Generation 1: Advent of the Goddess
Chapter 1: Journey to Erinn
Sunday morning. The day before Alexxa Alice Lawliet started school. Did she really want to face the world tomorrow? If only she could sleep forever. Then maybe she could forget the hell she lives in. But, that would never happen.
She slowly dragged herself out of bed. Already cold chills went down her spine. Her mother only bought her the most revealing pajamas. She hated them too. Curse the Victoria's Secret pink lace babydoll lingerie that almost shows her butt to everyone! She just wanted those Pikachu PJs with the ear hood.
Running downstairs to the kitchen, she found it empty. Her parents must have been at work. Her father William wrote the book reviews for the 'New York Times'. While her mother Guinevere was a nurse at an animal shelter. She was usually alone for breakfast on Sundays. So, this came as no surprise.
Before she started making her food, she headed down the hall to her bathroom. She turned on the sink and splashed her face with cold water. So refreshing. It was what she needed to wake up.
She glanced up into the mirror. She was so pale. When people first saw her, they all thought she was sickly because of her skin tone. But, she was born with vampire toned skin. Black circles were under her bright green eyes. Her curly blood red hair was tangled in places. She looked like a mess. Then again, she did just wake up.
She grabbed the knob and turned off the cold water. Beside the sink were her Buddy Holly glasses. She smiled as she fixed them on her face. She loved her glasses almost as much as she loved reading. And maybe that love was sometimes irrational. At least to her mother it was.
She ran like she would in ballet class back to the kitchen; in big, light steps and always landing on her toes. She opened the fridge and pulled out a gallon of milk. Then, with her dancer's grace, reached up into a cabinet and grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes and a bowl. She placed it all on the oak counter and closed the doors she left opened. She quickly made her cereal and sat down in the chair beside the counter.
She sighed. She forgot her spoon. She got up and got a spoon from the drawer beside the fridge. Then, sat back down and dived into her cereal. It was slightly soggy from waiting, but it was still good.
At times like this, she wished her parents were home. The townhouse was too quiet. Then again, all they were doing the last few months was yelling. Was Mom really cheating on Dad with some doctor she worked with? Somehow, she didn't doubt it. Her mother was never home as of late.
The phone rang behind her. Who was calling the house this early? With a mouthful of Frosted Flakes, she picked up the phone and answered, "Hello?"
"Hello Miss Lawliet!"
It was Mrs. Newing, the Kamui Academy librarian. "I have a position you might like."
"Really?"
"As you know, the last book club president graduated last year. I was wondering if you would take over."
She almost screamed in glee. This was the best news she got this summer! She replied happily, "Of course I will!"
"Good! Pick out some books and bring them to the first meeting on Wednesday. Good day to you."
"You too." She hung the phone up and ran back to her room. She searched her shelves for books. She found some contenders. 'Interview With A Vampire', 'The Hunger Games', 'Beautiful Creatures', and 'Pretty Little Liars'.
For the rest of the day, she skimmed through the books, not even to think about changing clothes. Before she knew it, it was 8pm. Wow, time flies when you're having fun.
A book slid under her door. Someone was home. Small angry murmurs could be heard. Both of them were home. She picked up the book. It was a small brown leather book with an orange Celtic knot on the front. She opened the pages. All blank. Probably just a journal.
The yelling grew louder. Dad was sure Mom was cheating on him. Mom wanted to move out. This wasn't happening to her. It couldn't be!
She covered her ears with her hands. Tears flooded down from her eyes. A door was slammed nearby. Another door, her bedroom door, was opened. Her father with his shaggy ginger hair stood there. His eyes told the story of his defeat. "It's going to be all right, Alexxa." His Irish accent could clearly be heard.
She brought her knees to her chest. "Just go."
A flash of blonde pasted by the door. She wasn't even going to tell her goodbye. Her father sobbed lightly. "We'll talk about this after school tomorrow. Good night."
He slowly closed the door. She sank into her bed. Her life was over. What was she going to do? The only thing she could do: Cry herself to sleep.
...
It was completely white. This room. Where was she? A woman's voice spoke to her. "It's time to face your destiny."
"What in the-" She couldn't finish the sentence. Black feathers surrounded her and nothing was left but darkness.