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The Letter

Phoenix, Arizona, 16 years later

Bella's POV

I gazed at the clock to my right, willing time to go faster. Unmoving, the bright red lights reading 11:59 stared back at me. I sat up in my bed, throwing my covers off of me in impatience. I turned sideways in my bed making a slight creaking sound as I moved. I crossed my legs and put my head in my hands. Couldn't time go any faster? Still the small black clock sat upon the mahogany nightstand reading 11:59.

I don't know if you have ever tried, but it is extremely irritating to watch a clock for hours. Each minute seems a lifetime, and each hour is like an eternity. I was tapping my fingers now, anticipating the clock to read 12:00, signaling the official start of my birthday.

I would be sixteen in less than a minute, and I was so excited! I could get my drivers licence and Renee wouldn't have to drive me anywhere, I would have a party with my friends, but best of all, I would simply be sixteen! It was like a right of passage for me, I couldn't be considered a little girl anymore.

I heard the "beep" of the clock as it flashed to 12:00! I was finally sixteen! I am sure I had a silly grin stuck to my face because I was so happy. After a moment, I settled down, I did have school tomorrow, or well today, after all. I sighed. The feeling reminded me of Christmas.

Every kid wakes up early, so excited for Santa. They rush downstairs, open their presents, and then...its over. The end. I mean, its great playing with all the toys all day, but it kind of hits you suddenly that Christmas morning is over, until next year at least.

I curled back up under my covers, and rested my head onto the pillow. I should try to get some sleep. I turned to face the clock again and smiled to myself. Sixteen. Finally. The clock flashed to 12:01 and I felt something fall onto my bed.

I jumped slightly, yanked the covers up, and pulled my legs up from the foot board. I must have looked like a child who thought the boogie man was at the end of their bed. However, something was there that should not have been.

I quickly reached over to my bedside, and turned on a lamp. After assuring myself no one was in the room, I crept forward toward the end of my bed. There, I spotted a small silver case. It was in the shape of a cylinder, with a lid on top.

I hesitantly reached forward and grabbed the case. It was warm, as though it had been in the sun for hours. I screwed the lid off slowly, and turned the case upside down. Out fell what looked to be a scroll. I am not talking about the fake ones used for school plays. No, this one had an ancient look about it. Though it was in perfect condition, you could see that it was quite old. The paper, if you could even call it that, was wrinkly, like it had been years since it had been exposed to fresh air, and it was a yellow-looking color which could only be achieved through time. One thing scared me the most about it.. I was certain I had never seen this before.

With shaking hands, I unravelled the scroll, being extra careful with it, for I knew it was delicate. At the first word, I could have fainted I was so shocked: Isabella.

It was written in the prettiest calligraphy I had even seen. I decided to continue reading:

Isabella,

I am sure the first thing you are wondering is who is writing to you, and rightly so. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Lyla. As you are now sixteen, it is time you learn the truth. Many things have been kept secret from you, Isabella, but now the time has come for them to be reviled. When I am finished you will probably be shocked, and possibly angry or unbelieving, but I promise you, everything I tell you is the truth.

I will start by simply saying who I am. I have told you my name is Lyla, my full name is Lyla Anne Mandenell Vangonent. I am what is called the protector. I am responsible for keeping the magical world balanced, protecting it from exposure, and protecting the mortals from the mythical world. The protector is the one charged with these responsibilities. I write this letter to you, for I know the time of my departure from this world has come. I have bequeathed my title to you, Isabella. You are now the protector of the magical world.

I have left the faeries, witches, vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters, and elves to govern themselves. All is at peace. I know not when you will be born, Isabella, however I do know your birth signifies a war is at hand.

Over the coming weeks, you will start to gain many abilities. Practice them, train them, they are not something to fear. Some of them are traits belonging to a certain mythological species, others, however, will be entirely your own. These will help you govern the magical world, and protect you from harm. Use them wisely, for they were entrusted to you to help others with. Many may be after your power, but do not be swayed by evil. You will be entrusted with a book to help you on your next birthday, it cannot be given to you now, for reasons which will be explained at a later time.

I leave you with these parting words: Be strong, be just, be wise, but above all else, remain good, for that is what will separate you from the evil of the world. Stand for what is right, be courageous, and never back down. I know as well as anyone that the road may be hard, but remember, you are never alone.

Take care Isabella,

Lyla

I read through the note several times. There was simply no way this was possible! Me, protector of some mythical universe!!

I knew it was true though. The scroll had appeared out of nowhere, and some part of me knew this Lyla person was speaking the truth. It was like an innate sense that told me to listen to her.

I took the scroll, rolled it back up, and safely resealed it inside of the silver case. If what Lyla said was true, I was sure I would need it in the future. I took the scroll and placed it under my bed, my parents must never know about the note. I knew that much.

With a deep breath, I thought about everything I had just learned. It was a lot to adjust to in such a short period of time. I knew I could not think about everything to much, or I would panic. I was glad there would be some kind of book to help me learn everything. At this point, I was just scared about this war that would be coming. I bit my lip. This was simply to much to handle for one night. I was scared. Scared of the unknown and scared of my future.

With shaking hands, I turned my lamp off, and put my head back down on the pillow. My life would have to continue like nothing was wrong. Although these powers, I bit my lip again, would certainly make that difficult. I rolled over and as eyelids closed of their own accord. It was certainly a birthday I would never forget.