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magicae et scientia

Since the beginning I have seen monsters! I have seen regular ordinary monsters stealing, killing and lying. But occasionally I've seen other types of monsters too. Monsters from legends, myths, and anything else you can imagine. My mom has told me of strange stories of when I was young. when we first moved to a small town in the northern portion of Minnesota. Stories of shadowy creatures looking through the windows at me. stories of strange people showing up in the medal of the night baring gifts. stories of strange occurrences happing in empty rooms. and other that are much scarier, thing straight from legends and myths.

hagil · Fantasie
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Chapter 3 family 

I now I would be in turbel because I was gone for hours. My mom would de furious with me for being out there in the dark for so many hours. I walked thrown the back door that lead start into the kitchen and headed start for the sink for some water to sip on. I hade allot to think on and defiantly couldn't go Strat to bed. pretending that what ever that was didn't happen. What felt like a minute or two. mom walked in with a very nervous expression on her face.

"Did you talk too them"

she said with a slight quiver in hear voice. I nodded nervously but a bit surprised to

" there's a lot of them"

I almost whispered looking off towards the forest through the back door.

"Did you always know that they are out there"

I asked looking back up at here searching for any hint of a lie. She nodded and said

"I've known that they wear always out there but I only started to see them after you were born"

she stopped for a will. seaming to hesitate on were to rely begin. I just waited. unknowingly holding my breath. She gathered herself and started to speak

" do you remember your father"

"only a bit"

I said remembering a faint worm smile. she seemed to smile or maybe grimace at me

" your father was a mysterious man, a tall, brood shouldered, man with an air of power and reliability around him he was vary... interesting" she seemed to be lost in her memories. "

we dated for 4 years before we married"

she looked straight at me then continued

" ween you were born he seemed to be beyond joy"

she smiled and wiped away a tear before collecting here self to continue.

"You wear such a play full and clingy baby"

she stammered a bit before continuing.

" wean you wear about 4 months we wear attacked by some men with big clothes, this men just keep on saying "give over the plaxallin", I don't know what that means but it seemed to weary your father"

she stopped and collected hear self again for something hard.

" he said "you shall not have him he is the future and I won't let you have him" he stepped a front of us and seemed to grow taller with every passing moment, the men attacked him, I really wanted to help but he told me to run and if he didn't return to send you to your Aunt ween you are ready"

" it's about the right time, I'll send you to her when the school year is over in 4 months".

The next week I told my friends I'll not be able to hang out with theme over the summer vacation because I was going to see my family out in the country side and they'll not be able to text or call ween I'm out there. They complained a lot and there was a lot of crying and hugging for the first few days after I told them. after I told them my friends especially Jessica insisted that I spend the remaining time I was around with them. Those sort 4 months flow by especially fast. in what felt like days it was already end of term and I was preparing for my long trip out of stat. and in all of that time I was thinking on what my mom told me. A few days after the last day of school we wear on the rode to the airport.

"mom where are we going anyways"

I asked looking out of the passenger door window at the quickly changing scenery. my mother tock a few moments to think before answering me

"to your antis house"

she said with a playful smile

"no... mom where does she live"

I asked again will rolling my eyes

"she lives in a small town of SOLSVILL in Arizona"

Few hours later we wear at the largest airport in the biggest city of Minnesota, there wear so many people there. many coming, many going, many how were now arrivals how seamed of under estimated how cold it would be and a few how seamed to be locals how were just returning from a trip. but there was something quit strange I noticed. I noticed Meany more wired thing then usual. last time I was here in the sites a few years ago there weren't even have as many auditees than this time. there were people that had tails. some that had horns. some that hade pouty ears, and to many thing else to remember. but there was a man how was always watching me. I Barely noticed hem, but he mad one mistake that drew my attention to hem. he bold over two young girls with glittering eyes and didn't even seam to notice or care. But after that Nothing happened in the airport. And nothing on the plane expect the flight attendant seamed to de rely nervous.

When we finally got to my antis home my mom looked vary nervous to by there,

"ok let's go in"

she said with a forced smile. Win we walked in it was cold much collider thin it should be, it was oddly comforting. It felt like we just walked into a comfy 70 degrees Fahrenheit Minnesotan spring

"how is my nephew you look a lot taller than last i saw you"

my aunt said with a beaming smile. But ween she saw me her smile became more toothy with something that seams to be more a genuine smile. When she looked back at my mom here smile seemed to weaken

"so why are you two hear"

she said looking at me, but it seemed to be directed toward my mom.

"I've messaged you months ago about this Amy"

she said with a deep sigh

"They've come Amelia, they've talked to him"

she looked right toward her with a small jump.

"What did they say what do they want"

"I dot now what they want Amy. all they said was he was to protect them, and he was a king of old"

when my mom was finished they looked toward me.

"What"

I looked at both of them

"what does that mean the kings of old"