PROLOGUE
Do you always wish that your life could go the way you planned or that you could have more adventure? Some believe in fate, some believe in coincidence, or some believe in actions. Me? I believe in two and three. In this novel, all three show up:
The sky red with black clouds, the setting is a war, between magic and creatures.
Worries, by the thousands, shooting arrows, catapulting rocks and ramming the door to a castle. The said castle was made out of strong, cloudy gray stones, so tall that you could swear it was touching the sky. The stone fort had many worries returning fire.
Werewolves, vampire, trolls, elves, ect., inside the landmark, protecting their master. The ones attacking it, were wizards, and finally cracking the door.
"Keep hitting the door!" yelled one of the captains. While on the other side of that same wooden opening was werewolves in their beast form holding the door closed.
On, the top, elves and vampires were shooting arrows while the trolls throw rocks. Mermaids in the moat, bent the water to struck and hit the verum who were ramming the door to get inside. They instead, got weakened by the water spells. The creatures who weren't fighting, were healing the seriously wounded.
Inside of the castle was a room containing seven men. Six were standing, one was sitting on what was a throne.
The latter one, had black hair to the neck and red eyes. He was wearing an emotionless mask, though he had worries and anger bubbling inside of him. Worried for his people, fighting for him, protecting him. He had anger toward the fools who started this and to himself for not fighting with his people.
Instead, he was cowering in this room, safe, while others died.
"My Lord, I know you want to stay, and fight, but we need to go or they will get you," calmly said by a red-headed male.
He knew he was right, but was too proud to say it. He knew he had to go to another dimension.
"Let's get going then." said the dark-haired man with no emotion to his voice. He headed out of the door, all six men following, turning left and right. The dark-haired couldn't help as he walked but ask in worry to himself: What will happen during his disappearance? How many will get hurt or die for this battle? Will they find he, either side? And when or will the war end?
He stopped at the dreadful door(wood rotten, rust on the nub and chains.) "Adam, please unlock the chains for us." he asked. A man with warm brown hair and eyes, stepped in front of the door and whispered some words, undoing the chains.
The dark-haired whispered a thank you, and Adam smiled. He pulled the handle and opened the entry. All the man walked into the room, on a cracked stone stool was a floating and glowing round diamond(1 in. in diameter.)
Even though the dark- haired male walked in front of the jewel, he couldn't help but hastate. It was so powerful and unpredictable! They could be in any world, non-livable or livable, they could even be in an alternate reality for all the males know.
A big boom was heard, screams were emitted. All of them knew it was the castle door.
"We better be going now," said the red-head, "don't worry; we'll be behind you." He relaxed a little.
He reached out to the prized gem. He could feel it hot and smooth in the palm of his hand. He balled up his hand and brought it to his forehead.
'Take us away' he thought to the clear crystal. Immediately there was a gust of wind. Strong and forceful. The dark-headed man had to shut his eyes, when it died down, he opened them. He looked around, he saw none of his men; he was alone.
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3 weeks later
'Crap, crap, CRAP! I'm so going to be late' thought a female running through corners and streets, hardly looking for who or whatever was in her way. The girl had long black hair that reached to her tail bone, blue eyes darker than the sky is most of the time, and was covered in peach colored skin. At the mid of her neck was a black collar like tattoo.
She was running a 20 minute walk, when she was 10 minutes late to her job(again). "You just had to read 'til the ending didn't you, IDIOT!" she said to herself.
She ran into a big white building, it was surrounded by a tall green gate with some ivory.
She slowed down and strolled though the automatic doors. Inside she felt calmness returned. 'Wonder why?'
"Rin Readman, you are late for the fourth time this month," stated a forty year old nurse.
"Sorry, got distracted."
"Yeah, yeah, just meet Dr. Allen in the lounge."
"O.K."
She jogged down the hall and opened the lounge door. Inside was five, two people sized green tables with creamy white chairs. A coffee pot filled to the brim with the hot, dark, and bitter liquid. Some snacks sat on the counters and a small T.V. in the high left corner of the ceiling. Sitting in one of the chairs was a man in his late thirties, with red hair touched by gray hairs, brown eyes, and had a sun-kissed tan.
The male saw her, smiled, waved, and said "Hey."
"Sorry, I wanted to read a couple of pages of this one manga called 'Beauty Pop' and just read the whole thing."
"That's all right, better late than never."
"So what's there to do today?"
"We have to check up on Mrs. Lockheart. Mr. Soma was sedated a hour ago so we have that later on and Miss Pagie is going to move to another room so we will have to start with her."
"Cool."
"Oh! That reminds me,"
"Hm?"
"We have a new patient coming in about three days." "Wow, what's their name?"
"Won't say."
"Huh?"
"We'll talk about it later, get your coat to get started." "Okay."
Rin exited the room and went into the woman's locker room. She went to her metal cabby, got her uniform on, and ran to a door. With bold red letters that read, 'Room A 42, Pearce, Pagie'
"You ready?" asked Dr. Allen beside her.
"Yeah," Rin said opening the key locked door.
Outside, you could see patches of yellow and purple flowers. In the middle was a 5FT. W X 6FT. H white billboard. In large writing it said:
San Francisco
Mental Health Asylum
"Ready as I'll ever be," she finished while closing the door behind her.