AUTHOR NOTE:
This Homestuck AU fic takes on a magical girl/boy slant to things. The kids have never played Sburb and know nothing about the Trolls. As of yet I have no idea how many chapters this will be, but unlike my last fics which are still unfinished I know everything that's going to happen this time. So now that I got your curiousity going with "A View Yet to Come" Let's take it back to the start, shall we?

Chapter One - New School, New Friends.

It was an important day. It was John Egbert's first day of high school. The reason he was so excited was not just because it meant a chance to make new friends, but it also meant so many new chances to increase what he called his 'Pranksters Gambit'. And in high school there were always new and interesting ways to play tricks on others, including using the old methods he'd adapted from elementary school onwards.

After an attempt at a quick farewell, which his dad managed to turn it into a speech about his son's coming of age, John was quickly out the door and walking down to the bus stop.

The school campus was buzzing with excitement and activity. School clubs were handing out flyers and sign up sheets were everywhere, including on one boy, for the schools various sports teams as well as the cheerleaders. Of which there were many flitting about the grounds.

After making his way through the insanity to he made it to his first class of the day. English. Sitting a row back from the front, the bespeckled boy looked around the room at the other students. For the most part they looked just excited as him, he did take note however, that the girl who sat at the desk neck to him looked little in the way of enthused. Her chin length blonde hair was kept away from her face with a white head band. Her clothes were a simple tee shirt and skirt. Both white, though John was sure he could see some purple on the front. Her elbow was on the desk and her head lent against her palm as she looked off into space with the most practiced boredom.

He continued to look at her, unaware that he had been staring at her a while. But he just couldn't get past how bored she looked on her first day of high school ever. The girl did seem to notice and looked at him slowly, John blinked when he saw her face properly, staring even more. There was something about her eyes, they were almost lilac in color and he just couldn't look away for a moment.

"I get the feeling that I should enquire if there was something you want from me, as you have been staring at me for longer than social constructs deem comfortable."

She looked him in the eye without any compunction, and her features were fine, but carefully neutral.

"What? Uh? Sorry, you just looked really bored. And it made me curious and then you looked at me and I saw your eyes. Wow, they're pretty vibrant, you know."

He gave a little nervous chuckle. She raised a delicate eyebrow at him, her expression otherwise unchanged.

"Oh, flirting already? That is very bold of you on the first day."

"I'm flirting? Sorry, I didn't mean to. I've just never seen anyone with eyes like that before."

"Admittedly, I feel the need to concur. Your eyes are a very extraordinary blue."

"Really? Well, thank you. I didn't think they were anything special."

"At the very least they are worth remarking on."

"Is that another compliment?"

"Something akin to one, I suppose."

The conversation quickly came to a close as the teacher came in introducing himself and their first English class was more of an introduction game than an actual class. John found out the girl was Rose Lalonde, and that she had two brothers, one the year above them, the other had graduated. The teacher had admitted he couldn't remember teaching any other Lalonde's, to which she had stated that they kept their father's name of Strider. He did seem to know the boys as a vein in his neck had started to pulse, which made John very curious about Rose's brothers, if it caused that reaction in a seemingly friendly and pleasant teacher.

The rest of the class went well and soon the day had brought the lunch bell. If he hadn't been so excited at the prospect of exploring the school, he would have asked to have lunch with Rose, as he found her very amusing, and she seemed to find him very interesting as well. Instead however he chose to explore the school campus, knowing he would have more than enough classes with her. After lunch classes resumed the day continued to be interesting and funny. Rose and John agreed to exchange email addresses so they could add each other to the instant message client Pesterchum.

John found himself out in an open expanse that looked like a giant chess board. Looking down at himself, he found he was wearing a strange blue outfit, with some form of wave shape on his chest. As he looked at his outfit, he realised that his skin no longer had it's normal pink tint to it. It was pure white, which he found this both strange yet amazing. As he inspected himself, he could feel the wind play with his hair, and it felt not only familiar but also like the wind knew him and was greeting him.

It was when the wind died that John felt the need to look up off in the distance he saw a huddled shape, like a group of people, one much taller than the others. He squinted to see if he could make out any details and it was then that one started move towards him. The figure had a determined stance and was leaning forward slightly. After a moment the figure became clear.

They were wearing all brown, with a hood raised, covering most of their face, there was a set scowl on the lips and the skin was grey. Small rounded horns protruded from the the hood, and their chest had what looked like a weeping slash on it. John opened his mouth to ask if they were okay.

Nothing.

He could feel himself speak, but he couldn't hear himself speak. The one approaching him didn't seem to hear him either. Closer now, John was pretty sure whoever it was, that they were a guy. The grey skinned, horned person raised his hand in the air and with a shock of light a sickle appeared in his hand. He ran at John, who took a step back.

He saw him yell something, but couldn't hear him. As the sickle came down to strike him he threw his hands up for protection.

John sat up sharply in bed panting, looking wildly around. He was back in his room, in his pajamas. Looking down his arms looked on the paler side of pink in the dim light afforded him by the full moon trying to get in around his curtains. Running a hand through his hair he laughed to himself.

"That was a crazy dream"

He said to himself more than anyone in particular, seeing as he was the only one in his room besides his computer and old toy box. Shaking his head he took a drink of water from the glass beside his bed, then rolled onto his side and falling asleep quickly, as if he and never dreamt of the scene that startled him awake.

Outside a white dog sat by the letterbox, staring up at the second floor of the Egbert's family home. Standing it shook out its fur and started to trot away. Then suddenly, it disappeared into thin air.