Well here you go the second chapter. I really do hope you enjoy!

-TiskTask

Allie stared out the window of the taxi watching the landscape blur and tried to keep her mind on the task ahead of her, but her mind kept wondering back to her dream. She had been having the dream for a while now but it always turned out the same, in failure. At first she had treated it as a game, a diversion from every day life, but then it had become something more. Why can't I get any where? She thought with a sigh. I've chosen every route I can think of but I don't seem to be getting anywhere. Maybe I should tell him I chose to fly over it.

"We're here, little lady." The taxi driver said interrupting her thoughts. "Your fee comes to..." He halted mid sentence as Allie handed him a twenty. "Keep the change." She said, as she got out of the car. "Oh, and by the way. I was never here. You never picked me up." The man would have laughed at the child and her silly games but something about the seriousness of her voice stopped him. As he looked into her eyes and saw the utter power lingering there he became thoughtful. "Okay little miss, what ever you say." He sighed. "Just don't get your self hurt all right?"

The little girl looked at him as if confused for a moment and then beamed at him. "Of course not." She said and then walked into the gloomy orphanage. The taxi man shook his head as he watched her go. He decided that just this once he would break the rules. His gut told him he'd rather not be involved.

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The receptionist lifted her head as Allie entered. "Hey Alexandra." She said in surprise. "What are you doing back here?" Allie winced at the use of her full name, but managed to smile. "Oh good you remember me. I thought I'd have to explain who I was." The receptionist laughed "after all the trouble you put us through running away how could I ever forget you?" Allie grinned at that. "Oh Sandy, you know it only counts as running away if you actually get away." Sandy laughed again then quickly frowned. "You didn't…"

"Oh no." Allie said quickly to soothe her. "Every time I tried something happened to prevent it." She sighed. "I've been there for three weeks and only managed to get out of the house once." Sandy smiled kindly. "Hey every body runs out of luck some times. So what can I do for you?" Allie took a deep breath, this was the moment she had prepared for. Now was the time to see if her bluffing skills were worth anything. "My foster father sent me. He said I could see my file and find out about my parents."

Sandy smiled and dug around in a desk drawer. "Here you go. I'm afraid you won't find much that you don't already know but it's worth a look." She said handing a stack of papers. "What you're looking for should be on the bottom of the stack. Go read it in the waiting room. No one will bother you there." Allie nodded and walked off. A feeling of exhilaration came when she realized her success, but it was quickly replaced with dread at what she would find.

She dug out the bottom sheet without even looking at the rest of it and began to read.

Alexandra Born August 30th 1996. Wow today's my birth day and I didn't even know it. Allie mused as she read. It continued to list her length, weight, Hair (blond), and eye color. (Blue or green could never tell because they changed with her mood.) Finally she found what she was looking for, the description of the day she was found. The hand that wrote it had been old, even back then, and the writing was a bit hard to make out but Allie managed.

August 30th 1996- There was a horrible storm and the wind shook the building but I was still able to hear the baby scream. I ran to the door only to find a new born baby and a note. The note said that her name was Alexandra and that she was to be taken care of. I wonder what the parents expected me to do at an orphanage. The note also said that he'd be back for her but I doubt it. They very rarely come back and never deserve the children back when they do. As soon as I picked up the baby she was quite and has been that way ever since, her eyes wide open, taking every thing in. I have a feeling destiny has a special role for her to play.

The note ended there and there was nothing left on the page. Allie sat back and willed herself not to cry. She was a big girl now. A whole ten years old. So that's it then. I'm a foundling with no background and just as little importance. She thought angrily. I don't know what I got my hopes up for. I always knew life wasn't a fairy tale in which I could find my family and have them take me back. It's nothing new. She bowed her head to hide the tears forming in her eyes. She looked accusingly at the stack of papers as if they were some how to blame. Something caught her eye. On the line titled adopters' printed name was Jereth. That's not right. She thought. Wasn't her foster father's name Tom?

"The note wasn't all I found with you." Said a withered voice from the doorway. It's that crazy old lady again. Allie thought. "I also found a book. The note said to give it to you when you got curious about your parents. She looked up at the old woman who had not changed in the ten years Allie had known her. In her hands was a little red book. In gold print the title, The Labyrinth, was written across the cover. "Isn't that the story you were always telling me?" She asked slowly. "Read it and find out." The old women said handing her the book. She hobbled out of the room presumably to go back to her rocking chair.

Allie stared at the book. It drew her and seemed to call to her, begging her to read it. She shrugged and opened it to the first page. As she began reading a voice seemed to speak to her, echoing her dream. Very good.

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