Hasn't been that long since my last update, what's the cause you ask? Well, I'm in a great mood due to a hilarious YouTuber my cousin recently showed me, his name is PewDiePie. I think he is great, don't know about you... Just agree with me on this one. If you've never seen him, I strongly suggest you look him up. Now to reviews!

Cutie Kyuubi,

It was just how I thought she would act. The chapter was meant to be through Kris' eyes, I was pretty sure I put it in the Author notes, but with my mind, you can never be sure. *insert smiley with tongue sticking out here*

Alex-Kurotani,
You're fine, dear! Everyone gets caught up in school sooner or later, I know how you feel, believe me. Thanks for the OC, I'll squeeze her in soon.

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day…" – Ryan Gosling, The Notebook

"Talking"

'Thinking'

POV: HOPE

Place: Park

Kris and I sat on the kitchen table, munching on the gummy worms and apples that Pops had bought us.

"So, miss 'Cinderella', any ideas of how to get your prince?" Kris asked me, popping another gummy worm into her mouth.

"I honestly have no idea. I wouldn't mind just waiting for him, he could not even like me, you know." I replied hastily.

"I highly doubt it, Cinderella. I'm nearly positive that he likes you back, and if he don't, he will fall for you soon enough." Kris insisted.

"Let's say he does somehow like me back, I'm a bit young for him, don't you think?" I asked Kris.

"You're turning 18 soon, Cinderella, remember?" She inquired.

"True. Are you going to stop calling me 'Cinderella'?" I said.

"Never!" She quickly replied.

Suddenly the kitchen started shaking; making the cabinets' contents to rattle viciously, our food to fall off the table, and the burners on the stove to become red hot.

"What's going on?" Kris shrieked to anyone who would listen.

"I don't know!" I hollered in reply.

The burners suddenly erupted into flames, creating a choking white gas. The gas quickly turned to glitter, forming the outline of a person. Slowly, the clatter of dishes hitting each other stopped and the glitter fell to the floor, revealing no other than Kenyangi.

"Well, hello again, Hope. Pleasure as always, I assume. N-" Kenyangi looked at Kris. "Do my eyes deceive me?"

"What do you mean, Yang?" I asked the immortal.

"I've seen you before, fox." Yang insisted, pointing a finger at Kris.

"Where exactly?" Kris asked.

"The realm of the dead. I'm certain I've seen your face. What, fox, is your name?" Yang pressed.

Kris looked at me for help. I just gave her a slight nod, trying to convince her that Yang could be trusted.

"My name is Kris Ackerman." Kris said hesitantly, looking at the food that was still lying on the floor.

"Ah, Kris, my eyes don't trick me after all. You were the one that fell victim, like so many others, to the cursed book. I remember being there when the old fool wrote that book; he didn't even know the true secrets of immortality, only knew how to prolong his life." Yang spat, flicking her white hair over her shoulder in a disgusted manner.

"Wait, Doctor Magi was wrong?" Kris asked astonished at the new piece of information we had grasped between our fingers.

"Very! The fool was actually an alchemist, always tried to blend a 'Fountain of Youth' as he called it. He did discover that though, just not true immortality." Yang explained further of the subject.

"That's all fine and dandy, but why are you here?" I asked out of pure curiosity.

"Well, to be true, I came to tell you about the other dimension. I also came to tell you a story, as well as a riddle." Yang stated.

"Tell me about the other dimension!" I screamed in excitement.

"Calm yourself, blessed one. The other dimension is fine, though many fear that your life is in great peril. Some are in celebration for your disappearance, but you expected that didn't you?" Yang questioned me.

Yang then walked over to the table and sat in one of the four chairs.

"Everyone has enemies, mine enemies are many though, I did expect them to rejoice about me disappearing." I stated.

"However, there are those who are searching for you; Ray, I believe that is her name, took a vacation in order to look for you, your sister has paired up with a well-known detective, and more. I grow weary of speaking of your dimension, now I will tell the two of you a tale. Ready?" Yang said.

"Ready." Kris and I said in unison.

"There was a 23 year old women, she possessed great healing powers. She was born in the year of 987 AD, so her gift was truly appreciated by her and her fellow villagers. One day, she stumbled across one of her village's priests doing a forbidden dance; she was terrified, yet she was spellbound. She thought that if a priest was allowed to do the forbidden dance, that she would be able to as well. She quietly watched as the priest finished the dance; afterward, she went home and showed her brother the dance. He then exclaimed that the demons had planted their evil seeds in her head. She explained that the priest was doing it. Now remember, back in the olden days, they were not as bright as today's people. They quickly taught their close friends, unaware that they were leading the village to it's doom." Yang told the story.

"Then what?" I asked her.

"The priests learned of what she did and they were not pleased. They wiped the other villagers memory; cast out and cursed the woman to be forced to complete the dance every year, on her birthday. They allowed her to keep her healing powers, they saved many lives over the years. As the years progressed, her knowledge knew no bounds, her features that once stood her out of the crowd, aged however, and she mastered the black arts of sorcery. Then one day she met several adults who had great potential, she happily taught them the secret to being death-defying. They never saw each other again, but she knew that they would sooner or later. That's all, now I ask, whom was the girl?" Yang finished.

"Is there a price to pay if we get it wrong?" Kris asked.

"You shall see." Yang said with a sly smirk.

"Can we talk it over?" We asked in unison.

"I suppose, but make haste." Yang huffed in slight annoyance.

"Well it can't be one of us, we don't know any magic." I stated.

"I'm aware. Could it be the one who sent you?" Kris inquired.

"Maybe." I replied. "Fate sent me here, so she must know some magic."

"Exactly. She would need to know extreme knowledge!" Kris exclaimed.

"There we have it!" I claimed proudly.

"Kenyangi, we know you are talking about Fate." Kris said matter-of-factly.

"Fate. True, Fate does possess great knowledge, as well as skill in the arts of magic. But do you really think that she would pass on the knowledge that would keep someone from her grasp? Almost everyone dies sooner nor later, and Fate is immortal, as well as one of your friends and myself." Yang explained.

"Okay!" I snapped. "What is the consequence?"

"That attitude will get you nowhere. And to put it lightly, almost everyone at the park is going on a trip." Yang said in a proper manner.

"Sorry about her, she is irrational at the moment. Where are we going?" Kris asked politely.

"You shall see." Was all Yang said.

Kris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, until Yang spoke up that is.

"Anymore questions?" Yang asked.

We shook our heads.

"Very well. Ebost issala!" Yang screamed and disappeared in a cloud of white mist and glitter.

For a moment nothing happened, suddenly the kitchen started shaking once again, knocking the dishes from the cabinets this time. Slowly a crack formed in the floor and started opening and spreading. Within seconds, the crack turned into a gaping hole that stretched from wall to wall. Wind began swirling as though a miniature tornado was in the room, pulling us into the gaping pit in the floor. Immediately after the wind started, Kris and I were violently jerked from our spots on the table and through the chasm. Then darkness...

Not my best work, in my opinion. So I need new ways to make it more interesting; don't judge :/. I figured that Kenyangi needed to make a come back just for one chapter at least. What did you guys think: good, bad, okay? I originally had the chapter written and typed on my tablet, but got a virus, so I had to rewrite it (DAMMIT XD). Later, Dears.

Kisses,

AntionetteEva.