My little pre-story note.

Sorry. It took a while. But I ran out of Ideas. I really did. It might happen again, though. My apologies. One more thing. I think I already said that I screwed up and kicked Fidelio out of the "I know what's up with Olivia" club. So, just remember that when you read it.

Also. I just read Charlie bone and the hidden king, which sucked. So, I reject the reality, and substitute my own. But I KNEW that …er… him… (don't know whether or not you've read hidden king yet)… WAS LLYEL! I absolutely KNEW IT! So yeah. But that book sucked. I did not like it. It was just a total Anticlimax. Read it, but it sucks. There's no actual action. A big thumbs down for the last Charlie bone book. I wish it were different, I really do. So, All of you that agree with me, here's your book five substitute: The Dreamer's society.

Chapter 9

Term Break, like a month ago.

Fidelio woke to the sound of a crashing symbol at three in the morning. It was still very dark outside, but once that symbol went off, a heaping amount of noise followed in the Gunn House, making it nigh impossible to get any rest until late at night. And, lately, the nights were getting later, and the mornings earlier, Due to the fact that his oldest brother hired in a new band as vocals. And, being a music-loving person, just the same as every one of his immediate family, Fidelio's brother willingly agreed for the band to meet at his house. Every day.

By the time the two week break of school was over, Fidelio was almost happy to be starting school so much. Last night had been his first peaceful sleep in a month. Fidelio didn't know what had gotten into himself lately. He had been eating less, rarely speaking, and kept to his room unless he was summoned for a meal. He almost never slept, and when he did, His dreams were filled with enough terrifying creatures and situations to wish that he was still awake.

"Fidelio! phone!" Yelled his younger sister from the bottom of the spiral staircase, which reached from the basement to the attic. Fidelio sighed and got up, looking in a mirror that hung on one of the white walls in his room. He looked horrible. Dark circles sat ominously under his forlorn, exhausted eyes. His Face was thinner and the clothes that fit him so perfectly a month ago hung from him like colourful sacks of potatoes due to his massive weight loss. And his hair, once curly and a chestnut red-brown, hung flat and lifeless around his face, a light mousy brown.

He walked slowly down the stairs, cringing at the sunlight spilling from the windows. His curtains hadn't been open for longer than he could remember, and he hadn't seen the sun in days. Halfway down, He ran into his older brother, Felix, taking a break from practicing.

"Well, look at that. The Vampire woke up early. Watch out for that sunlight, Kid!" He teased with a playful, friendly snigger. Fidelio glared venomously at him. "Sorry…"Felix backed up. "No need to bite!" he added with a laugh. "This Band going really good! A few more years of practice and we could be famous!" Fidelio merely grunted and shuffled on downstairs, grabbing the phone from his sister.

"Hello." He said to the mouthpiece.

"Fidelio? Is that you?" Said a flighty girl on the other end. Olivia.

Fidelio yawned. "Yeah, it's me. Is this Olivia?"

"Yes!" she said disbelievingly. "Of course it's me! You sound different, Fido. Kinda… tired."

"Well, I am Kind of tired."

"Oh, Sorry… Well, are you too tired to go to the Pet's Café with me and Emma? We could use some extra company, and since Charlie can't come at all this week, Runner Bean will need some, too." Even through the phone, Fidelio could see her face, innocently glancing up, silently persuading him.

Giving a sigh of retreat, he agreed to meet the girls at noon. "Great! Oh, and Fido?" Olivia asked, almost mischievously.

"Yeah?" he answered sleepily.

"I've got something very important to tell you." And she hung up.

Fidelio got ready and left at eleven thirty, choosing to walk rather than to ask for a ride. By the time he reached the pet café, t was twelve ten, and the girls were sitting in the window of a very messy, noisy coffee shop, Emma with a rather large, colourful parrot, and Olivia with a snow white rabbit.

When he got to the door, the clerk nodded him in. "Your pet is waiting inside." The door opened with a ring, and both girls looked over.

"Fidelio! You look… a lot…different," Emma said cautiously, taking a quick survey of Fidelio. Of course he looked different. He hadn't slept in weeks, and hardly ate. But he simply shrugged and gave a half-hearted smile.

"So where is Charlie?"

The girls looked at each other. "The aunts." They said, and Fidelio replied with a simple "ahhhhhhh."

"And what is this very important thing you needed to show me?"

At this, Emma gave a small, knowing smile and Olivia Leaped in the air, startling the animals in the café, which had very good business on Saturdays.

"Come with me! Let's go…To the park? No. To the movies? No…" she thought for a while, and then looked over to Emma. "Ingledew's bookshop?" she asked Emma, who nodded. "But nothing huge, Alright, Olivia?"

So they left the café for the bookshop, which wasn't too far away. Once they entered the small, cozy shop, Emma nonchalantly flipped the Open sign to show the "CLOSED" side, and pulled back the curtains. "Customers won't suspect a thing," Said Emma, Almost to herself. "It's almost closing time, anyways. Olivia, Are you ready?" Olivia nodded, and then looked over to a stack of books, taking the top one, an old and cracked book, with the spine falling apart and the golden lettering on the front barely reading the title: Grimm's Faerie tales.

She randomly flipped to page thirty-two, and as the small cloud of dust receded, there was an elegant hand painted picture of a fairy, faded from time. Olivia studied the picture for a few moments and carefully closed the book with a soft, muffled thud. She put the book back where it was, then closed her eyes, deep in thought.

A soft silver shimmer developed above the stack of books, and it took form into the fairy, a three-dimensional, moving, living version. Fidelio stared at both Olivia and the new fairy in disbelief, and Olivia sneaked a peak at her creation, and squealed in delight. "That's the best one yet!" Frightened, the Fairy tried to fly away, but it burst into a million tiny particles and disappeared.

"So… You're… Endowed?" Fidelio asked, amazed. Oliva nodded. "Charlie was there when I found out. Isn't this going to be a fun term?" Fidelio thought about It for a second as the girls dived deeper into conversation, and then realized something. He was the only one left that wasn't endowed. He had a talent for music, but that was all, and many people could play a violin, and many more could play a violin well than create a fairy out of nothing or hear photographs or Turn into a bird.

"Fidelio!" Emma yelled and threw a soft paperback at him, and he was shaken from his daydream, rubbing the side of his head painfully.

"what?" He asked, annoyed, tears welling up in his eyes. It might have been a soft-covered book, but the point of it hit a soft part on his head, and he had a major headache to begin with. His head felt like it was throbbing from the inside.

Emma apologized for hitting him. "Did you dye your hair? It looks a lot… Darker. I hadn't noticed it before."

"Huh?" he asked, looking in a mirror that hung by the door. Sure enough, his hair was now a dark brown. What was happening? He looked at his watch, distressed. "Um… I've got to go." He said. "Good job with you new... talent… Olivia. See you both on Monday." He slowly closed the door to Ingledew's store and ran the whole way back to his house.

As he slammed his bedroom door, he saw an orange blur dart between two boxes. Thinking nothing of it, he walked over to his bed, picking up his violin case. Nothing worked better than music to calm his anxeity. As he tenderly picked the instrument from the soft interior of the black case, he noticed two more blurs race across the room; one fiery red, the other yellow as gold. the flames, thought Fidelio quickly. those cats that were always following Charlie and them around. But why were they bothering him, boring, normal Fidelio?The Amber cat, red as fire, Cautiously walked out of his riding place, the two others following. It opened its mouth and wailed in a low, solemn tone,the two others following in a harmonious pitch.

"what do you want?" askedFidelio, annoyed. the three stopped, looking at him comprehensively.the orange one gave asoft, shortmeow. "I don't know what you want!Im not special, I can't understand you like Billy can, I can't hear your thoughts or listen to photographs, I can't do any of that! i'm not special! so just stop bothering me!" Yelled Fidelio, suddenlyenraged. The bare light bulb in the corner that light his room flickered. The computer on the dark wood floor suddenyl started up. the radio turned on and started blaring music. Fidelio covered his ears, shuting his eyes tight. "Just...STOP!"the lightbulb exploded, the computer and radio stopped, plugs blown from the wall and sparking, anda shower of cussingand angry voices came from the attic,their amps and microphones suddenly smoldering.

when Fidelio looked up, the flames were gone, and as he looked out the window, the only colourin the streets were three warm-coloured blurs darting down the sidewalk,for all the streetlights withing a square kilometer had blown up.FIdelio slowly opened thedoor to see everyone scarmbling to the kitchen,all the lights out and glass on the floor.

"the Lights are out, Fidelio! Some sort of Crazy Power failure, all the lightbulbs in the house grew really bright and then boom! The exploded!" Felix exclaimed from the top of the stairs. "All our equipment is dead, What a shame." Fidelio's eyes were round. What did he do? more importantly, how didhe do it?Was it even him in the first place? Somehow he knew it was inevitable. Boring,normal Fidelio was't so boring and normal after all.

The next morning, Fidelio packed and got ready to board the blue school bus, going to Bloors. This was going to be a fun term. Yeah, right.