When I was younger I used to dream of being a princess. Then I wanted to be a unicorn. Then Tinkerbell. I think I even wanted to be one of the three ninjas but that phase quickly passed. And those phases were the way I would escape as a kid. I could forget about being bullied at school, fucking problems at home and be nothing but something not real. The habit followed me into my late teen hood when I got addicted to Vampire Diaries and Originals for a while.

My favorite was Bonnie because I could relate to her being the one saving everyones ass and not getting a fucking thank you. I fell in love with the unredeemable villains they called the Mikaelsons. I cried tears for every death that could have been avoided had they known what I had but I was just staring at them on a silver screen. They couldn't see my bleeding heart which was ironic since they were the only ones I showed it to.

When the episodes went off I came back to real life. To my tiny two bedroom apartment with my little sister and alcoholic mother. I went back to working two jobs plus some odd ones to pay the bills and put food on our table. I made myself exhausted just so Windy could have everything she needed and wanted for nothing while taking care of my mother who couldn't cope with the death of her twin. I knew my uncle died when I was about 10 and my mother was addicted to spirits by the time I was twelve. She was still somewhat functioning during that time and Windy was only 3 and in daycare. It was an easier time.

Today I was coming back with two somewhat good looking paychecks that would pay our rent and get Windy some clothes for the coming winter. Going into my apartment I was expecting Windy to be up watching TV and eating pizza with money I had given her this morning. I was not happy to see that instead she was passed out with a small bottle of hennessy near her. My mother was curled up behind her in the same drunken sleep.

I was so tired that I didn't even bother waking her up to yell at her for giving Windy liquor when she's only 9. I didn't wake Windy up because she was going to be sick and had school tomorrow. I would deal with all of thai tomorrow but for tonight I would take care of my little sister like I always do. I picked her up and took her to her room which was all mint green, teals and blues. I laid her down on her canopy bed that fucking broke my pockets one time but when I saw how her eyes lit up when I had it installed i got over it quick.

I layed next to her and held her. If you would see us side by side you wouldn't think we were sisters. We had different fathers and that obviously resulted in different looks. Like different skin tones and eyes but we both had our mothers nose and she had her lighter brown hair. But no matter who our fathers were and who our mother was we were sisters and she was everything to me.

With her in my hands and my body exhausted from working I fell into a peaceful sleep forgetting about today. The only place where I didn't have to be everything I shouldn't and anything I wanted was in those moments of peace.

I don't always remember my dreams and I'm never aware of them but I'm pretty sure I was never in some big ass library facing some person with long black hair and dressed like a pirate.

"Since when do I dream about pirates?" I asked aloud.

The person pursed their lips in question. "Something wrong with how im dressed? I can't just dress how I feel comfortable?"

"Surrre." Noooo. "Your fashion is your choice. Just one question. Who the hell are you?"

"Now you ask." They rolled their eyes, "I should have just left you over there but I have a soft spot for people like you who've had to live lives like that."

Now I was really confused. "People like me?"

They nodded. "People who had to step up at an early age. Underdogs, the left behind, survivors. People that nobody expects to make it in life." I wanted to be offended but they weren't wrong. I had to drop out of highschool just to take on another full time job to support Windy and my mother.

"So I'm here because of your soft spot?" I deadpanned. Not to say it's hard to believe but I don't believe it.

At my dry look they huffed. "Ok. My soft spot and the fact that I need you, specifically you for something."

"What?" Might as well hear them out since I didn't seem to be leaving any time soon,

"You know Vampire Diaries?" I nodded. "Take what I say as fact or fiction but that world is real. It's part of one of many realms to exist. For every movie or book in your world there is a realm where they actually exist. For some reason when it come s to your realm you get them as Ideas that turn them into nothing but stories. But the gist is that TVD is real. The version that pops up on TV in your realm shows what it's like when nobody outside of it intervenes. Tell me, when you watch it, what do you see?"

"Things that could have been avoided. Lives that could have been saved." In particular I'm thinking of Elena's family except her parents, Kol, Abby, Lexi, Shelia and the fact that a lot of relationships that would have been long term were cut short but circumstance.

"Good. Then that's your job."

"Huh?"

"Change the series." They said nonchalantly. "Save the lives that have been lost. Change the course and make a brighter future."

"Oh no biggie." I said sarcastically. "It's not like I'm just human up against the supernatural."

"Then we take some creative liberties. I can make you one of the three with some added perks." They wiggle their fingers.

"No to a vampire because I do not need these traits of mine to be amplified and being a werewolf just doesn't have the appeal you may think it has." I scrunch my nose up in disgust in thought of losing control even for a single night. "So I guess that leaves witch but I refuse to be rule bound to ancestors and nature."

They nodded. "That is an easy fix. I can make it so your magic is just beholden to your will and what you can think. Albeit, you might still need to practice because magic control is learned not given."

"And I want my family with me. I want a better life for my sister and somewhere my mother can clean up her act." I asked because it was worth a try.

"Done."

I scoffed. "How can you even do that? Make me a witch and bring me and my family somewhere else entirely." I got quite thinking about this turn of events. "What are you?" I looked the androgynous pirate up and down from their bejeweled hair to their shiny boots and all they did was smirk.

"See i like that question better than who I am. What I am is primordial and a little soft hearted for my kind." They shrugged and walked up to me. I coudln't move and realised soon after that i couldnt speak. Their hands came to my face, their fingers brushing against my baby hairs.

"And as for my name, Call me Zephyr." They put their index finger sto my temple and all I could feel was pain. No, I was pain. I was the hottest fire and the coldest ice. I was stinging cuts and bleeding wounds. It was as if the every atoms of my being were being pulled apart, rearranged and put back to gather with a better charge.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't do anything but accept the fate I did. Why did I accept? Because it could mean giving Windy everything I didnt have, maybe even having part of a teenage hood and my mother back. So I was going to take this pain and make something better out of it.

Good luck Maverick O'Connell.