Every year on the night before my birthday I have this 's raining, I'm in an urban area of some sort and I'm bleeding. There are two people standing just in front of me summoning unbelievable amounts of magic to fight another larger group of people outside of my field of vision.
There are terrible crackling noises and explosions. Debris is flying everywhere and I can't help but think that it's a miricle I'm not dead and that no muggles have seen us. This goes on for quite some time until I am suddenly blinded by a bright white light. My ears ring and I feel somthing warm and wet and chunky splatter all over my face. when my vision returns I can see the people in front of me are gone . I start to scream and cry as shadows surround me and then...
I wake up.
The first time I had this nightmare was the night before my tenth birthday, the night my parents were murdered in front of my eyes. I hear that the world of magic is different on the other side of the atlantic, in Europe. Mr. Dean and Beth tell me that it is much more refined and that their ministry for magic has much more power there than ours does. They say that they do all their magic with wands and they don't have to worry about wizard gangs. They had something else to stress out over, according to the Deans there was a war there that was caused by an evil wizard named voldemort. He also said and I quote that "some imbecilic child by the name of Harry Potter," deffeated him.
They are the reason that I am alive, the Deans are. Beth said that she felt something on her other worldly radar and that she told Thomas that he better respect the dead and do what she tells him just this once. He then found me and saved my life. Thomas R. Dead adopted me and enrolled me in the Ventus academy of magic in Toronto. Every year on the first of September I had to take the southern ontario line from London Ontario, where we live, all the way to toronto.
The school in Toronto is great, Ventus is great but their combat courses blow more than a seventies disco king. When my parents were killed and Mr. Dean adopted me I became a soldier in a war against the gangs. As a Dean I can't just hide from them. In possession is a megical item of immesurable power. The one who holds it can rule the world if they know how to use it. Epic right!
So here I am in a lawless land next to gunless, armed only with what Mr. Dean calls "a prominant chip in my shoulder." Myself and Beth are hoping on the cross country line tomorrow to go to my new school, the Aqua academy for magic in Vancover. I have a destiney to fufill according to Beth, she's a ghost so she would know that kind of thing. She's optimistic, but I'm pretty sure I'm screwed.
We'll see tomorow I guess...