I've been wanting to write this chapter for AGES! I'll just leave you with this quote and we'll start.
"Llamas are nature's greatest warriors." -Wax Larry King
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Goes the clock. Tick. Tock. Tick Tock.
I can't sleep.
I don't want to sleep.
I don't want to see him.
So I'm not asleep.
Nope.
Tick Tock goes the clock.
...
I hate this.
I hate this silence. The only sound is Dipper and Mabel on either side of me. Usually their breathing lulls me to sleep, but not tonight. It's aggravating instead. I want it to be quiet yet if it's quiet, I'll explode.
What's wrong with me? Am I okay? Why am I thinking this way? What's wrong with me?!
I clasp my hand on my mouth to stifle a scream of frustration. Screw this, I'm going for a walk. I clamber out of the bed, dig through Mabel's suitcase and put on her llama sweater and my shoes. It might be chilly. I could wear another sweater, but I feel like I should wear this one. I don't bother to change out of Mabel's nightgown.
Where should I walk?
Your old house. There's something here. Something very important there. Go there. There is something. Go. Go. Go.
A little voice speaks in my mind. Is it my own thoughts? Is it something else entirely? I don't know. I don't want to know. I tumble out of the room and down the stairs. It's dark. Everyone, even the late-working Ford is asleep. Good. Why is it good? I don't know. That's what the voice says. That's what I believe. No one should know I'm on this walk. Why? I. Don't. Know.
Don't leave a note. No need. You'll be back before even Ford wakes up. It'll be okay.
I open the door to the Shack's back and step outside, the cool Oregon night biting my face. A gentle breeze rumples my uncombed hair. The hair of the sweater billows around and I watch, mesmerized, as it dances around. Then I stop watching. Tonight, I have a purpose. I have a purpose. I have a purpose...
Home. No. Not home. This mansion was never my home. It was a house. It was nothing more than the place where I spent my nights in mostly despair. I suck in a deep breath of fear and...confidence? Should I sneak in the back?
No. Just stride in. If they catch you, something will protect you. I promise.
Who promises? Who will protect me? But this voice compels me to just walk up to the gate. The lights are on. There must be a party. It's only 2 AM, my parent's parties run a lot later than midnight, usually. Typical. They're partying even though their daughter's missing. I touch my heart lightly. If I get caught...
You will. But they can't hold on to you forever. They see you, yet they can do nothing.
Nothing. This reassures me, oddly. So, I tap the intercom button by the gate.
"Who is this?"
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing. My throat runs dry. I gasp softly and the intercom shuts off. Then, out of nowhere, a harsh, yet hot wind blasts open the gate.
In here. Go. Before they close it again.
And so, I step into my front yard. The peacocks and fountains do nothing but remind me of what I actually lived through. This place. So different from the Shack. I take a few steps in and the gates close on my the second I clear them. Clang. How do I get out?
Don't worry. Go inside.
So, I walk up to the door. I see something out of the corner of my eye. Blue. A wisp. A ghost. No. I know this ghost. It's...it's the lumberjack that cursed my family.
I've come to repay you Pacifica.
Repay...me?
Yes. You are different. You have honored the common folk, and yourself. Your powers... are inside. My axe. The one in the main hall. It's still imbedded in the floor, for no one can get it out but you.
Me?
Me.
I find courage in the ghost's words. Out of nowhere, the ghost's spirit surrounds me. It transforms me. My hair returns to the fake blonde it was once before. My outfit changes. It's a long, yellowish, elegant dress. Not to mention, the llama crest on my chest. And my llama necklace grows in size just a little, and grows shiny. And to top it all of...?
I'm glowing. I'm glowing blue. I'm glowing and a power of a sort surges through my body. It's like lightning, like energy, like...like some sort of hope is rising through me. I open the door to the mansion.
They stare. They stare at me. All the adults look at me. And who could take their eyes off of me? Just striding in uninvited, the daughter of their hosts, in a gorgeous dress that no one could ever buy, glowing with a sort of energy and power that no one could ever replicate with any special movie effects. I stride coolly to the axe embedded in the floor. I hear a shriek.
"PACIFICA?!" My mother.
"Pacifica! Come here, immediately!"
I ignore them, making my way to the axe. I carefully touch it. It's buzzing. It's warm and full of energy. It's...it's mine.
A bright glow rises from the axe, engulfing the room. I'm blinded, but I grab the axe, firmly with my hand, and lift it up. It slides right out of the floor like nothing.
Then the glow fades. Then the glow of the axe fades. The glow of myself fades. The dress changes back to the sweater and nightgown. My hair returns back to brown. the only thing that doesn't change is my necklace, which continues to shimmer. The axe is in my hands, fitting me perfectly. I let go of the axe and instead of dropping to the floor, it disappears. I clench my fist and concentrate. My fist glows and the axe reappears in my hand.
This...this is what I'm capable of.
"PACIFICA! GET OVER HERE!" My father yells. I ignore him again. He makes a grab for me, but I swipe the axe at him. He recoils in anger. I then casually stride out of the party. Out of the doors. My father yells for the servants to make sure the gates don't open. Then the same wind from earlier blasts open the gates again and I walk out with a smirk on my face.
So...Now that I've achieved this power... Then the only thing left to do is prevent the destruction of the world.
I can't wait.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WEIRDMAGEDDON IS ON MONDAY
Also, on another note, how are you guys liking the cover art! Thanks again to 88Madison88 for the art. Unforuantely, it's a little oddly formed since that's just way is, but I hope you guys all like it!
-Skye