Alright. I've been busy with my other stories. So, for your viewing pleasure... I'm pretty sure reading a book counts as viewing... I'm going off on a tangent! Anyway, I've decided to start the first true chapter of this story. I had the idea when I was in the fifth grade, and the story ISN'T GOING TO CHANGE ALL THAT MUCH! That's how good of a writer I was. Anyway, let's move on. Roll film! ~Lichylichy

"She's mine now." The girl smirked, darkness coming from her eyes. The boy had a gun to her head, his finger shaking over the trigger. "Do it. Pull the trigger." She smirked. "Is that really the best you got? Pathetic!" The boy is slapped twice across the left cheek, in rapid succession. The boy falls to the ground. She kicks him in the stomach, causing him to cough up blood. "Pathetic human. You should never have done it. She's been screaming it at you this whole time." The boy tries to get up, but the girl pushes his head back down with a foot. The boy flops down painfully.

"Give her back." The by coughed blood.

"And what if I don't? What are you going to do then?"

"Then I'll guess I do this." The boy smirked, pulling the old book from his cloak. The girl's eyes widen, more darkness pouring out, floating beside her head.

"NNNOOOOO!" The girl screams.

"I wish that I never stole the Chrysallis." The boy smirked.

"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"The girl screeched as everything was filled with light.

(Protoganist POV)

I sit up, breathing heavily, a cold sweat plastered on my body. I glance at the clock, and groan. Midnight. Again. For the last week. Why did the nightmares keep coming back? I stand up and slip out of my red bunk bed, landing on my hands and throwing myself back up so that I was crouching on the ceiling. I walk slowly to the small mirror taped up there, and I look in. There was a nub on my forehead, slowly receding back into my head. It was an ivory color, almost like bone. I swished the slowly-receding tail twice, before it pulled back into my spine. The right side of my face had turned back to normal.

"Why? Did my wish not count?" I ask myself, as my feet lost any adhesion to the ceiling and landed on the pile of pillows that I had set up yesterday night. I stared at the ceiling. That damn book. Why? I wished that I never stole it. What does it all mean? If I never stole it then I should have never remembered and... tears streaked my face. And maybe Evangeline wouldn't have disappeared. I fade back into unconcious.

I wake up to something wet, yet rough in my face. I bolt up, sending Arria away.

"Arria!" There was a puff of smoke, and where an unnatural green cat once stood, there was a girl with green hair that brushed the floor, and matching green cat-like ears poking through the top. A green tail curled behind her, coming from the white dress. She adjusted her glasses, and smiled teasingly.

"I'm a naughty kitty." She purred.

"Uggh. Why can't you wake me up like a normal person?"

"Cause I'm not a normal person." She said, putting on her best 'innocent' face. "Oh, and your mom wants you down for breakfast." I open the door, and jump from the railing, swan diving onto the couch below. Arria happily walked down on all fours.

"Arria!" I yell-whisper. I glance out of the corner of my eye, where mom was closing the fridge.

"Oh!" With a slight pop, Arria was a cat once more. "Nya! That better?" She asked, curling up on my lap.

"No. It's not better until you can figure out how to change that hair color of yours."

"I ain't changing it. It's my natural color. Besides, your a fine one to talk. Mr. Pink-hair." My face turns a deep red, to match the false color of my hair.

"Elm! Stop talking to your cat!" My mom yelled, brushing the pink hair from her eyes. She was still pretty young, about twenty-eight. She and dad... well, dad wasn't around anymore. "Come have some eggs!"

"I'll get breakfast at school." I reply. I pull the bow onto Arria's sleak body.

"Arigatou gozaimasu!" Arria purred.

"Your welcome." I reply, picking her up.

"Ooooh! are we going to take the fun way?" She purred happily.

"You know it." I walk out the door, locking it behind me. Checking to make sure noone was looking, I took a run at the wall of the nearby house, took a leap, and pushed off. I hit the next wall hands first, thrusting off to the next wall, and with one more kick I was on my house's roof.

"I can never get tired of that." She purred.

"You know, for a second there, you almost sounded decent." I got a claw to the face for that. I jump to the next roof, in the direction of the school.

"G-G-Get away." I stop where I was. That sounded like trouble. I stop my jumping to see what the problem was. I glance down. There were three people, who appeared to be thugs of some kind, though they were too young. Maybe a bunch of bullies? One of them had a thick green scarf wrapped around his neck and a cocky smirk on his face. There was a short person with a grin plastered to his face, a blue cap pulled over his head. Then there was a rather nasty peice of work, most likely the leader of the group, in a purple sweater. His hair was a rather dirty, messy clump of what I assume was once a piss-yellow color.

"Hey Mewt. Is that a teddy bear?" The leader asked, snatching the stuffed bear out of the small boy's grasp.

"G-Give him back!" There was a loud tearing sound as the bear was torn in half.

"Oops." He smirked.

"Arria." I say.

"Ready." She responds, hopping down onto the roof. She jumped down into the alleyway, a flash of smoke and Arria landed with a clang on the dumpster, causing the bullies and Mewt to jump. "Nya! Let's see what'cha made of!" She hissed, nails extending into claws. The boys charged, not knowing the world of pain that were about to enter. The one with the blue cap got a quick boot to the face, and was then grabbed by the scruff of the neck, and was sent into the other short one. The two landed in a heap next to her boots. The leader held his fists up, ready to punch the person's lights out. Arria stepped into the light, giving a big puppy dog face. "Y-You wouldn't hit a girl would you?" The leader's fists didn't waver. "I didn't want to do this." She said, reaching down... and lifted up her skirt. The leader fainted, blood spewing from his nose. I sighed loudly, scaling down the wall. I held out a hand and my pointed hat appeared in my hand. I put it on, and a blue cloak appeared around me. I landed square on the floor and glanced at the mess Arria had made.

"Did you really have to flash him?" I ask, my voice becoming deep and gravelly.

"He wouldn't put his hands down." Arria said, straightening the bow on her waist.

"And you didn't even leave one for me. How selfish." I glance around. The kid, Mewt, was in a corner, cowering. I pick up the mangled remains of the teddy bear and hold them up so he could see. "Hey. You wanna see a magic trick?" I don't wait for him to answer, as I shot a blast of blue sparks through the bear. It puffed up, until it was as large as it was before. The string flew together, stitching the parts together. The blood sank into the bear, and vanished. I hand Mewt the bear.

"H-How'd you-" He looked up, but we were already back on the roof. I take off my hat, and my cloak disappears. Arria changed back into a cat. I jump down from the building, cause we were really close to school. I take one step and I was falling backwards, towards the ground. I land hard, pain shooting up my arm. I pick myself off the ground, as does Arria. I could see a wide-eyed Mewt, looking around for something.

"Watch where your going!" I sneer. I had to keep a low profile. Bully was low profile.

"S-Sorry." He said, rushing off in the opposite direction.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" Arria asked.

"I don't know." I say, walking in the direction of school.

Well, the first real chapter a couple weeks early. That turned out better than I thought! I must admit, Arria wasn't in my original story, but she popped into my head and I couldn't help it. She made things real funny! AHAHAHAHA!