This is a story of a unremarkable girl going back and living a very remarkable life. Xana was a very independent woman living in the year 2011. She was turning 18 and was already out on her own, finding a job and a reasonable apartment to stay at. She didn't believe in fairy tales and especially not love.
She never saw a point in things like dating cause, in her eyes, those things only got in the way of succeeding. She never dabbled in things she thought was pointless, nor did she ever leave her comfort zone. You see, even though shes very independent, she has many fears. The dark, bugs, fighting, fire, you name it she probably hates it. Too bad for her she is just what we need to win the war.
Xana breathed in the warm night air as she continued on her walk home. Her short and choppy brown hair seemed to dance in the wind as she strolled on the pavement, picking up her pace so she could get home before it got to dark for her liking.
If you looked at Xana you would assume she was a sickly child. Her height was only five feet and her skin was a sickish pale on her face, despite the freckles on her body. The dark circles under her eyes suggested she had not had a good night sleep for sometime. After all its hard to find time to sleep when your devoting your life to work.
Her choice of clothing showed she didn't have munch confidence in her body, even though it was almost a perfect hour glass. She would argue that however, saying "I need to lose some pounds in the front and grow a few inches before I'm satisfied." Then again with the society in her time, perfection was the only beauty, even if it was unhealthy. So she dressed to turn people away. Brown jeans, black high heels, and a short sleeve white t-shirt. No one would notice a casual girl anymore.
On her journey home she noticed a old antique shop. It didn't fit in with its surroundings at all. The buildings beside it were tall and modern wile this building was short, shabby, and old looking. "That's bad for business to have a place look like that." She mumbled to herself.
She was going to continue on her walk when a loud crack of thunder sounded. BOOM. She jumped at the sound and ran over to the shop, quickly opening the door before the rain began to fall. "That was too close." She told herself. She always had a fear of storms.
When she looked around she noticed the store had a certain creep factor to it. Who ever owned the establishment didn't use actual lights but old lamps. The shelves had webs on it and when Xana would read the different labels it would say things like "Fairy tears" or "Dragons tooth". Xana shook her head. "This is such crap." she said to herself but someone else heard.
"Crap to you, treasure to me." she heard a old woman's, shaky voice say. She spun around to see her but no one was there. "What the...maybe...my imagination?" She asked. She went to turn back around but stopped in her tracks as she came face to face with the old woman. The lady's hair was white and black, her wrinkles sagged, and she appeared to have a glass eye. Xana almost let out a scream at the scare but clasped her hands over her mouth.
"How can I help you out deary?" The old woman asked. Xana couldn't speak for a moment, still spooked by the appearance of the woman, but finally gathered up her courage to answer. "Um. Not really. It was going to rain and I didn't want to get wet." Xana said honestly. "Ah so its shelter that you seek. Funny. I thought you didn't like this place." she said. "I never sai-." "Its not what you said child. Its what you thought." The old lady grinned as she walked over to her counter.
It didn't even have a cash register on it. Just another lamp and a little crystal ball. Xana couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight. 'She must really get into those stories.' she thought to herself about the old woman. "C'mere child ." she motioned Xana over with one of her bony fingers that had a giant ring with a big, green stone on it.
Xana walked over to her but did it with caution. 'Shes probably some crazy lady who wants to kill me.' she thought to herself. Her fears were beginning to set in. When she finally made it over to the old crone the lady had a displeased look. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you." the old woman said. "And my name is Analia, not old woman." She stated.
Xana's eyes widen. 'Can she read my thoughts?' "I think its obvious that I can." Xana froze for a second. "How is that possible?" Xana found herself asking Analia. "Ah my dear child. You must open your mind to find out why." Xana gave a confused look at Analia who just side.
"In other words you wont know until you have achieved an open mind and understanding of greater things." Analia tried to explain. " I have a opened mind!" Xana said in defense. Analia rolled her blue eyes and stared back at the girl. "Do me a favor child. Look into my crystal ball."
It was Xana's turn to roll her eyes now. "Uh uh. I'm not falling for one of you money grabbing tricks." Xana said confidently with a smirk. Analia sighed. "There is no cost miss." she said.
Xana thought about it for a second but then decided to entertain the old woman. "Alright then." But this would be a decision she would soon regret. When she looked into the crystal ball she saw herself, in armor, holding up a sword. "What th-" she was enterupted by a powder that hit her in the face. "Ah God. What the hell was that!" She backed away, trying to wipe the powder from her eyes. "Close your eyes child, and except your destiny."
Everything went black to Xana's eyes. She grew tired, and heavy. When she hit the grown she was no longer conscience, nor was she there.
That was chapter one :D. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review, even though I know its just starting to pick up pace but you always have to have a chapter that describes stuff. :p And I promise it will get better. By the way this is my first third person story I have ever written, I think (Lol). So give me some tips, as long as its constructive criticism, and I will try to write you back.