Two

The Portal

Margaret's godmother was chubby and round. Everything about her was round. Round eyes, round body, round face, and round hands.

"Where are we going?"Margaret asked bravely because her godmother, despite her roundness, looked a little pissed off.

Her godmother answered with a grunt.

"Are you going to adopt me?" asked Margaret.

"Yes."

Margaret was relieved that she finally answered. "Why?"

The two were sitting in a shabby Toyota Camry, sweating under the bright sun. Meg, the godmother, had no air conditioner. It was broken.

They arrived at an equally boring shack. It had graffiti on the outside of it everywhere, not to mention cobwebs. Margaret felt a little repulsed. Was she supposed to live here… all her life?

Well, obviously to just eighteen but Margaret was a very dramatic and passionate fourteen year old girl.

Not to mention very hungry.

Her stomach grumbled embarrassingly.

Her godmother looked at her with her eyebrow cocked and Margaret flushed. "Sorry," she mumbled.

Meg shook her head. "You'll eat inside and meet the others."

The others? As in a more-than-two family?

They entered in, the rusted door hinges creaking. It was faintly annoying but at that moment Margaret wasn't able to dwell on it.

In the shack was a large, elegant ballroom.

It was impossible. It was impossible. It was….

Shut up!

But there it was, grand and beautiful and golden. Wonderfully dressed women and men walked around in gowns. Soft clarinet music whistled in the room. (Even though she never really favored classical music, it suited the room.)

Her mouth dropped to the floor. Not really, but she was very shocked.

"NO!" she shrieked. "This is unnatural!"

Meg laughed sourly, taking a cup of wine from a walking waiter. "You're unnatural, my dear." acting all like Yoda or Dumbledore or something.

The strange thing about the guests was that they were about her age. Yet they acted as if it was all okey dokey, jut standing their talking with each other.

"You're a little late, it was hard getting in contact with you," said Meg. "You're the only one who doesn't know of this place from your parents. 'Cause well, they're dead." She said it in the most hey-it-happens-all-the-time manner.

"You see, Margaret, (can I call you Marge?) all of these twits have special abilities."

Margare looked at her. "Like what?" she asked. "Artists? Musicians? Mathematicians? And no, don't call me Marge."

Meg spat out the wine from her mouth. "WHAT! Are you nuts? No! I mean, special magical powers! You don't know who you are? You don't know who you're from?"

This lady was crazy. Out of her mind. Coo Coo, thought Morgana, thinking of a cuckoo clock and sniggered.

"Magical powers," repeated Margaret, her eyebrows lifting against her will. "Like what? Cards? Because I can't do them. Matter of fact, I've never, ever touched a hare in my—"

Meg glared at her at they both sat down at a table (which was covered in satin) and said, "Eat."

Margaret looked at the table. It had…

Pears?

"No steak?" Margaret asked, her heart sinking. "No pudding?"

"Nope," said Meg. "Mm. Tasty pears."

What am I smoking? Asked Margaret to herself. I think I'm on marijuana or something.

"No you're not," said a silver haired girl dreamily to herself as she glided past Morgana.

Margaret choked on her pear.

Meg nodded. "See? Every one of you have magical powers. This building was made as a portal from the Mortal World to Kyrria. You are a fire faerie."

Margaret nodded. "That makes NO SENSE!" she yelled at the last part. She also had the tendency to become hysterical.

Meg shrugged. "I'm your guardian now. See that door? Let's go through it. It leads us to Kyrria. Listen to me, daughter, or I'll see to it that you're toast. Well, literally, to tell you the truth."

"What about the other doors?" asked Margaret. As weird as this was, what she saw was what she saw and…..yeah, she saw this.

"The one of the left leads to this wack place called Earth," said Meg. "It's the weirdest place ever. They have the most annoying presidents and the greediest businessmen on the galaxy. The one on the right leads to Middle Earth, which is pretty wacky too with the weirdest elephants and the tallest elves." (A/N: I'M NOT TRYING TO START A POLITICAL DEBATE HERE! Well, sort of. Just saying...)

"I see," said Margaret, even though she didn't.

"Let's go and no more delay," said Meg impatiently, ignoring Margaret's response.

And they stepped into the world of Kyrria, in where they called Frell.

It's beautiful, thought Margaret. That was her first thought.

A/N: I don't know if I made Morgana's response to all this realistic or not. R&R! Flames are okay, if they help me become better at this. BTW, what's AU?

I know this is a weird question, but I have a pomeranian pup who is coughing. If anyone knows what to do, PLEASE tell me! I heard pomeranians were fragile. Any info would be greatly appreciated.