Fray of the Fallen
It had been a year since Penelope had last heard of the sorceress, and she was beginning to wonder if it was all just a dream. Meanwhile, eleventh-grade Penelope had school related problems. You see, there was this one guy who had just come to the high school, and he was really nice, and he actually knew Penelope existed, and he was friends with Patrick, Penelope's brother. His name was Wyllie. Penelope had a secret crush on him!
Wyllie looked up the row of desks to the girl called Penelope. "She's really pretty," he thought to himself. He mustered up all his strength and went up to her and said, "So, Penelope..."
Penelope whirled around and looked up to see the handsome Wyllie starting to talk to her. She was determined to remain cool. "Oh, hey, Wyllie! What's up?" Wyllie was one of the not-so-scary-but-gothic-ish kids. He wore black a lot, had a car, but didn't do anything against the rules or bad. He was quiet and stayed 'behind the scenes' if he could. Penelope thought he was awesome.
"I've been meaning to ask. Do you want to- like -do something tomorrow night?" Wyllie asked shyly.
Penelope felt like some one had just told her that she had won a billion dollars, but she just cleared her throat and said coolly, "Sure, Wyllie"
Wyllie said, "Um, great! I'll pick you up at 7:00p.m. You live with Patrick, right?" When Penelope nodded, he smiled and said, "See you later, then!"
As soon as Penelope had gotten home, she found the perfect outfit, a strapless deep-blue velvet shirt with a jeans skirt that totally said, 'I'm fun, cute, and LOVE to party!' She got ready and surprised her parents with the news of this first date. They had already met Wyllie through Patrick, so they weren't mad that Penelope had said yes without their okay. Suddenly, it was seven and he was here.
Wyllie was wearing the shade of blue that Penelope was wearing as a jacket over a black shirt and jeans. The two matched perfectly! They went to Wyllie's pa's restaurant, but Penelope got a little nervous when she heard its name. It was called the Sorceress. When they went in, Penelope picked up an evil vibe and started backing out, but had to stop when she felt a familiar wave of nausea. She blacked out and crumpled to the floor. The last thing she remembered was Wyllie's concerned face and thinking, "Well at least it's not his fault."
While she was out, a familiar scene popped into her head. It was the skirmish of the souls! "Does Wyllie have something to do with this? Is this all just a dream? Is it all real? I don't get it! What's going on?" she thought in frenzy. As if on cue, that whispery voice she had only heard once before started speaking.
"You will fall in love the enemy
You are destined to break his heart
Wyllie is what they call him
A world in chaos is just the start"
Because he is the great grandson of the farmer, and you must fight to the death!
Penelope woke with a start. She was surprised to find herself in her own bed. She went downstairs and asked her mom groggily, "What happened? How did I ge-" Suddenly she noticed Wyllie sitting at the kitchen table and looking at her all worried-like. Wide-eyed she asked, "Why… how'd …wait, what…uh…" Finally she gave up. She sat down across from Wyllie and said, "Oh, whatever."
Her mom replied, "This young man here carried you back to his car drove you home safely, brought you in, and wanted to stay to make sure you were okay." She shot Wyllie a thankful but semi-suspicious look. "What happened back there?" she added.
Penelope could that her mom was concerned and she didn't want to lie, but she couldn't tell her mom about the dreams. So she said simply, "I don't know mom, I really don't know." That wasn't exactly a lie, either. Then she remembered the weird voice's words and stood up suddenly, her frightened eyes on Wyllie. He saw her look and frowned. "What?" he asked. Penelope ran to the bathroom and started sobbing. She tried not to like him, not to think about him ever again, to reverse her feelings for him, but she couldn't. It was too late. The first line of the prophecy had come true, and Penelope knew she couldn't stop the rest, however hard she tried.
Fray of the Fallen
End of Book 2