I stepped back and admired my work.
"It's perfect! At last, I'm home," I said, to no one in particular. Suddenly, I saw a flash of purple and orange speed by my house and dash around the corner. A cry of "Frosty Freezy Freeze!" rang out from a blue and pink mini-mart, and, well, I was curious, so I went in. It was cool after coming in from that kind of summer heat that turns roads to tar and tires to soup. A tweenage boy and his small companion, both dressed in super hero costumes, danced and hopped in front of a slushi machine that was the same color as the mini-mart itself. My relative, Lenny, was manning the counter, and also slamming his head repeatedly on it.
" Hey, Len." I said, straitening my purple bow in my black hair, and smoothing my black tank and purple mini skirt. Lenny looked at me, his 'fro looking bedraggled.
"You seem tense," I said innocently.
"Tense?" He cried. "Tense? I'm not tense!" And he sank trembling to the counter. I rolled my eyes. The two strange-looking boys came up to the counter and laid a dollar onto it. They looked so strange that I followed them when they left.
'Man, the people in this dimension are weird,' I thought. The pair went all over town, as if they were giving me a tour. At last, they came to a large, spooky-looking mansion, and entered. I stayed outside, staring at the house. Then, I slipped through the door into the foyer. The door slammed, a light went on, and, suddenly, I was staring upside-down into the face of the only person in this entire dimension that mattered to my mission- my charge, Kyle the Conjuror.
"Uhmmmm... Hi?" I ventured. Kyle scowled at me.
"Drat! You set off the trap I created for Fanboy and Chum Chum. Thanks a million." I shrugged. Well, I tried to anyway.
"Sorry. I was following someone. Let me guess, Fanboy and Chum Chum are the two boys I was chasing all over town." Kyle nodded. "Now, can you cut me down? The blood is rushing to my head." He pulled a wand out of his pocket, waved it and suddenly I was looking at the ceiling.
"Brilliant," I muttered, then got up and followed him deeper into the house. It smelled musty, and a bit unused. Well, he did live alone, and it was a big house, so i couldn't complain. We came to a stop in a large sitting room off the kitchen. Kyle sat down and pulled up a chair for me. While he waited for me to get comfortable, he pulled out his wand and magicked us some snacks. I took a Twinkie and a cup of tea (my favorite Earth comfort foods), and waited for him to say something. When he finally did, i wasn't surprised by what he asked.
"Who sent you?" I sighed and put my cup down. Before I state our conversation, there are a few things to know. First, I come from the Draconic dimension. Second, a charge, for a graduate of The Academy, is your life force, and, most times, a soul mate. Lastly, I was on a mission to protect my life force and make sure no harm is done to him. I wasn't too good at talking to people other than my brother, Oz Harmoonian Fable, but I did my best.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Maybe I should have used more words.
"What?" Kyle demanded.
"I, um, was sent by, uh, Prof. Dargona to, um, tell you that you are my charge?" Kyle's eyes widened.
"You are a Guardian? That's like, a Master at Milkweed! So cool! And I'm your charge?" I was glad he was excited about it.
"Yeah! You're the first wizard ever to become a charge." A voice from behind us startled me.
"Wrong! I was. Don't you remember, mien sister?" It was Sigmund Fable, or, as most know him, Sigmund the Sorcerer. My half-brother.
"That's HALF-sister, Sigmund. I will never be your real sister," I corrected. That got him angry, and, unfortunately, he brought up the feud we'd been having the past few years.
"YOU STOLE MY MOTHER FROM ME!" Sigmund shouted.
"I did not! It's not my fault that my father fell for your mother. I lost a parent, too. Your father died! My mother got cheated out of her marriage. Our father was a swindling bastard. Much like YOU!" With that, I launched myself at him and we grappled for a short time on the floor. After a while, I realized I was pinned down.
"Get off me!" I shouted, and kicked him in a very sensitive area. He squealed a very high-pitched squeal, then disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke. I got up and shook off the pain, then went home.