Ora, Dimension Jumper
By Juli Lantz
Chapter One
"Get back here you disgusting fur ball!" Ora heard her mother scream as she
stormed out the door in a huff, muttering curses and swears as her clawed
feet clicked on the sidewalk in rhythm to her movement. The neighbors up and
down the street stared, some, running to their houses and forgetting
whatever it was they were doing the previous second, while most just started
whispering to whoever would listen. Ora knew exactly what it was they were
whispering about, but didn't have time to deal with it at the moment. Her
front door slammed open again and her mother walked out.
"I told you to get back here! Do as I tell you!" She screamed again,
walking briskly to where her daughter was retreating. Ora rolled her eyes,
walking faster and through the neighbor's yards, flipping off anybody who
dared to raise their voice at her because of her actions.
"You're a disgrace to our family Orion! Ya hear me? A disgrace! You don't
even deserve the roof over your head! You ungrateful little shit!" The last
words were screamed, loud enough for the whole street to hear. Orion stopped
dead in her tracks, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at her hands as
they balled into fists, her claws digging into her palm, breaking skin. She
approached a nearby mailbox and punched it, leaving a dent in the side as
the pole that supported it lowered sideways. She walked past it quickly and
down the street, her long black cloak flowing behind her.
*****
Orion Moonbelt was no ordinary teenager, though most knew it anyway. She
had long orange hair and pale green eyes, and her feet were padded with long
black claws. Her nails were longer and sharper then most people's, and she
had two large, noticeable orange fox ears atop her head, which she usually
hid underneath her cloak. Her mother always hated her because, 'She
disgraced the family name by being a monster', but she knew it wasn't her
fault. Her mother, Rhonda, took a scientific studies job when she was
pregnant with Orion, trying to make a naturally athletic child with
artificial extracts. Nine months later, Orion was born, with feet, tail,
ears and all.
"Why can't she just admit she's the ugly one?" Ora muttered under her
breath, kicking an empty soda can into a bush as she continued her trek
through the city. Most people slowed down in their vehicles to stare at her,
making her feel nervous and like......an animal. She glared as she pulled her
cloak over her head, snapping the clasps together as she wandered into the
main shopping center of town. The sidewalks and paths that led around the
whole shopping center was completely crowded. How anyone was able to move
amazed her. There was the doughnut shop, coffee house, clothing store, toy
store, pet store and supplies, all sorts of different venders, and a Magical
Oddities and Other Weird Things place.
Noticing it wasn't full to the brim with people, she fought her way
endlessly to the dark, gloomy shop, holding her cloak tightly as to not
cause panic or alarm. After many toes were stepped on and many bags hitting
her, she finally got to the door of the shop, peering inside to see if
anything caught her eye. She squinted hard through the beaded curtains that
hung in the window, hoping to see something that would seize her attention,
but all she could see was a scented candle burning off a weird purple smoke.
She finally grasped the door handle and pulled, walking in to a lovely
citrus smell, with the hint of chocolate.
Behind the counter was a tall young woman, wearing a cornflower blue shawl,
a purple bandana atop her head holding back long black curls, and sparkling,
multi-colored fake nails. She put on too much eye shadow that stuck out
almost as much as her necklaces, all of which were silver with some sort of
stone pendant. Ora gazed around the shop, eyeing books of all shapes, sizes,
and names, various and assorted crystal orbs, quill pens with 'Magical' ink,
and various and assorted jewelry, all claiming to have magical tendencies.
"So, ye be wantin' somethin' out of the ordinary eh?" The woman behind the
counter asked, walking towards Ora, the sound of thousands of silver
clinging together following her. Ora nodded, gazing at all the merchandise
interestedly. The shopkeeper smiled, reaching up and grabbing one of the
quill and ink sets.
"This be something out of the ordinary. This ink and quill will make
anything you write come true, mind it not be used for evil, nor in a crowded
street," Ora took the package from her, looking at it from all corners
before putting it back. She stared intently at the crystal orbs, before
tapping her fingers impatiently on the shelf, thinking.
"I want something that will take me out of here, but so I could always come
back if needed the chance," she said, looking about the merchandise once
more, seeing if anything would pop out at her with the answer. The
shopkeeper smiled, reaching up again and grabbed a large, leather bound book
with the title, 'Dimension Jumping for the Magical and Non'. Ora grabbed it,
flipping through the pages and shutting it back up with a slam, making the
keeper jump up in surprise.
"How much?" she asked, digging through her pocket for her money. The woman
thought carefully, wracking her brain for a reasonable price.
"How about, $30?" she asked. "That would be a fair price, yea?" Ora counted
her money, a grim expression plastered on her face. The shopkeeper cocked
her head curiously, her jewelry jangling from side to side.
"What be the matter?" she asked. Ora recounted her money.
"I only have twenty," she replied, looking at the book once more. She
really did like it, and it would give her something to do whenever her
mother had bursts of anger or kicked her out; the shopkeeper tutted, walking
back to the counter.
"No thirty, no deal," she proclaimed examining her jewelry in what looked
like it was the very first time she saw it. Ora looked at the floor,
wondering what to do. She dug through her pocket again, pulling out various
junk; A plastic ring, a miniature baseball, some polished rocks, a GI-JOE
helmet, and a bag of Swedish fish. She approached the counter, placing the
items on it.
"I can give you any of these things plus the twenty for the book," she
said, watching as the ring caught the shopkeeper's eye. She stared at it
intently, urging herself not to snatch it. After what seemed like ages, she
finally snatched the ring and nodded.
"Fair exchange. You take the book I take the ring and fifteen dollars. Go
buy yourself something else," she said, holding out a hand for the money,
which was filled with fifteen dollars. Ora left the store, book
clutched in her claws, avoiding eye contact from everybody as she fought her
way back home.
Orion stopped after seeing the tiniest bit of the marketplace left, opening
her book and flipping to chapter one, 'Dimensions and How to Find Them'.
She smiled as she read each word carefully, as not to miss any details on
how to leave this world to another. She wasn't paying attention to her
position, and ran right into another girl, falling on the ground and
dropping the book in the dirt.
"My bad, sorry," Ora murmured, quickly covering her head with her hood. A
slight chuckle was in reply, as she looked up and saw her only friend,
Sierra.
"Every time I find you, you have your snout in a book," Sierra laughed,
offering a hand to Ora. She took it graciously, bending down to pick up her
book, brushing off the dirt and tucking it in her cloak. She swished her
tail violently, trying to get the bits of dust from it.
"So what book are you reading this time?" Sierra asked, walking down the
street with Ora in close pursuit. She shrugged, hearing the clicking of
claws on pavement once more, since no yelling was taken place.
"'Dimension Jumping for the Magical and Non'," she replied, making her
friend stop to stare.
"Wow! And I thought for sure you would be reading 'Prisoner of Azkaban'. It
IS your favorite book," Sierra chuckled, walking up a driveway to her house.
Ora stopped, waiting for her to show a sign of provocation, smiling as her
wonder turned to reality. She followed her inside a pure white house to a
lovely décor of shag carpet and white furnishings, with table lamps that
shone different colors. A tall young woman walked out of the kitchen,
smiling brightly at the sight of Ora and Sierra.
"Ora! Oh how good it is to see you! It's been AGES! Well come in, make
yourself at home!" Ora smiled, nodding slightly as the duo sat on a fake
white leather couch. Within seconds, Sierra's mom brought out a silver tray
of assorted snacks; Truffles, toast points, crackers and meat, sushi, ginger
snaps, pretzel sticks and sour candy straws. Ora quickly grabbed a straw,
chewing on it gingerly as Sierra's mom joined them on the couch.
"Are you spending the night Ora? Oh you MUST at least stay for dinner.
We're having Italian pasta!" She smiled, making Ora have no choice but to
smile back, the atmosphere so friendly and outgoing.
"Thank you Mrs. Mist, I would love to," she replied, winking at Sierra as
she pointed to the corner of her book that showed through her cloak.
After dinner, the girls went upstairs to the bedroom, Sierra pulling out a
pair of pajamas with a whole in the seat, big enough for Ora's tail to go
through. As she placed on her pajamas, she threw off her cloak, the book
falling with a 'thunk' to the floor. Sierra grabbed it, searching through
the chapters till she found a spot that suited her interest.
"Ora, look here, it tells how you can jump through Dimensions with other
people," she stated, her eyes moving back and forth with the text. Ora
approached her, pushing her left arm through the socket of the top, reading
over her shoulder. She grabbed the book, reading through it quickly, setting the page down and smiling.
"Pack up Sierra......We're going," she commanded, digging through Sierra's drawers for clothes and other supplies. Sierra read the chapter as Ora did this, looking skeptical.
"You don't actually believe this is possible do you?" she asked, setting the book down once more and approaching Ora as she tossed out more clothes. She smiled a big toothy grin, her eyes sparkling with the hint of mischief.
"Of course I do. And even if it is a hoax, it's not like we're losing anything, right?" Sierra stopped to think about this, finally nodding and helping Ora with the packing. As they finally stuffed their clothes in a duffel bag, and placed on some new clothes themselves, Ora started going through Sierra's closet.
"What are you doing?" Sierra asked, cocking her head curiously to the side as she watched her friend rummage. Ora's tail swished from side to side, the faint sound of squeaking emitting itself from the tiny closet.
"Looking for my big black dog plushie......I left it here last time I came over," she replied, walking back to the bed with a dog plush cuddled in the crook of her arm. Sierra rolled her eyes, going through her bookshelf and pulling out a paper copy of a story read, 'Black Past'. Ora nodded, jumping up on the bed and clasping her cloak.
"Now, we just think really hard of Hogwarts, 1976, and chant the spell, and we'll be there!" She exclaimed excitedly, grabbing the book and holding it in a position so Sierra could see, both hers and Ora's hand on it.
"Now we think of where to go; Our minds are set for flight. And as we plummet to that earth, we know that it is right," They chanted in Unison, closing their eyes tightly as the sensation of being pulled into the air overtook them, their voices caught in their throats as thousands of surroundings swirled around. They only opened their eyes when they felt them slam into something soft and wet.
A/N: What do you think so far? I know it seems a bit weird with the whole half fox girl, but I want some fantasy and complications. Chapter two will be up real soon, unless you don't review. I need at least five to continue, so please R&R!
~No, you didn't get me; it's an electric drill! You get me you kill me!
By Juli Lantz
Chapter One
"Get back here you disgusting fur ball!" Ora heard her mother scream as she
stormed out the door in a huff, muttering curses and swears as her clawed
feet clicked on the sidewalk in rhythm to her movement. The neighbors up and
down the street stared, some, running to their houses and forgetting
whatever it was they were doing the previous second, while most just started
whispering to whoever would listen. Ora knew exactly what it was they were
whispering about, but didn't have time to deal with it at the moment. Her
front door slammed open again and her mother walked out.
"I told you to get back here! Do as I tell you!" She screamed again,
walking briskly to where her daughter was retreating. Ora rolled her eyes,
walking faster and through the neighbor's yards, flipping off anybody who
dared to raise their voice at her because of her actions.
"You're a disgrace to our family Orion! Ya hear me? A disgrace! You don't
even deserve the roof over your head! You ungrateful little shit!" The last
words were screamed, loud enough for the whole street to hear. Orion stopped
dead in her tracks, tears welling in her eyes. She looked at her hands as
they balled into fists, her claws digging into her palm, breaking skin. She
approached a nearby mailbox and punched it, leaving a dent in the side as
the pole that supported it lowered sideways. She walked past it quickly and
down the street, her long black cloak flowing behind her.
*****
Orion Moonbelt was no ordinary teenager, though most knew it anyway. She
had long orange hair and pale green eyes, and her feet were padded with long
black claws. Her nails were longer and sharper then most people's, and she
had two large, noticeable orange fox ears atop her head, which she usually
hid underneath her cloak. Her mother always hated her because, 'She
disgraced the family name by being a monster', but she knew it wasn't her
fault. Her mother, Rhonda, took a scientific studies job when she was
pregnant with Orion, trying to make a naturally athletic child with
artificial extracts. Nine months later, Orion was born, with feet, tail,
ears and all.
"Why can't she just admit she's the ugly one?" Ora muttered under her
breath, kicking an empty soda can into a bush as she continued her trek
through the city. Most people slowed down in their vehicles to stare at her,
making her feel nervous and like......an animal. She glared as she pulled her
cloak over her head, snapping the clasps together as she wandered into the
main shopping center of town. The sidewalks and paths that led around the
whole shopping center was completely crowded. How anyone was able to move
amazed her. There was the doughnut shop, coffee house, clothing store, toy
store, pet store and supplies, all sorts of different venders, and a Magical
Oddities and Other Weird Things place.
Noticing it wasn't full to the brim with people, she fought her way
endlessly to the dark, gloomy shop, holding her cloak tightly as to not
cause panic or alarm. After many toes were stepped on and many bags hitting
her, she finally got to the door of the shop, peering inside to see if
anything caught her eye. She squinted hard through the beaded curtains that
hung in the window, hoping to see something that would seize her attention,
but all she could see was a scented candle burning off a weird purple smoke.
She finally grasped the door handle and pulled, walking in to a lovely
citrus smell, with the hint of chocolate.
Behind the counter was a tall young woman, wearing a cornflower blue shawl,
a purple bandana atop her head holding back long black curls, and sparkling,
multi-colored fake nails. She put on too much eye shadow that stuck out
almost as much as her necklaces, all of which were silver with some sort of
stone pendant. Ora gazed around the shop, eyeing books of all shapes, sizes,
and names, various and assorted crystal orbs, quill pens with 'Magical' ink,
and various and assorted jewelry, all claiming to have magical tendencies.
"So, ye be wantin' somethin' out of the ordinary eh?" The woman behind the
counter asked, walking towards Ora, the sound of thousands of silver
clinging together following her. Ora nodded, gazing at all the merchandise
interestedly. The shopkeeper smiled, reaching up and grabbing one of the
quill and ink sets.
"This be something out of the ordinary. This ink and quill will make
anything you write come true, mind it not be used for evil, nor in a crowded
street," Ora took the package from her, looking at it from all corners
before putting it back. She stared intently at the crystal orbs, before
tapping her fingers impatiently on the shelf, thinking.
"I want something that will take me out of here, but so I could always come
back if needed the chance," she said, looking about the merchandise once
more, seeing if anything would pop out at her with the answer. The
shopkeeper smiled, reaching up again and grabbed a large, leather bound book
with the title, 'Dimension Jumping for the Magical and Non'. Ora grabbed it,
flipping through the pages and shutting it back up with a slam, making the
keeper jump up in surprise.
"How much?" she asked, digging through her pocket for her money. The woman
thought carefully, wracking her brain for a reasonable price.
"How about, $30?" she asked. "That would be a fair price, yea?" Ora counted
her money, a grim expression plastered on her face. The shopkeeper cocked
her head curiously, her jewelry jangling from side to side.
"What be the matter?" she asked. Ora recounted her money.
"I only have twenty," she replied, looking at the book once more. She
really did like it, and it would give her something to do whenever her
mother had bursts of anger or kicked her out; the shopkeeper tutted, walking
back to the counter.
"No thirty, no deal," she proclaimed examining her jewelry in what looked
like it was the very first time she saw it. Ora looked at the floor,
wondering what to do. She dug through her pocket again, pulling out various
junk; A plastic ring, a miniature baseball, some polished rocks, a GI-JOE
helmet, and a bag of Swedish fish. She approached the counter, placing the
items on it.
"I can give you any of these things plus the twenty for the book," she
said, watching as the ring caught the shopkeeper's eye. She stared at it
intently, urging herself not to snatch it. After what seemed like ages, she
finally snatched the ring and nodded.
"Fair exchange. You take the book I take the ring and fifteen dollars. Go
buy yourself something else," she said, holding out a hand for the money,
which was filled with fifteen dollars. Ora left the store, book
clutched in her claws, avoiding eye contact from everybody as she fought her
way back home.
Orion stopped after seeing the tiniest bit of the marketplace left, opening
her book and flipping to chapter one, 'Dimensions and How to Find Them'.
She smiled as she read each word carefully, as not to miss any details on
how to leave this world to another. She wasn't paying attention to her
position, and ran right into another girl, falling on the ground and
dropping the book in the dirt.
"My bad, sorry," Ora murmured, quickly covering her head with her hood. A
slight chuckle was in reply, as she looked up and saw her only friend,
Sierra.
"Every time I find you, you have your snout in a book," Sierra laughed,
offering a hand to Ora. She took it graciously, bending down to pick up her
book, brushing off the dirt and tucking it in her cloak. She swished her
tail violently, trying to get the bits of dust from it.
"So what book are you reading this time?" Sierra asked, walking down the
street with Ora in close pursuit. She shrugged, hearing the clicking of
claws on pavement once more, since no yelling was taken place.
"'Dimension Jumping for the Magical and Non'," she replied, making her
friend stop to stare.
"Wow! And I thought for sure you would be reading 'Prisoner of Azkaban'. It
IS your favorite book," Sierra chuckled, walking up a driveway to her house.
Ora stopped, waiting for her to show a sign of provocation, smiling as her
wonder turned to reality. She followed her inside a pure white house to a
lovely décor of shag carpet and white furnishings, with table lamps that
shone different colors. A tall young woman walked out of the kitchen,
smiling brightly at the sight of Ora and Sierra.
"Ora! Oh how good it is to see you! It's been AGES! Well come in, make
yourself at home!" Ora smiled, nodding slightly as the duo sat on a fake
white leather couch. Within seconds, Sierra's mom brought out a silver tray
of assorted snacks; Truffles, toast points, crackers and meat, sushi, ginger
snaps, pretzel sticks and sour candy straws. Ora quickly grabbed a straw,
chewing on it gingerly as Sierra's mom joined them on the couch.
"Are you spending the night Ora? Oh you MUST at least stay for dinner.
We're having Italian pasta!" She smiled, making Ora have no choice but to
smile back, the atmosphere so friendly and outgoing.
"Thank you Mrs. Mist, I would love to," she replied, winking at Sierra as
she pointed to the corner of her book that showed through her cloak.
After dinner, the girls went upstairs to the bedroom, Sierra pulling out a
pair of pajamas with a whole in the seat, big enough for Ora's tail to go
through. As she placed on her pajamas, she threw off her cloak, the book
falling with a 'thunk' to the floor. Sierra grabbed it, searching through
the chapters till she found a spot that suited her interest.
"Ora, look here, it tells how you can jump through Dimensions with other
people," she stated, her eyes moving back and forth with the text. Ora
approached her, pushing her left arm through the socket of the top, reading
over her shoulder. She grabbed the book, reading through it quickly, setting the page down and smiling.
"Pack up Sierra......We're going," she commanded, digging through Sierra's drawers for clothes and other supplies. Sierra read the chapter as Ora did this, looking skeptical.
"You don't actually believe this is possible do you?" she asked, setting the book down once more and approaching Ora as she tossed out more clothes. She smiled a big toothy grin, her eyes sparkling with the hint of mischief.
"Of course I do. And even if it is a hoax, it's not like we're losing anything, right?" Sierra stopped to think about this, finally nodding and helping Ora with the packing. As they finally stuffed their clothes in a duffel bag, and placed on some new clothes themselves, Ora started going through Sierra's closet.
"What are you doing?" Sierra asked, cocking her head curiously to the side as she watched her friend rummage. Ora's tail swished from side to side, the faint sound of squeaking emitting itself from the tiny closet.
"Looking for my big black dog plushie......I left it here last time I came over," she replied, walking back to the bed with a dog plush cuddled in the crook of her arm. Sierra rolled her eyes, going through her bookshelf and pulling out a paper copy of a story read, 'Black Past'. Ora nodded, jumping up on the bed and clasping her cloak.
"Now, we just think really hard of Hogwarts, 1976, and chant the spell, and we'll be there!" She exclaimed excitedly, grabbing the book and holding it in a position so Sierra could see, both hers and Ora's hand on it.
"Now we think of where to go; Our minds are set for flight. And as we plummet to that earth, we know that it is right," They chanted in Unison, closing their eyes tightly as the sensation of being pulled into the air overtook them, their voices caught in their throats as thousands of surroundings swirled around. They only opened their eyes when they felt them slam into something soft and wet.
A/N: What do you think so far? I know it seems a bit weird with the whole half fox girl, but I want some fantasy and complications. Chapter two will be up real soon, unless you don't review. I need at least five to continue, so please R&R!
~No, you didn't get me; it's an electric drill! You get me you kill me!