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Chapter 13 Jemima: Saturday June 24

I was half way out of the tower as soon as Nightwing announced that we could go home. I was extremely excited, I get to go home and see my sister and roommate. It's going to be the best weekend ever!

I got to my apartment around midnight late night, and my little sister was asleep so she doesn't know I am home, I can't wait to see her face! My roommate was also sleeping but I swear she has a six sense and she knows when I am home even when she is completely out cold she can always tell when I am back. How do I know this? Well she woke me up this morning at around five AM screaming at my passed out, supine form in my bed. In which she proceeded to pounce on me and shake me until I was completely awake, which didn't take too long she was a smaller girl with bright white blonde hair that was cut into a bob.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she screeched, smiling at my disheveled appearance. Pushing herself off of the bed she stood up as tall as she could, which was about 5'3 or 5'4 if she was on her tippy-toes, and glared at me waiting for an answer.

"Sorry," I say getting myself into a sitting position, "I didn't find out until late last night. Besides I thought I would surprise you guys this morning."

"Alright," she says smiling, flipping her hair from her face.

I rub my eyes and look at her, "What time is it?" I ask yawning.

"Five o'clock." she states simply shrugging her shoulders.

I look at her confused.

"AM," she clarifies.

"LOTTIE! Five AM!" I yelled at her. "Why in the hell would you wake me up that early!" I slide back down and cover my face with a blanket.

"Oh no, no, no" She says ripping the sheet from my face, "you are only here for a few days, get up!"

I moan, but comply, "Training wasn't even this early," I grumble to myself.

"No whining!" She yelled at my gleefully, "I'm going to make pancakes so get ready!" she skipped out of the room.

I want to cry, I hate mornings. I shuffle to the small bluish-green bathroom across the hall. I hop in and take a quick five minute shower and again dragging my feet back to my room I changed into my normal bright attire. I put my hair into its normal French braid, then I put on my bright blue knit cap. I make my way to the kitchen and took a seat at our kitchen table; Dropping head down to its cold hard surface.

"Well that didn't take you that long." Lottie says from the stove.

I groan out an incomprehensible reply, my head still on the table.

She laughs.

I pick my head up and look over at the clock on the wall, 5:30 it read. I dropped my head back down.

"You are so whinny!" the blonde says. I can feel her looking at me with a half-smile on her small heart shaped face.

I almost reply when I hear a dainty scuffing of feet. Whipping my head around I see my four year old little sister in a soft pink night gown clutching a teddy bear. Her light red hair, that was identical to mine, was sticking up in all sorts of direction. She rubbed her eye with her free hand and looked at me, "Eden?"

"Yeah Aeva," I say smiling at her.

She beamed, then dropping her bear she ran at me as fast as she could and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me. She buried her head into my neck; I could feel warm tears on my skin. "I missed you," she sobbed into my shoulder.

I pulled her into a tighter embrace and gave her a small kiss on the back of her head, "I missed you too." I sat with her few a good few minutes until Charlotte placed a little pack of pancakes on the table in front of me. I broke the hug and looked at my baby sister, her eyes were swollen and beat red, and there was a dribble of snot running from her nose. Grabbing a napkin I quickly wiped that away. "Hey," I say gently, why don't you get some clothes on and then you can have some breakfast, and I will brush your hair.

She nodded, grabbing her discarded teddy she ran to her room.

I turned back to my golden brown pancakes and started to eat. "She really is proud of you." Lottie says from the stove.

I turned to face my friend, "what?"

"Aeva," she replies looking up from the bubbling batter, "she thinks you are the best superhero ever. You should hear her, she goes on and on about how cool her sister is and how she has amazing powers used to defeat evil!"

I chuckle, "she is interesting."

"Tell me about it," Lottie says smiling. "So…what do you think we should do today?"

"I don't know maybe we could go to the park or the town pool I think Aeva would really enjoy that." I answer, digging into my breakfast.

Lottie opened her mouth to say something when there was a sharp knock to the door. "Could you get that, I don't want the cakes to burn."

I nodded getting up and making my way to the front door. I opened the door and out in the hall way stood my landlords eighteen year old daughter. Her lips were pursed as if she had something better to do. "Can I help you?" I ask.

"Um, yeah, I need you rent." She said placing her hand on her hip.

"Okay…" I say, "I'll be right back." she rolled her eyes but stayed put. I went back to the kitchen and asked Charlotte about the rent, her face darkened and she stormed to the door, me following behind her.

"What the hell do you want?" Lottie growled.

The girl cocked her head and snapped back, "Like I told her I need you rent."

"Really because I paid your dad yesterday," she said eyes narrowing.

"Yeah sure you did." the girl retorted.

I have never really seen Lottie really mad, and I don't really know why she was livid with just the mere presence of this girl. "I did." she seethed.

"Whatever, could you please pay me I have to go talk to the new tenant." she said stick out her hand.

"New tenant?" I ask.

The girl was starting to look really irritated, "Yeah he is staying here today and tomorrow then leaving."

"So that's why you look like a cheap street -" I cover her mouth before she can finish that sentence.

"Okay," I say hand still on my roommates mouth, "Can you please check with you dad to just to make sure you didn't get our payment?"

"Fine," she says whipping out her phone she tapped out a quick message and waited for a reply. Thirty seconds later she received a reply, taking a deep breath she looked up at me with a fake sickly sweet smile on her face, "I'm sorry; I was supposed to go to room 210 not 310. My bad." She flipped her hair and walked away.

I shut the door and stared at it until I felt something textured and wet on my hand, that's when I realized my hand was still over my friend's mouth and see just licked me. I rip my hand away wiping the spit on my pants, "EW."

"Whore," Lottie said finishing her sentence form before, "Gah, I hate her." She glared at me, "you put your hand on my mouth again I will bite you," she said making her way back into the kitchen.

I follow her, "Why do you hate her so much? I have never seen you this livid."

"She always comes and tries to pick a fight, she almost got me in big trouble, and she lied and said that I stole something from her. As if I would take anything from that P.O.S." She said stirring up the batter a little bit more.

Oh was all I could say, and thankfully I didn't really have to get into it because at that moment Aeva walked in completely dress, hair still a mess, with a brush into her hand. "Hey sweetie."

She gave me a little smile and hopped towards me, "here is my brush," she said handing the object to me.

"Thank you," I say, "Sit down right there and I will fix your hair," I say gesturing to the chair right next to me.

She jumped in the chair and spun around so the back of her head was facing me. I started brushing starting from the bottom and working my way up being extra careful with some of the knots.

One hundred brush strokes, and seven pancakes we finally finished breakfast.

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We spent the day at the park, Aeva playing on the playground, and Charlotte and I relaxing on the grass soaking up the Vitamin D. Now on the other hand I was getting ready for work.

I put on a long deep purple skirt, white puffy shirt, and letting my hair fall I put a glittering purple scarf on my head. Making my way to the kitchen I see Lottie looking me up and down, "What do you think," I ask spinning in a small circle.

"I think you are going to work," she says mildly put out.

"Well, yeah, I need to help you out with the rent." I say awkwardly flattening my skirt.

"That isn't the only reason why you are going," she says flatly.

"Well…I…just want to see someone, and besides what is a carnival without a fortune teller," I say smiling.

"Alright," she says "Go have fun."

I smile, and in less than a minute I'm out the door heading to my job as Madame Mab: the Queen of Unseen Dreams.

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"I see someone in white, and they will lead you to what it is you want most," My voice is low and gravelly and my eyes are rolled to the back of my head. This is always how it is, I make it seem like I'm getting taken over by…I don't know a fortune telling spirit, and the people eat it up. They have no idea of what I could really do, I wonder what they would think if they knew. My body shudders and my head slumps to my chest and I can hear the older woman I was scribing to muffle a scream, I wanted to laugh but I couldn't it would ruin my act.

I bring my hand to my head I as I slowly pick up my head making sure I looked dazed, "I'm sorry" I say acting pained, "Sometimes it's hard come out of that state of mind."

The woman placed her hands together looking awestruck, "No that was brilliant!" she reached into her purse and pulled out two twenties and slammed onto the table, yeah I'm not cheap, "Thank you! Thank you!" She waddled away desperately searching the crowed probably looking for that someone in white.

I sit back against my chair when I feel a pair of cold rough hands cover my eyes, and being the 'person' I am I automatically went into defense mode. Grabbing the wrists of my attacker I roughly stood up kicking my chair back in to my assailant. Who let out and audible grunt and with the hand going weak I let go and I heard a thud of a body hit the ground. Rapidly twisted around to see a lanky person with mahogany colored hair sprawled on the ground. "Ohmygod Aston!"

The teen propped himself up onto his forearms, "Damn, what do they teach you in those training courses."

I kneel down and offer him my hand, "Are you okay?" I ask worried.

"Well I don't think you broke my sternum so I think I will be fine," he says taking my hand smiling. I pulled him up and watched as he reached his full height. I am pretty tall around 5'6 but her completely surpasses me, I think he is about 6'3 which is a very beautiful height…goodness I'm weird.

I shake my head really quickly and look at the poor young adult before me, he was a little gangly but muscular at the same time, her was wearing a button down white shirt and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and that was loosely tucked into a pair of worn khaki pants and black shoes. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" I scold him.

He laughs and puts his hands up in defense, "Sorry! I was just excited to see you…it's been what three four weeks since I have last seen you."

I give a half smile and wrap my arms around his middle, "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he replied his face on my scarf.

Pulling away he beams at me, "I'm telling a story tonight at nine thirty you have to hear it!"

I study is face his forest green eyes meeting my hazel ones, and I quickly turn away blushing. Looking down at the ground I agreed, and with that he left, not before shouting to the crowed to come see the marvelous Madame Mab the greatest fortune teller anywhere.

So for the next hour and a half I 'foretold' of dramatic romances, fantastic adventures, sad tragedies, and all sorts of other thing you expect to hear from a psychic. It was getting close to nine thirty and this lady kept asking me questions about when she would see this omen of good fortune I was talking about, "The fates are foggy tonight I'm afraid that is all I can tell you at this time."

"Oh no you must tell me more I have to know!" she just when on and on.

after about five minutes of her badgering I took in a loud raspy breath, and rolled my eyes to the back of my head and spoke in a low growl, "The omen will appear when the hand of a face that never speak turns that of a new day." I dropped my body to the table making sure it looked convincing.

The woman squeaked I could hear her rustle some money out of her purse drop it to the table and scurry off. And not until I was sure she had gone was I able to pick up my head and she how much she had left me. Twenty five dollars, that hag ripped me off I spent a good chunk of time with that crazy woman I should have gotten at least forty five dollars for that one! Stupid woman.

I hastily closed down my stand for a while and hurried to the middle of the carnival, to the place where Aston always tells his stories. To say I was excited would be an understatement, I love his stories, they are always good and biased off of the people who work here but he twists them to make it seem like a fairy tale all in all they are always beautiful and interesting, I wonder who's story he is going to tell…I think it might be Sampson the Strong man from what I know about him his back story is pretty interesting either way I'm excited.

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They were tons of people gathered around to watch, who could blame them Aston's stories are one of the main thing that attract people to the carnival, they are always so enchanting. I stand closer to the back, of the small 'auditorium' we have for the performances, and listen to all of the excited rushed chatter, I really am wonder who's story he is going to tell.

A hand on my shoulder, yanked me out of my musing, turning I see the owner and Aston's father Jedrek. He looked similar to his son with mahogany hair, and the same dark green eyes; the only difference between the two was that Jedrek was slightly shorter than is son but immensely stronger, he had the body was similar to that of a smaller Batman. In all he was quite an impressive sight. "How did I know you would be here," his deep bass of a voice said.

"You know me too well," I say turning and smiling at him.

"It seems I do," he lets out a low laugh.

I face back to the stage, "Who's his story about this time?"

I see him scratch his head out of the corner of my eye, "I don't know he hasn't told anyone."

"That's really unlike him," I say.

"You're tellin' me," he says letting out another deep laugh.

I laugh a little too in spite of myself. We were silent until Aston walked onto the mini stage and like ever one else we cheered him on.

He waved his hand to silence the crowd, and everyone even the smaller children became quiet. He flashed a big smile, "it seems like my crowed get bigger and bigger every time."

The crowd laughs, I can't tell whether they found that funny or they just laughed because he is gorgeous…

"Tonight's story is my favorite, it is about a beautiful princess," he says dreamily. Well that ruled out Sampson.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess; she had long wavy hair the color of an orange sunset, and intense hazel eyes. She had mother and a father and just before she turned fourteen she gained a baby sister who was just a beautiful as she."

Oh my gosh, he is telling my story!

"Everything was prefect in her life she had amazing parents, a sweet baby sister, and a secret that made that princess the most special in all of the land. Yes, everything seemed just right around the middle of her fourteenth year." His face turned soft and his mouth turned into a delicate frown. "One night the king and queen when off to settle foreign affairs as they usually did, except this time they did not return, they had perished in a horrible accident. The princess was devastated; it felt as if the world was ripped out from under her feet. The council decided that she was too young to rule the country on her own so they brought in members from other royal monarchies to rule instead. The only problem, the other king and queens were cruel and they abused the beloved princess, but she never said anything for she was afraid not just for her sake but as well as her young sister's." He paused and scanned the crowed no doubt looking for me. Unable to find me he continued with the story, "Two years of abuse the brave princess decided to run, and leave those wretched people behind, so in the dead of night she pack as few belongings and taking her sister she disappeared into the dead of night."

The crowed oohed and awed.

"After many days of traveling she came across a small carnival not too unlike this one, she held her sister close as she viewed the unfamiliar surroundings. Eventually she came across and old witch who was telling someone's fortune, curiosity consumed her so she took a look. The witch was gazing into a crystal ball muttering an enchantment, "Five days" she said, "Five days left you have to live."

"No," the princess said speaking up, "What you are looking at is wrong."

"Excuse me," the witch asked.

"You prediction is wrong its five days until the rain…five days and you soul will be free, you will find someone who will free you from the curse that plagues you," the princess said to the poor person.

The witch growled at the girl and challenged the girl. The princess was nervous but she accepted. The next day she returned to face the hag; a huge crowd came to watch all wanting to see what would happen. The challenge commenced it last a few hours but finally the princess won, just barley but she had beaten the woman. Ashamed at the loss the witch vanished never to be seen again; so thanks to persuasion from a dedicated leader, the princess took over and became the new enchantress." He stopped and smiled again scanning the crowed trying to locate me, and this time he had making eye contact with me he continued his tale, "The princess worked for the owner of the carnival for a good few months, little did she know that she had an admirer. A peasant, the son of the owner. He was small and mousy and he rarely ever spoke to anyone; he would watch the princess day in and day out and she didn't even notice not till her seventeenth birthday when he had mustered up the courage and gave her flowers. She smiled at him, they talked to one another for the first time, and they spoke for hours. She told him of her sister, her parents, the evil rulers who called themselves her guardian, and she even told her of a special gift she had that made her different from most people. The princess was connected with the moon, and more than anything she wanted to use that gift to help the needy people of the world.

After that day the pair grew close she showed him her abilities and he helped her move into a small cottage with a friend she had met on her journey. After a year of working at the little fair, she finally found what she was looking for a chance to help those in other villages, a group of good witches and wizards were looking for some help and she gladly joined them. The poor boy had barley seen her during that time but when she came back he was the happiest person in the world, but he would never tell the princess that for she is too good, too smart, and too beautiful for that poor peasant boy. And that is the story of the beautiful princess, the end." He backed away into the shadows on the stage and disappeared. The crowed of people erupted.

XXX

I made my way back to the stand to be greeted by a set of bright pearly white teeth. "So what did you think?"

"Not you best, but pretty good." I say gently pushing him off my table.

"What?" he says flabbergasted.

"You were too dramatic at the end my life isn't that awful."

"Yes but that poor peasant boy's was." he says pouting.

I smirk at him, "You are so full of it."

He laughed. "What can I say it runs in the family."

"I'm sure it does," I say laughing a little as well, "now get outta here you're gonna scare away my customers."

"Only if you give me something," he says crossing his arms across his chest in defiance.

"How about a swift kick in the ass?" I ask straitening the table cloth.

"I was thinking something slightly more romantic," he says scratching his head.

I walk over to him and plant my lips on his cheek giving him a light kiss, "Does that work?"

"I guess," he said giving me a crooked smile.

"Good," I say, "now scoot."

He grins and begins to leave when he stops and comes back to me, "quick question."

"What?" I ask.

"Would the beautiful princess like to go out on a date tomorrow with the poor peasant boy?"

"Yes," I answer, "I think she would."

"Good, tell her that he will come for her around eight." he says turning to leave.

"I shall relay the message!" I call after him laughing to myself.

XXX

This is the second night in a row that I have gotten back to my apartment at midnight, the one good thing about living at the tower everyone goes to bed at the same time so I don't have the opportunity to stay out too late. I fumble with my keys and it takes minutes to open the door, I can't help it I'm exhausted. I'm pretty sure I crawled into the living room because I can't even fathom walking at this moment. I plop down onto our couch and lay there for a bit. I could feel myself begin to drift off to sleep when I hear a loud grumbling noise coming from my stomach, but of course I would be starving. With great difficulty I push off of the comfy-ness that was the couch and made my way to the kitchen. And what to my wandering eyes would appear my roommate's parmesan chicken stir-fry with a little note attached to it: 'thought you might enjoy this- Lottie'. I was so happy.

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