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: Backstories, prophecies, and Avril just thinking how fucked up her life is.

~Chapter Six~

~My Life Turns Upside Down~

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I always thought my life couldn't get any worse than it is. Sure, most of my life has been great. I have a loving, supportive family and the best, most loyalest friends. I had a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food in my stomach. I basically lived a comfortable, happy life.

However, not all my life was rainbows and unicorns, no matter how much I wished it was. As I stated before, I drowned in a well when I was seven. Stuff like that really screws a kid up. At first, I thought it was just a miracle. I thought I was super special, and that really bumped up my self esteam. But then, came third grade when I scared that bully with those bones that I had no idea where they came from. Weird stuff started to happening to bullies when they try to mess with me or my friends, like almost realistic nightmares and skeletons popping up anywhere near them. Kids started calling me "Jinx Burgundy" and "Creepy Skeleton Girl" because of that.

Aiden, Ally, and Alice told me not to take the insults to heart, that they were just jealous of me. But they really hit me hard, especially how the pretty girls would say I looked nothing like my parents. How could a kid not look like their parents? Unless the kid had some speacial condition like being albino or whatever, they kid had to have some of their parents facial features. The only thing similar between me and my parents was that I had my mom's headshape and facial features, but that was not very noticable. They would always say one thing that would always make me rethink things.

"Maybe your some basterd child. Maybe your mom got pregnant by some guy and the guy left her. Maybe you're the result of a one night stand!"

Of course, I knew my mom would never lie to me. Lies, in her opinions, can only lead to disaster and problems. But then again, she and dad did kept the secret that we were Dimension Walkers. Who knows what other secrets that could've kept from me.

Anyways, the whole camp was silent. We waited for Overseer and Deamata's answer, some of us scared and some of us anxious. Jake and Harriet rushed to Carrie and Natalia's side when Deamata walked over to me. Her ever changing eyes were bright red, with swirls of orange and yellow. They glowed like embers and burned like a flame. A normal kid would've gulped and quivered in fear. But, I'm not a normal kid. I continued to give my death glare, while clenching my jaw. Call me stupid, but I was stubborn and wasn't going to back down.

"Do you really wish to know?" Deamata asked, her tone somewhat challenging.

"Yes," I said, gritting my teeth. "I don't do death glares for nothing. Though...I do like scaring people with it..."

"Very well then," Deamata said. "Follow me, Avril-Drew Claire Burgundy-Hood."

Deamata and Overseer walked over to the Main House, everyone moving out of the way. I looked at my friends, flashing them a 'wait at my cabin' look. Ally and Alice nodded their heads, while Carrie and Natalia gulped. I sighed, and ran up to the two gods. We walked up to the Main House, going into the building and going up the stairs. We headed up into the attic, where I was met with a surprising sight.

The attic was airy and spacious. The walls were a light blue and the carpeted floor was white. There were three windows bay windows that looked out over camp, with a blue velvet cushion windowsill seat. The windows were covered by light red, sheer curtains. On one side of the room, there was a wall covered by shelves of books. Each book had different title, genre, and author. On the other side was a wall with a mural. Not only did the mural that tell one story, but the mural that told multiple stories. It was constantly changing, shifting from one image to another. One moment it told a story of a blond girl battling a black dragon, the next it told a story of how the world was created. In front of the mural was a light red, plush loveseat that faced the mural. There was a burgundy oak table set in front of the three windows. Above the table was a glass orb. The orb was suspended golden chain that kept the orb from falling onto the table. Inside the orb was a raging fire that kept changing four different colors: red, orange, yellow, and blue. The fire seemed to be alive, flickering like Deamata's eyes.

Sitting at the table was a little girl, about twelve or thirteen. She had light brown hair that was a wild, curly mess, reaching down to her shoulders. Her skin was lightly tanned, with a dusting of freckles dotting her cheeks and nose. She had big, round eyes that were aqua-green with dark blue flecks. The girl wore a light seafoam-green Greek chiton, silver gladiator sandals, and a fiery, dark blue cloak. On her arms were bracelets made of lapis lazuli; the bracelets started on her wrist and ended at her shoulders. She wore a light blue diamond pendant around her neck and a silver circlet across her forehead.

"Hello there!" the girl beamed. "I'm Sapphira Omega, the Oracle of the Nine Realms. Daughter of Ananke and Champion of the Fates."

"Uh...hi?" I said, which sounded more like a question.

"My, you're Avril-Drew Claire Burgundy-Hood, aren't you?" Sapphira asked, tilting her head. "Wow! I saw your birth, ya know, when I spoke the Great Prophecy of Destiny. I knew my mum chose the right girl to be this generation's Chosen One."

"So you were right," Deamata said. "So is she our brother's champion?"

"I can't say, Grandmother," Sapphira said with a shrug. "Mum said, 'Don't explain prophecies. They were created for others to decipher.' But, aren't you supposed to know, since you are Lord Cosmos's sister?"

"Brother will not tell us if he had any children," Overseer grumbled. "After what happened with Xavier, he refuses to tell us when he is going to have a child or champion."

"Oh well then," Sapphira sighed. "Guess you'll just have to wait and see." Then, the girl turned towards me. "Well! I supposed you're curious to see what the Prophecy is, huh?"

"Natalia already said what it is," I said. "I just wanna know what are its lines."

"Very well," the green-eyed girl smiled. "There are always different parts to the Great Prophecies. Each part tells of events that will not only influence the fate of the Nine Realms, but also the fate of the Chosen One. The Great Prophecy of Destiny has four parts. Right now, part one is in motion!"

"What?!" Deamata and Overseer exclaimed.

"Oops?" Sapphira gasped. "I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" She winked at me and then said, "Well then, I better say the lines before Lord Overseer and Lady Deamata freak out."

Sapphira spread out her arms, and her eyes turned a shade darker. Blue flames floated around her, and the orb glowed fiercely. Green mist pooled out of the girl's mouth, and her voice echoed.

The dead path to the Shadows,

Down into the Hallows,

Is where the Pearl of Chaos lies,

Hidden from curious eyes

Be wary of the Coffin of Glass,

For the Dark One will be calling

A dead heart joins the dark

The Black Army's Grave is where thy journey shall embark

My jaw dropped, my eyes bulging out. The flames disappeared, while the mist was sucked back into Sapphira's mouth. Her eyes returned to normal, and she flashed a pearly-white smile. Deamata and Overseer shared a look, causing me to point my finger at them.

"No," I said. "Don't share a look, that means something bad, I just know it."

"Avril," Deamata said. "What do you make of the first part of the prophecy?"

I blinked, unsure of what to say.

"Prophecies always have double meanings," Sapphira said. "They could mean the opposite of what you think, or they could mean exactly what you think."

"Thanks for the reasurring thought," I replied, sarcastically.

Sapphira pouted. "Hey, I'm just trying to help."

"Not helping, though," I muttered. "Not helping at all."

I turned around and started walking out of the attic, ignoring Deamata and Overseer's protests. I zipped up my hoodie and pulled the hood over my head. And yes, I was wearing the same thing. I know; I can't believe I wore the same thing for a few days. Then again, I didn't feel like wearing the camp shirt and no one offered me any clothes. So, I was stuck wearing the same clothes. Thank god the cabins came with bathrooms and laundry rooms.

I walked out of the Main House, grumbling under my breath. Campers that were lingering around gave me an odd stare, to which I growled at them. Some jumped back in surprise, while a few let out a girlish yelp. But, they all slowly backed away and then started running. I blinked, tilting my head in confusion. I shook my head, ruffling my hair in frustration. People at this camp were weird.

As I walked back to my cabin, my mind wandered off. I thought back to the summer after fifth grade ended, the day Aiden and I kissed (and how Ally and Alice fangirled out).

/break\

It was a hot, July afternoon. The hot, Californian sun beated down over Hayward. Aiden and I were sitting under the tree in my backyard, eating popsicles and talking. Ally and Alice were running around, since Alice decided to steal Ally's book out of bordem. Ally shouted out curses in Greek, while Alice was laughing and taunting her. Aiden chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at their antics.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm the dad-friend," Aiden said. "Ya know, it's like the mom-friend but I make dad jokes and I'm cooler."

"No way," I said. "I would be a way better dad-friend than you."

"I thought you would be the mom-friend."

I pouted. "I am not mature nor am I responsible." I huffed, "I thought you knew me, Niccolò Aiden..." I stopped myself.

Aiden was an orphan. He never knew his parents, nor did he knew what had happened to them. He was adopted by the Enjeru's just days after he was placed in the orphanage. But on his birthday a few days ago, they died in a car crash. Aiden wanted to keep their last name to remember them always, since they took care of him ever since he was seven years old. But, I couldn't say his last name without getting him emotional.

"What's...your last name?" I asked.

"Enjeru," Aiden deadpanned.

"No...I mean your real one. Your...real parents must have left a note when they left you at the orphanage."

Aiden dropped his popsicle, staring down at his lap. Ally and Alice froze, turning to glare at me. I gulped, almost afraid I struck a nerve with him. But, instead he stood up and started climbing the tree. I slowly blinked, not believing what I was seeing.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DOING WHAT I THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I yelled, angrily.

"Yes," Aiden called. "Now, let me be the moody, emo kid."

"For the love of...AIDEN!"

I muttered colorful curses under my breath as I started climbing the tree, giving Aiden my deluxe death glare. He stuck out his tongue at me, flipping me off. By the time I reached him, I was now cursing like the wind. He watched me, unamused, as I cursed and barked at him. What I was going to say next was really going to screw me up.

"AND I KNOW YOU GET EMOTIONAL WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT YOUR PARENTS, BUT HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HOW I FEEL WHEN I TALK ABOUT MY PARENTS?"

"Why? Since I should feel so glad for you because you have wonderful parents and—"

"People constantly tell me I must be a basterd child," I spat. "I look nothing like my parents, more specifically my dad. At least you knew for sure that your parents were your parents!" I looked away, furiously wiping my eyes. "I think those bullies were right. Maybe I am a basterd child, Aiden. Maybe I am a Jinx and a Creepy Skeleton Girl."

"No you're not!" Aiden cried. "You're amazing, funny, confident, and so sure of yourself."

"It's a fucking mask, Aiden!" I barked. "Underneath, I'm really messed up, piece of shit."

"Well so am I!" he barked back.

"Good for you!" I snapped, sarcastically.

"Thank you!" he hissed.

We were both in each other's faces, so close that our noses brushed against each other. Our voices fell, and we both shut our mouths. I felt heat rushing up to my cheeks, and I bit my lip. Aiden stared down at my lips, his cheeks turning red like a cherry. Everything was silent. All I could hear was hear was our breathing and the breeze whistling in my ear. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips. Aiden made a distressed noise, his eyes going wide. I inwardly smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Under us, Alice let out a delighted squeal while Ally started babbling excitedly in Greek. But, I barely noticed them. My stomach was filled with butterflies and my whole body went numb. I could feel my heart was racing, beating against my rib cage as if it wanted to burst out and run away. And yet, I was calm and kept kissing Aiden. He had eased up and started kissing me back. I wanted to stay like this. I wanted to stay up in this tree and never leave Aiden's arms. This was heaven, or something even better.

When we pulled away, I rested my forehead on his. I stared deeply into Aiden's big, warm, dark brown eyes. The silver ring around his pupils were always my favorite thing about his eyes, which were his best features. Aiden reached up and gently grasped my chin, smiling shyly.

"Guerriero," he whispered. "My mom left me a letter, saying her name was Alessandra Guerriero. My name was, orignally, Niccolò Aldo Guerriero."

"Aldo?" I asked, snickering a little.

"Why do you think she said in the letter that she let me change my name?" Aiden huffed. "Now, Niccolò Aiden Guerriero rolls off the tongue better."

"Actually, Niccolò Aldo Guerriero has a nice ring to it," I said.

He pouted, tilting his head. "And I thought you were on my side..."

I grinned. "I am, but I think you should keep the name your mom gave you. Don't get me wrong—the Enjeru's are amazing people—but don't you want to honor your mom? Who knows, maybe you'll see her or your dad again someday. Aiden could be your added middle name or second name or something."

Aiden tapped his chin. "Hm...Niccolò-Aldo Adien Guerriero-Enjeru. I like the way you think, Avril-Drew Claire Burgundy-Hood! Oh hey, twins! Since...ya know, I have two names and two last names and you have two names and two last names."

"Ugh...why do I like you again?"

"Cuz I'm awesome and Italian and a weaboo?"

"..."

"And that I think you're an amazing person and you like me for me."

"That's the right answer, Guerriero-Enjeru. Love you."

"I love you too, Burgundy-Hood."

/break\

"Hey Avril, are you okay?"

I blinked, finding myself sitting near the hearth in the commons area. Jake stood in front of me, concern lacing in his expression. Shaking my head, I stood up and dusted off my pants.

"Yeah...I just got lost in my thoughts," I muttered.

"You wanna talk about it?" Jake asked.

"Will I be bothering you?" I asked back.

"No," he laughed. "Not at all. I always listened to Natalia and Carrie's problems when we were on the run together."

I stared at him, giving him a confused expression. Jake looked at me, then laughed.

"Oh right," Jake said. "Me, Natalia, and Carrie came to camp together seven years ago. Carrie and Natalia were eight, and I was ten. Carrie and Natalia escaped from their homes in Italy and France and was taken to camp here with me. I...got to know them during our trip here."

"Who got helped you get here?" I asked, now curious.

"Lady Hood," Jake said. "She's head of the Hunter's Pack, and is your ancestor."

"What?"

"Lady Hood's full name is Reyna Ramona 'Red' Hood. She was a past Chosen One for one of the Great Prophecies, the Great Prophecy of Compulsion. She was given immortality and formed a pack of hunters that roamed the Nine Realms and helped out in anyway they could."

"Kinda like the Hunters of Artemis," I mumbled.

"Exactly," Jake grinned. "Anyway, Lady Hood picked me up from my home in England. My mom was sending me off to Camp Walker. My mom and dad are divorced, but still in good terms. He looks after me during the summer, since he lives here in Oregon. We got sidetracked, and found Carrie and Natalia fighting off ladri anima, or soul thieves. And if you think Carrie is as scary as hell now, you should've seen her being badass at age eight!"

I laughed, already picturing a little Carrie waving her staff around and fighting off monsters. To be honest, it was more adorable than scary. And maybe picturing a little Natalia helping little Carrie made the image even more adorable.

"Anyway," Jake continued. "I managed to lure away the ladri anima and make them jump off a cliff into the ocean. Carrie and Natalia hung around me, and we became friends. And—don't tell Carrie I told you this—I think Carrie developed a crush on me. And...maybe I like her back..."

"Isn't Carrie, like, fourteen?" I asked.

"No," Jake said. "She turned fifteen during the spring equinox, which was the twentith of March. I'm seventeen, my birthday was last month, May. It's a two year difference, Avril."

"Oh, I thought you guys' age gap would be bigger. I thought you were like seventeen-turning-eighteen years old."

"I'm hurt that you think I'm an old man."

I snorted, and lightly pushed him. "Shut up."

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well you still havent' answered my question." His face turned sober, and he place a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I was just thinking about my," I shrugged. "Nothing too depressing, I assure you."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

Jake nodded. "Good. Hey, I gotta meet up with Natalia. She's still freaking out about her father and whatever. Oh, and your friends are waiting at your cabin."

"Thanks Jake!"

I flashed a smile and ran over to my cabin, where I could see Ally and Alice lingering around. Ally was admiring the cabin's design, babbling about how she would have added a few other details to improve it. Alice listened to her, smiling and giggling about how adorable she sounded when she talked about architecture. When Ally heard her say it aloud, her cheeks turned pink and she awkwardly played with the Yankees cap in her hands. Alice blinked, and started coming up with an excuse for her thinking. I smiled, shaking my head fondly.

Alice developed a crush on Ally during freshmen year. I realized it during the Halloween dance when we all went as a group. Ally had dressed up as Athena, I dressed up as Persephone, Aiden dressed up as Hades, and Alice dressed up as Demeter. Aiden pointed out how jealous Alice looked when guys were complimenting Ally on her amazing Athena costume. Ally was blushing and thanking them, while also flirting with them. Alice was fuming, ranting to me and Aiden about how the guys were only complimenting her because they wanted to get in Ally's pants. I was confused at first, but once I saw Aiden chuckling I knew. Alice had a crush on Ally.

I never told Alice I knew, but I had a feeling she figured it out. Ally was oblivious to the fact that Alice liked her. I wanted to tell her, but I knew it was Alice's job to do that. It was her crush, not mine. Alice was sure about her sexual orientation, but not Ally. If Alice told her right off the bat, Ally would be totally confused and it would ruin their friendship.

As I walked over to them, Ally had gone back to babbling while Alice was cursing under her breath.

"Hey guys," I said.

"Thank the gods," Ally exclaimed. "We were worried about you!"

"What's the bloody prophecy about?" Alice asked.

"A quest," I said. "I'm not sure about what the quest is about though."

"Maybe I can help."

Natalia and Carrie came over, with Randy and Nomi following beind. Natalia's eyes were red and puffy, probably from crying. Carrie had a frown on her face, and her purple eyes were still glowing brightly. Randy and Nomi seemed to be happy, and I could see them holding hands. Could they have possibly gotten together while the whole camp was freaking out? Probably...but I wasn't sure.

"Why are you so curious?" I asked. "I mean, it's not like you're a canidate for being the Chosen One."

"It's always the special ones that are the Chosen Ones," Natalia snapped. "The last Chosen One was a son of Cosmos. There was one Chosen One that was a daughter of Ananke. Another was part of one of the clans of the Thirteen Clans. Carrie and I are the ones that could most likely be the Chosen Ones, since we are daughters of two powerful gods."

"So...you think I can't be a canidate?" I frowned.

"No," Carrie said. "You still could be the Chosen One, since you are part of the Hood clan."

I groaned, plopping down on the porch. I hid my face in my hands, muttering under my breath. I could feel the worried gazes from all of them, but I ignored them.

In all honesty, I didn't want to be part of some dumb prophecy. I'm already fucked up as it is. Being part of a prophecy will only fuck my life up even more. It's bad enough I left home without even telling my parents or leaving a note. What if I get killed because of this prophecy? How will my parents react? Will they blame themselves? What if they think it's all their fault and they should've told me sooner about being a Dimension Walker? I couldn't let them think that way. My parents meant the world to me! They didn't deserve to feel that way. Mom and Dad did so much to help raise me and my little brother.

'But then again, if I die then I could be with...'

I stopped myself before I could even finish the thought. I couldn't think that way. Sure, maybe I was depressed. Maybe I let the bullies get into my head after his death. Maybe I started to question if my parents were really my parents. Maybe I'm starting to question what's a lie and what's the truth now that I learned I'm a Dimension Walker. But, I couldn't let myself think that. I still had a lot of things waiting for me. I couldn't dwell on the doubts now, even if I felt like my life was turning upside down.

Letting out a quick breath, I stood up and crossed my arms over my shoulders. My eyes harden, and a faint frown graced my lips. I couldn't let my friends see me feeling crappy, especially Ally and Alice. I know they were my best friends in the whole world, but there were some things I just couldn't talk to them about.

"Okay, this first part is giving me bad vibes," I said, brushing my bangs away from my eyes. "I really don't like the sound of it."

"Well then," Randy said. "Tell us! I'm pretty good at solving riddles."

"And yet you have no idea what Pi is," Ally scoffed.

"I'm more creative than intellectual," Randy shot back. "I have ADHD, ya know."

"You do?" Alice asked. "Blimey, somebody's headcanon in the fandom has come true."

"Anyway," I snapped. "The first line is, 'The dead path to the Shadows'."

Randy gulped. "Well isn't that a bloody pleasent opening." He tapped his chin. "The 'dead path' could mean a graveyard or a dead forest. Graveyards have paths and that's were dead people are. The Shadows..." His blue eyes widen, his body shaking slightly. "Could...could that mean the Land of Shadows?"

"Possibly," Carrie muttered.

"After that, the next line is, 'Down in the Hallows'."

"There's a place in the Land of Shadows," Nomi said. "Called the Misery Hallows, where the Pearls of Chaos and the Mists of Misery were created."

"Really?" Randy asked. "Oh shit...Juilian! I hope he's alright..."

I gave him a sympathetic look. "Maybe," I said. "The next lines are 'Is where the Pearl of Chaos' and 'Hidden from curious eyes'."

"I told you," Nomi said. "Continue."

Rolling my eyes, I went on. "Anyways...the next ones are 'Be wary of the Coffin of Glass' and 'For the Dark One will be calling'."

A shadow crossed Carrie's face, and Natalia's face paled. Nomi narrowed his eyes, a scowl gracing his lips. Randy looked at the red-head, and asked him if he was okay. I looked over at Ally and Alice, who shrugged and shook their heads.

"Okay...the last two lines are 'A dead heart joins the dark' and 'The Black Army's Grave is where thy journey shall embark'."

"I KNEW IT!" Carrie and Natalia shouted out loud. "I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

The rest of us stared at them, watching as they started marching off towards the Main House while shouting in French and Italian. I looked over at Randy and Nomi, who were quietly whispering to each other. I was about to say something when Ally beat me right to it.

"So are you guys dating now?" Ally asked. "Did you guys did the do?"

"WHAT?!" Randy and Nomi exclaimed in unison.

"Yeah," Alice said. "Does this mean Randicon is canon?"

"EXCUSE ME?" Randy yelled.

While they started yelling and babbling, I slowly sneaked off and followed after Carrie and Natalia. As I headed to the Main House, only one thought occupied my mine.

My life was about to go downhill once I caught up to those two.

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oooooooOOOOOOHHHH. I GOT THIRTEEN REVIEWS! MAH LUCKY NUMBER, YO. Since I got 13 reviews, I thought it would be nice to reply to some!

I am a Ridda:

(from ch. 1) So far, this is amazing. I love your writing style, and the story seems to be getting interesting. I will definitely read on :) P.S. I'm new to the fandom, and also have my own RC story, and yet I totally want something like this to happen to me xD

(from ch. 5) OK...are you a fujoshi, a Percy Jackson fan, and an Alice in Wonderland fan? Because I'm starting to love you XD

Thank you! ^.^

I do not know what a "fujoshi" is, so no. But! I am a Percy Jackson fan. The series has ruined my life xD. My fave characters are Nico di Angelo and Hazel (how do you spell her last name?). And I adore Alice in Wonderland. It was one of my fave bedtime stories from when I was younger.

Buckle up, because this story is about to get wild!

Carabootoo:

(from ch. 1) So this is the new story eh? Well It seems very good!

(from ch. 2) Very good! I may not remember very much from the beginning of your story but I do know that this was written a lot better than the first time! You improved!

(from ch. 3) XDDDDDD

(from ch. 4) FOX TROT OMG YOU USED IT OMG IM CRYING JEEEEEEZ OMG I WASNT EXPECTING THAT (I have a story behind Fox Trot but that for later) FUUUUUUUIUIIII

(from ch. 5) Very good I'm kind of surprised that Avril is able to fight so well after knowing self defense for less than a year

One: I LOVE YOU TO PIECES, CARA. YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND YOU REALLY HELPED ME OUT WITH THIS SERIES!

Two: To be fair, this is Avril we are talking about. Avril will not hesitate to use her moves on bullies who piss her off. She will not hesitate to hand your sorry ass to you. Plus, she practices a lot. Since you-know-who is gone...

Three: NEVER STOP BEING YOUR AMAZING SELF. YOU ARE SO BRILLIANT AND I AM A POTATO. THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU!~

And I would like to thank Nomi Norisu and Ninjablue245 for reviewing as well!

I hope you like this chapter and there weren't any mistakes and/or errors! See you next time!

~Ari