as ever! she yelled in excitement.

I can never get use to her wonder spirit.

"This year you're going to be what? A 5th or a 6th grader?" My mother never pays enough attention to how old we are.
"Well, mother...I'll have you know that I am in 5th grade. And I am currently 10 years old. I saw my sister put her face flat down on the table with disappointment in our mother. I rudely interrupted and said nothing.
"I'm going to be an 8th grader this year mom. And soon I will be 15."
My sister lifted her flat face from the table. Her face dragged up slowly as if she was a zombie.
While I look at her, I knew she had something in mind..
"I knew you'd never understand how happy I am. I know you'll never understand any of it. You call yourself a mom, you don't act like one!"That's when I thought, NOW, you what do you think of it?
"Why are you acting like him? He never cared about this world. He never behaved like this but I knew him. I just know somewhere that a mother doesn't do this. Only a dad does!" She ran upstairs but weirdly enough this time with silence.
"Maybe...my dear Cassandra is right." As I pause for a moment to re-think what my dear sister said. I told mom if dad was like this. If he was, what kind of father is he? I was curious, if something like this just hurt me and my sister. In the heart of time, it usually happens quite softer. This happens every morning! I don't understand much why she thought of it harder. Finally, I came to a conclusion. My sister worries about something like this but now it's deeper. She must've grown out of her shell. What my mom says, "Spark." I wouldn't be questioning, but now I'm taking role because of my silly little sister.

"Mom," I asked politely. "What happened with Dad? I mean I've never really remember much about him. All I do remember is that he was brave and couldn't stand the fact of someone crying. "Mother."
My mom gasped at me. It's not of what I said about him or how I remembered him. I've said the simple word "Mother." She hasn't heard me say it since 10.
It has been many years ever since my dad died. "Please tell me. Tell me about what happened to dad! Tell me about what you remembered of him. Tell me how you two were one. Tell me! Tell me everything! You've been keeping too many secrets! Stop the act! Just let it all go, Mother!" I was desperately seeking for the truth.
"Just let your tears flow down your cheeks Abigal."
"Huh?" I felt confused. But I had to look in deeper.
"That's what your Dad said to me…his last final loving words. It was pretty ironic when we first met. I was crying silently as tears flowed down my face, hitting the glistening pond. That's when he walked over."

"Why are you crying?" Dad asked.
"How do you know..?" Mom responded.
"The ripply of course!" She looked up in his eyes. She felt like his past was full of nothing but emptiness.
"Oh, now you're stalking me huh!" He began teasing her.
"Well.." she frowned.
"Don't take it the wrong way. I really adore you!" giggled Dad.
"My name is Abigal SoulBlade." Her face was blushing. "Just if you wanted to know…"
"Abigal huh? Or if it's even your real name." He grinned at her. My mom went pink and was ready to reply back forcefully. "Just kidding! My name is Blaze StormFlame! So by judging your clothes, you are a uh..Magus, Adept, Necromancer?" He's such an idiot.
"Um, what? Do you mean my primary school is Life, but my secondary is Death?" My mom giggled. "And no, I'm not a an adept. You are correct that I am a magus. She started laughing.
"Oh whatever! Besides, I'm a Diviner. A level 45 Master Diviner. The secondary school is..NOTHING!" He laughed with excitement.
"Wait, your telling me you don't have a secondary school? She asked with curiosity and confusion.

"Wait mom! I rudely interrupt her. "So dad didn't have a secondary school? WHY?"
"Well honey. Keep listening to my story please!"
"Yes mother!" I obediently said.

"YUP!" His eyes were full of excitement.
"Why are you so excited all of a sudden? She questioned him. My mom never understands much. But she is a smart person.
"Well, I know I might be cocky, but I can't use any other types of spells. All I can manage to master is Storm magic. But I'm happy about it!" He smiled brightly that it brought my mom's eyes to go even deeper into his eyes, metaphorically.
Than, she saw a young boy. As happy as a newborn pup, sticking his head everywhere he goes. He discovered new sites and nothing can really stop him. Her tiny room became larger than ever and she was finally out of the sorrow.

"Then," my mom stammered as she came to tears. "He pulled me out, my smile grew bigger and my face felt looser. I was so happy." Soon tears came down like droplets of water. Big but I could tell they weren't that kind of sorrow..
"No more crying." my mom said.
"What?" he said. He confused like usual.
"I won't ignore you guys anymore, I promise I won't fill myself with only sorrow. I promise i'll do whatever a mother could ,should and would do" my eyes stared at her for a second and I heard a noise. A foostep, a gentle one.."Cassandra?" My sister was finally in tears. While mom looked at her wiping her eyes. Than, Cassandra ran down with joy.
"Wait! Just wait ONE minute! How!-How did he..go?" I yelled at my mom because of her cliffhanger. "Tell me mom! Tell me how he died! My eyes were sparking. Suddenly my brother came home.
"He-"
"DON'T! Don't talk right now please!"
"Well okay than." Than walked up the stairs slowly.
"Mother Please! Tell me how he died now!" I demanded here. I can't believe I could yell to my own mom.
"Calm down hone." I'll tell you it okay, i'll finish the story.

Good cliffhanger, wouldn't you agree? Yeah, I know it sucks right now..LEMME GET TO THE GOOD PART! I'm sorry if the good parts are in the present though! Sheesh, anyways

Oh btw, Thank you for the person, Let's say its Rachel, for editing my lovely story. Let's see yours one day! =D

Chapter 2.

What Happened?