The Dimension Walker: The Pearl of Chaos

Summary: Avril Burgundy was just wanted to have a normal summer. She didn't ask to be sucked into her favorite cartoon, nor did she ask to end up in a camp full of special people! To make matters worse, an eight hundred-year-old sorcerer plans to escape and he's going to use the Pearls of Chaos to do it. Avril has to go on a quest to prevent the Sorcerer from escaping. But, something else lurks in the shadows. Something that's been imprison for centuries...

A/N: Sorry if there are any mistakes or errors in this chapter! I tried my best to fix them.

Also, there MIGHT be a cliffhanger at the end...

~Chapter Five~

~Ally Causes an Uproar in the Commons Area~

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After several days, I fell into a routine that made life here in camp seem normal.

At dawn, I would take True History 101 with Carrie and Natalia. I learned about the history of the Nine Realms and the Primordial and Primeval gods. We talked about the gods and how they created the gods from other cultures, like how Chaos created the gods and goddesses from Greek/Roman mythology. We talked about then in present tense, which felt really odd. But, I was actually glad since (thanks to Ally and my favorite book series) I knew almost everything about the Greek/Roman gods. But, there were things that I didn't know. Like, Hades fell in love with Persephone because Aphrodite and Deamata fought. Deamata said Aphrodite wasn't as powerful as the other Olympians, so Aphrodite decided to show her wrong by making the most powerful god fall in love with a goddess who was practically unobtainable. She ordered her son Eros to help her, and then she successfully got Hades to fall in love with Persephone.

"Wow," I said. "That's...horrible."

"Why do you think it's horrible?" Natalia asked.

"Well, because maybe Hades had his eyes for someone else and Aphrodite goes and ruins his chances!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. "Maybe Hades liked someone else, someone who actually likes him back. But no, Aphrodite had to be a little bitch and make him fall in love with the daughter of his sister. He probably wasn't interested in her, anyways."

"You shouldn't really talk about Lady Aphrodite like that," Carrie warned. "But...I'm getting a feeling you kinda hate her. Why?"

"Guess I found someone to blame with my love troubles," I grunted, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That is true," Natalia muttered. "Her Strings influence everything in the Realms, since she is a representative for the Dimensional Council."

'Strings?' I wondered, but didn't say it aloud. The less I knew, the better off I would be. Don't get me wrong, I was really curious and wanted to learn more. But, I couldn't bring myself to ask. My mom had always told that there were some things that we shouldn't know. These things could break us, make us question everything we knew, and would perhaps lead to our demise. Maybe she was talking about inhabitants knowing about Dimension Walkers. Maybe she was talking about something else entirely. I didn't know. But, somehow I understood what she was saying. Curiosity was a good and bad thing. I shouldn't be too curious, or else I'll regret it later on.

Randy and Nomi adjusted to camp pretty well. Randy loved everything about camp, but he couldn't become a camper since he wasn't a Dimension Walker. Nomi was welcomed to become a camper for reasons I didn't know. Sometimes, I would catch them walking around camp. Randy would be babbling with that surprisingly fitting and cute British accent. Nomi would smile faintly, and I would catch the red-head's hand grasping the purple-haired boy's hand. Randy wouldn't notice, though, which made me laugh. No matter what, Randy would always be a clueless, dense idiot.

Though, there were some things that unsettled me. When I did my activities, some people would whisper behind my back. I could hear much of their conversations, but all I could catch was "Why would a Hood be in the Cosmos cabin?". I would glance back at them, and then they would instantly shut up. They still continued to talk behind my back, even when I knew they were doing it. I was confused, and I kept wondering what they were talking about. When I tried to ask Carrie or Natalia about it, they would instantly shut me down.

But, anyway, when I met up with Ally and Alice one day, I let out a girly yelp.

"What are you wearing?" I asked, a little loudly.

Ally was wearing a camp shirt underneath a grey-and-blue flannel cardigan, blue jean shorts, and grey sneakers. On her head was a navy-blue Yankees baseball cap, and her hair was put up in a messy ponytail. Strapped to her side was a bronze dagger with a silver handle, and she wore a leather cord around her neck with a golden ring hanging on it. Ally looked like a brown-eyed, brunette-Annabeth Chase.

"Harriet gave me some spare clothing," Ally shrugged.

"Not you," I barked. "Alice!"

Alice looked down, pouting. "I like it," she mumbled.

She wore a light blue dress that reached down to her knees. The bodice had a lace collar, and puffy, lacy sleeves. The skirt was big and poof-y, with white embroideries shaped like rabbits on it. Underneath, she wore black-and-white striped tights and black ballet flats. Alice's hair was curled into princess-like ringlets, and she had on a black headband with a large bow. She played with the blue lace gloves on her hands, and with the golden watch pendant around her neck. This was the most girly-est outfit I had ever seen Alice in.

"Why are you wearing that?" I asked.

"It's what we Rabbits wear," Alice said. "Everyone wears clothes like this in Wonderland, so us Rabbits wear Wonderlandian clothes to remind us of home."

"Now she really does look like Alice Kingsleigh," Ally chuckled.

"It's brilliant, isn't it?" Alice asked, giving us a little twirl. "I abso-bloody-lutely love it!"

I nodded my head slowly. "I still find it strange," I muttered.

"Well that's your problem, not mine!" Alice sang.

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. But, I was actually glad they found a place at camp. Alice had gotten along with the Rabbits pretty well. I had seen her around camp with them, inviting campers to their tea parties or helping the younger campers out. Ally was loving her cabinmates at the Giver cabin. She was reading all the books she wanted, and worked on architecture projects with Harriet. I had seen her with Harriet, both of them babbling on about something smart or architecture related. My best friends had found a place in camp.

I didn't, however. I spent most of my time with Carrie and Natalia, training and learning. I tried my best to be social at camp, but I just couldn't. There was something holding me back, but I didn't know what. As I trained, I could see the other campers watching me and whispering. Carrie said to ignore them, while Natalia said they were just curious to know why a Hood would be in Cabin three. When I asked her why I was put in the cabin, she said I would have to ask Deamata and Overseer. They were the ones who assigned me to the cabin, after all.

So I did.

I went to the Main House and spoke to Deamata and Overseer. I sat on the porch, sipping a cup of iced tea while Deamata and Overseer played chess.

"As I said before," the goddess began, "your parents were afraid and wanted to protect you. Being a Dimension Walker is a dangerous thing, Avril-Drew. Your parents didn't want you getting hurt."

"They should have more faith in me," I muttered.

"They did," Deamata stated. "Until the prophecy came..."

Suddenly, the cup of iced tea disappeared from my hands. A photo took its place. I stared down at it, my jaw slowly dropping. It was a picture of a man and woman. They stood under an arch made of roses and daisies in a forest clearing. There were people dressed in fancy attire, throwing rose petals in the air. It was a wedding, probably.

The woman had curly, rich auburn hair with cherry-red highlights that reached past her shoulders. She was slim and curvy, with a lean, athletic figure. Her skin was peachy, and her eyes were bright, golden amber. She wore a snowy-white dress with a ruby-red sash around her waist. The woman had a bright smile gracing her lips, a kind of smile a bride should always have on their wedding.

The man was tall and lean, with slightly tanned skin. His eyes were stormy-grey, like a dark cloud during thunderstorm. He had dark, dirty blonde hair that was unruly and messy. It surprised me that he was able to keep it like that for a wedding. The man wore a black tuxedo with a ruby-red tie.

I stared down at the picture, my eyes wide. This was a picture of my parents, Renee Ramona and Robert Alvin Burgundy-Hood. How did I know? In the picture, the woman held a baby (probably a month or two old) in her arms. Even though it was hard to make out, the baby had a birthmark on its left shoulder. I had a birthmark shaped like an archer's bow on my left shoulder. Plus, the man and woman looked exactly my parents, except they looked younger.

"When you were born," the purple-eyed goddess said, "a prophecy was uttered by the Oracle of the Nine Realms. Your parents thought you were part of this prophecy, so they wanted to protect you and never taught you about their family heritage.

"Your mother is part of the Hood clan. The Hoods were the first clan to have a goddess patron, and were the ones who establish peace between Dimension Walkers and monsters. Your mother, like everyone in the Hood clan, is Mixed. Mixed is a power class, which means if a Dimension Walker is Mixed it means they are a mixture of different or all power classes. Hoods are also skilled hunters, and wolf-bloods."

"Wolf-bloods?" I asked. "You mean...is that the actual name for werewolves?"

"No no," Deamata laughed. "Wolf-bloods are pure-blooded wolves, meaning they were born into a family of wolf-bloods. Werewolves are people who have been bitten by a wolf-blood or have been cursed."

"Oh," I muttered. "So...what about my dad?"

"He comes from a clan of Givers, Scribes, and Librarians," she said. "You already know what Givers are, since your friend Ally is one. Scribes are Dimension Walkers with immense, divine powers. Their drawings can come to life and become real, living beings with a single tear or a drop of blood. Creatures from myths and legends are results of Scribes unleashing their powers. Scribes can also change fate, as well as destiny, just by writing a few words. They have rewritten prophecies, and saved mortals from disasters or letting disasters rage on the mortals. Events like World War I and II were the results of Scribes changing fate."

"They sound overpowered," I scoffed. "So, I'm guessing Librarians are kinda like keepers? Like, they protect ancient relics and record the history of the Nine Realms."

"Correct," Demata smiled.

"Wow...I did not expect to get that right."

I sighed, and placed the photo to my side. I got up, and walked over to them. Letting out a shaky breath, and stared at Deamata right in the eyes and said one thing I would soon regret.

"Why did you put me in cabin three when I'm Mixed? And what's this prophecy that my parents wanted to protect me from?"

Deamata smiled sadly, while Overseer turned to look at me. Their eyes glowed faintly, as if they were amused by my question. I glared at both of them, not backing down. I wanted to know why I couldn't be in the Mixed cabin (if there was one). Was I this really special Dimension Walker that deserved her own cabin? Or, was there something more?

"You have traits that only our brother's champions have," Deamata said. "Brother rarely has champions, much less children. You are the first champion to pop up."

"Champion?" I asked.

"Deamata," Overseer barked, cutting in. "You have told this child enough. Avril-Drew is a smart girl, and we shall let her learn on her own. You know we are not allowed to interfere. We can only guide."

"Excuse me?" I asked.

Overseer turned towards me, and glared. "Avril-Drew, please go ahead and head to your next camp activity. My sister and I have some things to discuss."

"But I..." I frowned, and stuffed my hands into my pockets. "Fine, whatever..."

I stomped away from the Main House, and headed off towards the training arena.

/break\

Clash! Clang!

When I reached the arena, I found Randy and Nomi sparring. I took a seat on a wooden bench, and watched them. Randy was suited up, using his extending baton to block Nomi's oncoming attacks. Nomi had a smug look on his face as he managed to hit Randy again and again with his bamboo bo-staff. I absentmindedly twisted my skull ring, watching them spar. Nomi was winning, obviously, but Randy tried his best to get the upper hand. The purple-haired teen kept missing his chances to trip up the book up. I could clearly see where I could hit Nomi and get him to break his concentration.

I smirked, and my ring quickly turned into a sword. "Hey," I said as I walked over to them. "Mind if I spar with you, Nomi?"

"Blimey yes," Randy muttered as he took off his mask. "I need a bloody break."

I snorted, "Wow, aren't you a wuss?"

"That bloody ginger is beating me up!" the boy cried, throwing his arms in the air.

"That's because you cannot concentrate enough to see a pattern in his moves," I said. "You need to observe your opponent, find a pattern and use it to your advantage. Like this!"

I kicked to my left, hitting Nomi in his side. The red-head stumbled back, surprised and shocked. Randy blinked, his jaw dropping. I soon narrowed my eyes, holding my sword out in front of me. I took a fighting stance, a look of concentration crossing my face. Nomi flexed his hands, and a katana appeared in his grasp. I should've been intimidated, since he held all ninja know-how. But, I didn't. I just felt...threatened.

Randy instantly backed away, sitting on the bench to avoid getting in the crossfire. Taking the opening, I rushed towards Nomi and swung my sword. The red-head raised his katana and blocked the attack, gritting his teeth as I pushed down hard. He backed away slightly, to which I kicked him in the shin. Nomi cursed in Japanese, losing his concentration. Using the butt of my sword, I smacked him in the chest. He fell back, landing on his ass. But, he quickly got back to his feet and swung his sword. I jumped back, and grabbed his wrist. Nomi froze, staring at me. I gave him a toothy grin, and kicked him in the stomach. The blow sent him falling back. When he tried to get up, I was already above him with my sword's tip pointed at his neck.

"Whoa..." Randy gasped.

"Impressive," Nomi muttered.

"Thanks," I said.

I was about to walk out when I bumped into a body. I stumbled back, rubbing my forehead.

"Whoa, sorry there." It was Jake, Carrie and Natalia's friend. "I was just...where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Last summer," I said, "went to a family reunion. My aunt taught me self defense. I practiced every day."

"Impressive," the blonde said. "But, you could use your sword in different ways. I could...should you some skills I taught Carrie."

"Really?!" I asked, excitedly.

"Of course," Jake said with a smile. "I always help out the newbies. It's kinda my reputation."

"Well then show me, sword guy!"

Jake snorted, muttering under his breath. He pulled out a bronze sword from the leather scabbard hanging from his belt loop. Just before I could ready myself, Jake charged and thrust his blade out. I yelped, and swung my sword to block the attack. But, he saw that coming. Jake hit the base of my blade and he twisted, putting all his weight into a downward thrust.

Clang.

My sword hit the stone ground, and Jake pointed his weapon at my chest. I held my hands up, blinking slowly. The blonde smiled smugly, his eyes twinkling with victory. I was about to say something when an idea struck my mind. With a grin, I kicked up and knocked the sword out of his hands. I barely noticed the people slowly coming into the arena and watching us in awe. Jake just laughed, flexing his hands.

"Now this is the kind of training I've been missing!" he exclaimed. "Show me what you got, Burgundy."

"With pleasure, whatever your last name is!"

I scooped up my sword, and smacked Jake in the chest with the flat of my blade. He stumbled back, but managed to grabbed his sword. He thrust, swung, and parried to which I had to keep blocking or dodging. His attacks didn't hit me, but my attacks didn't either, mainly because I was all defense and he was all offense.

'Wait...OH MY GOD THAT'S IT!'

I smiled, and soon changed my tatic to be defense and offense. Jake was soon pushed back, trying to block (but failing) all my attacks. Pretty soon, I had him pinned against the wall with my sword pointed at his chest and his sword on the ground. The whole arena was filled with applause. Shout and whoops echoed through the air, and I just had to smile widely.

"You're pretty good," Jake praised. "Camp's really gonna help you improve."

"Thanks," I shrugged. "That was one hell of a workout."

Jake rolled his eyes. "Pfft...that's a normal thing around here, Burgundy. We have to stay in shape, since we are constantly on-call for missions and quests."

"Damn...constantly?"

"Yep..."

I bit my lip, and tapped the butt of my sword. It hummed, and turned back into its skull ring form. Sliding the ring back on my finger, I held out my hand. Jake chuckled, and shook my hand. I felt heat rising up to my cheeks, making me cough awkwardly.

"I gotta go," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "I meeting up with...Ally and Alice in the commons area."

"Alright," Jake said. "See you at the bonfire tonight? I'll be with Carrie and Natalia."

I nodded, and quickly hurried out of the arena. Once I was a good distance from the arena, hid my face in my hands and let out a frustrated cry. Why did he have to be so cute? Why did I have to still be hung over him? I don't know. My mind was fucked up, for reasons I do not want to list.

I walked back to my cabin, wanting to take a nap before dinner. Unfortunately, fate was not in my favor today. When I came to the commons area, Ally and Natalia were having a heatedly argument. Alice was trying to calm Ally down, while Carrie was trying to pull Natalia away. Ally was screaming, spurting out curses and swears in Greek. Natalia was yelling out in Italian, shaking her fist in front of her and swearing like there was no tomorrow. How they understood each other, I had no clue. I just stood, my jaw dropping. But then, I snorted and started snickering.

"Πηγαίνετε στον Άδη, σκύλα!" Ally yelled, her brown eyes filled with fury.

"Fammi, l'imbarazzo ragazza," Natalia hissed, her swirling blue eyes glowing fiercly. "Oppure avete bisogno guardie del corpo di tuo papà per aiutarti?"

"Grr...Δεν χρειάζομαι τον πατέρα μου! Μπορώ να σας νικήσει τον εαυτό μου!" Ally growled.

"Certo che puoi. E io sono la Regina d'Inghilterra," Natalia teased, bitterly.

Ally let out a scream, and ran up to Natalia. She punched her right in the jaw, causing the Italian to cough up blood. Gasps and whispers filled the air, and people started approaching the commons area. I ran over there, pushing pass campers and towards my friends. Once I made it through the crowd, I marched up to Ally and pinched her ear. She let out a yelp.

"What. The. Actually. Fuck." I hissed.

"She started it!" Ally cried. "All Natalia's fault, that περίεργος, λίγο σκύλα!"

"Look who's talking!" Natalia snapped. "All eager to find out what are these 'visions' you heard me and Carrie talking about." She broke away from Carrie's grip and walked over to Ally. "How about you mind your own business and leave me the fuck alone, Σοφία."

"I heard Avril's name!" Ally screamed, shoving me away. "Anything involving my friends IS my business!"

"Say what?!" I barked. "What did she say about me?"

Natalia's eyes flashed. "Σοφία, don't you dare—!"

"She said something about a prophecy," Ally said. "About you being a canidate to being the Chosen One, since you were born on the day the prophecy being spoken."

"Excuse me?" I asked. "What prophecy?"

Everyone started whispering, asking the question I just asked. They looked over at Carrie and Natalia, who were both fuming mad. I looked around, and saw Overseer and Deamata, followed by Jake and Harriet, coming towards us. I elbowed Ally, causing her to turn her head. Her whole face went white, probably realizing she punched Overseer's daughter in the face and that he could kill her for doing that.

"What prophecy?" I asked again, glaring at Carrie and Natalia.

"The Prophecy of Destiny," Natalia blurted out. "It tells of a third Dimensional War and determines the fate of the Nine Realms."

"NATALIA ORIANA CAMPANA!" Overseer boomed as he came over to us.

Natalia paled, and her body started shaking. Carrie stood protectively in front of the Italian, her purple eyes glowing brightly. Overseer and Deamata stood in front of their daughters, with Harriet and Jake behind them. I looked over at Ally, glaring at her, then walked over to them.

"I'm sorry, Father!" Natalia cried.

"I told you not to breath a word about that prophecy," the blue-eyed god barked. "I made you swear on the River Styx, something I wouldn't dare do. Now, you have broken your oath!"

"It's not my fault I was born with this curse," Natalia said, tearing up. "Of all your children to give this to, why me? Do you hate me, or something?"

"Natalia," Overseer said, more gentler. "This is not the time—"

"What the heck this prophecy about?" I asked, cutting in.

Deamata and Overseer looked at me, their eyes flashing. Natalia eased up, and mouthed "thank you" towards me. I nodded at her, then looking up at the two gods in front of me. I crossed my arms over my chest, and gave them my signature death glare. Harriet shook her head vigorously at me, while Jake did the universal sign for "cut it out". I ignored them, naturally, and stood my ground.

"What is the Prophecy of Destiny?" I asked again, slowly. "And why am I involved in it?"

The whole camp grew silent, awaiting Overseer and Deamata's reaction.

...

Translations

*Greek*

Πηγαίνετε στον Άδη, σκύλα (Pi̱gaínete ston Ádi̱ , skýla !) = Go to Hades, you bitch!

Δεν χρειάζομαι τον πατέρα μου! Μπορώ να σας νικήσει τον εαυτό μου! (Den chreiázomai ton patéra mou ! Boró̱ na sas nikí̱sei ton eaf̱tó mou !) = I don't need my father! I can beat you up myself!

περίεργος, λίγο σκύλα (períergos , lígo skýla) = nosy, little bitch

*Italian*

Fammi, l'imbarazzo ragazza = Make me, you spoiled girl

Oppure avete bisogno guardie del corpo di tuo papà per aiutarti? = Or do you need your daddy's bodyguards to help you?

Certo che puoi. E io sono la Regina d'Inghilterra = Sure you can. And I'm the Queen of England