June 26th, 2003

Today was hectic. It's impossible for me to improve this spell with the Spindle Fiber chasing me. It wants this book…it must have followed me through my nightmares. How foolish I was for not closing the portal in time. Without weapons, powers, or any kind of offensive or defensive tactics, I can only flee and hope for the best.

Sadly, due to my many failed attempts at improving the spell, I've gone broke, and so has my family. Deep regret fills me as I realize how much blood, sweat, and tears I've poured into this stupid spell. It works, but I don't want anyone else to feel all the pain I did. I would feel guilt, too much of it. I may have to give up on it-

"Wait, Madison." Agodea interrupted. "The spell. It sounds awfully dangerous…maybe we shouldn't learn about it. Besides, the author did hide it away for a reason."

Madison stared at him, shaking her head.

"Ever since I grabbed this book, I've been dying to figure out what that spell is!"

He answered with a look of distrust.

"I just want to know what the book's about, okay? After that, I'll throw it away just like Dad wanted me to."

Agodea slowly nodded. "Okay, but if you don't…I'll tell Sir Deathwing and Mid Knight. That book just seems very dangerous to me, and it's best to avoid getting in trouble with it."

He slowly climbed back into his bed, overwhelmed by exhaustion. Madison was as well, but her mind refused to stop thinking about the many different scenarios of the book. She continued reading, and reading, and reading.

August 9th, 2009

Finally…after countless years of running and fixing…the spell is complete once again! I just need to test it. All I need to do is chant this spell: La créature qui vous hante ne est qu'un mauvais rêve . Réveillez au sein de votre cauchemar, et se réveiller renaître.

If I've done this right, I won't feel any pain this time. I'll be able to rid myself of another dreadful memory of my past. I shall take this book with me. If the Spindle is near, it will definitely take it while I dream. Now, it's t-

"Madison? Have you been up all night?" Mid Knight asked, peaking through the door.

Rubbing her eyes, she glanced at the window, seeing the sun out and about.

No way…it's already morning?

"Madison?" She asked again, slightly concerned.

"I'm fine, Mom! I had a hard time sleeping last night."

"You are not lying, are you?"

"Mom, trust me! I'm just tired." She made a fake yawn. "I'm going to give sleeping another shot."

Without waiting for a response, Madison ducked under the covers, pretending to sleep. Mid Knight watched through narrowed eyes, but eventually gave up trying to receive answers and walked away, leaving the door cracked.

Madison glanced back at the book, re-reading the spell. Part of her wanted to chant it, but the majority of her was slightly nervous at what would happen. The author wouldn't stop talking about the great ordeal of pain she received from the spell. Though it was improved, she felt she needed to read more to be safe. She folded the page before continuing on, squinting her eyes as it was hard to read in darkness.

October 13th, 2012

I…I give up. This spell, the spell I had put so much hope, effort, and faith into…it...i-it just will never work. I've tried everything I can to get rid of the pain that comes along with it. Why does it fail? Is there something I'm missing? What is it? I just want to make them feel better. The sooner she forgets the memories of her past, the sooner everyone will be happy! But this can't happen if she could die in the process!

Perhaps…there's another way to save my family. I-I'm sorry, Tristesse. I've tried everything I can to save you from your pain. But alas, if I spend any more money…no. As much as it pains me to do so, I must give up. Too many years have been wasted. And for this book…it also proves useless to me. All it will do is remind me of my failure.

Why am I still writing in it now? M-Maybe…there's still-no. I'm letting this book go! Forever!

No more entries were written. Madison, sleep not even tugging at her sleeve anymore, stared at the last page, mixed emotions welling up in her chest. So many questions she had, but they could not be found. The last of the book's pages were blank. Just as the author had said so, no more writing.

"Psst! Hey kid!"

Madison quickly peeked through the covers, not recognizing the voice. She rolled her eyes, ears flattened against her head.

"Agodea, don't mess around with me."

She was only answered with soft snoring. Then, a tapping noise could be heard on glass. She turned to face the window, revealing the source of the tapping. A white nub, faintly green at the tip, knocked on it again. With hesitation, Madison tiptoed towards the window, grabbing her staff, Kaspius just in case.

Pushing it open, she peered down below at the white nub's source. It was a she-puffball. She had neon green hair with blue at the tips. She wore blue frames over her eyes, adjusting them as she made eye contact with the latter.

"O-Oh! Good…! You noticed me!" She chirped, quickly jumping to her feet.

Madison tilted her head asking, "Who are you?"

She smiled before answering. "My name is Serena. Really, i-it's Serenaty, but just call me… Serena. It sounds better that way…!"

"OK…now what are you doing here?" Madison asked, her grip on Kaspius still firm.

"I'm here because you…y-you have something that doesn't belong to you. It's my Mistress' book! She's been losing it to the Spindle Fiber…but luckily, you have it instead of that beast!"

"Spindle Fiber?" The blue puffball asked. "You mean the same beast in the book?"

"My, my!" She chuckled, "You're just full-wait. Y-You know about the Spindle Fiber…?! Then that means…"

She shook her head, leaping past Madison through the window.

"N-No…you read it! You read it! Do you know what this means…?" She asked, the tone in her voice from friendly to terrified.

"…W-Well…I know adults can't read it. But I was just curious! I-I just wanted to k-"

"No, no, no!" Serenaty interrupted. "Not that! Do you realize the danger you've put yourself in? That book is incredibly dangerous! Not only is the Spindle Fiber looking for it, but the spell can't put you through many terrible things…"

Madison laid her ears flat against her head. She suddenly felt concerned, but if this girl knew all this, perhaps she could receive more answers?

"Serena, tell me, why is the…Spindle Fiber after this book? Why did the author create the spell in the first place?"

Serena instantly shook her head, her green eyes glistening with worry.

"I'm can't tell you. That would be disobeying orders…" She started. "Please…Madison is it? Please return the book to us. It's very important."

"Madison, who are you talking to?" A voice asked.

She flinched, turning to see Agodea up above, watching the two closely.

How long had he been listening?

"W-Well? Who is that stranger? Why are they in our house? You know how defensive and angry Sir Deathwing will be when he sees her?"

"Sir Deathwing already knows." Another voice answered. The three turned to face the maroon puffball in the doorway, Mid Knight right behind him.

"We heard an unusual voice in the living room." Mid Knight said. "I figured you were not really asleep. Did you not notice I left the door cracked on purpose? Lying…it is a very bad thing to do, Madison."

Serena stared at the three who were strangers to her. She blushed, twirling her long blondish, neon green hair.

"U-Um…if I may interrupt?" She began, sweat covering her entire forehead.

Deathy and Mid Knight glanced at each other before nodding their approval.

"It's not Madison's fault why I'm here. That book she's been reading, it belongs to my Mistress, Lady Pique. Pique has been trying to get rid of the book, but instead of that, it must have gotten transported here."

"Well, the book would have been in the garbage dump by now if someone hadn't taken it out of the trash again." Sir Deathwing replied, shooting an angry glance at the smaller blue puffball.

"I was just curious…" She said, glancing at her father angrily as well.

Mid Knight grabbed the book from underneath the covers, giving it to Serena.

"Here. It has piqued someone's interest a bit too much. We are sorry for causing all this trouble."

Serena shook her head, her soft smile returning.

"No, no! It's fine! Thank you for not throwing it away. If it weren't for little old Madison here, I wouldn't have gotten this book back!" She bowed before making her exit. "Sorry for the inconvenience! I'll be out of your hair now!"

Without another word, she was gone, and so was the book. Madison watched as Serena's figure moved farther and farther away. Her parents were telling her something important; a lesson of sorts, but she didn't listen.

Instead, she watched Serena. Her pace changed. It went from slow to faster and faster. Was she running? Was she stumbling? But why?

…Serenaty? That is strange. I thought it would be 'Serenity'…