This story starts 10,000 years ago in a dimension called Resi, although in this dimension everything is as
you see and yet nothing is as it seems. Resi is almost identical to earth yet if you were there, it truly would
be unlikely for you to notice the hidden switch yet the obliviously blinding truth right there. The people
of Resi may look human on the outside though underneath the flesh like body mask lies something far
from human and more like a monster. If not a monster, a beast, maybe even a flesh eating one, so it's best
to be careful because they are what we only know as demon's. Yet to an earthling or those of us from earth
just like you and me we wont be able to see who they truly are and what hides behind there mask. we will
only see them as one of us another ordinary human being. As you've guessed the people of Resi are rather
special as they all have an incredibly unique feature that lives deep with in each and every one of them.
What is that feature you may ask? Well it could be a mystical twist built into them like magic, or perhaps
is it magic that runs through there blood or perhaps it's simply that power is merely engraved into their
veins? It truly is the only question to ask. And is it possible that all those mystic creatures known
throughout earth's legends and that are a huge part of our anncistories history truly did exist. "Yawn
what kind of trash is this its so boring, i could just fall asleep i mean come on really who even believes in
monsters and other dimensions it's just something some cracked out whore said to try get others to take
drugs" A child laughs as if he were a mere comedian standing on a stage giving a performance " The writer
honestly needs to get a life instead of living in a fantasy, i mean come on this book is trash who would pay
for this they should leave writing books to the professionals and not the crazy's who should be locked up"
another child mocks but this time with a more smug attitude only to be followed by an eruption of
giggles coming from a small group huddled in a small group at the beginning of the fantasy isle of the
small book store filled with numerous books of all genres, sizes and languages. They probably haven't
even realized that I am standing at the end of this pile and I don't think they would care either way even if
they saw that there was another person in the store other than them. "Such a disgrace to writers. I mean
come on, does this kind of story even sell? I bet they write it at an internet cafe because they're so broke"
the first boy chimed in once more as the small group continued to laugh and snicker. My patience finally
snapped causing me to slam shut the book that I had been quietly reading causing a loud echo to bounce
off the walls of the store and for the small of Six boys to jump and finally turn in my direction and realize I
was there. My eyes now looked straight onto the 2 boys who were chatting away without a care in the
world. They seemed to be identical twins, one with clouded blue eyes and the other with hazel eyes, the
two who started this whole childish uproar. Their looks do not help them as it shows their age clearly and
seems that the young boys are no more than 12 years old, my eyes wandering over the other 4 boys
standing behind him only to realize they are all no older than 12 years old, that explains the childish
outburst I scoff. A fire slowly starts to spark within me and a planned popped into my head like a light
bulb which lights up when turning as a mischievous grin starts to spread across my lips "It's
understandable you'd find that book you're holding rather boring as it's made for adults who have long
lost those childish ways so it brings them back to a time they were childish so it's most definitely not
made for well" my voice loud yet unshakable obviously showing signs of hospitality my eye wandering
over all six of the boys only to make direct eye contact of the first twin and to smile playfully and back to
the small group up and down than let me gaze become stern looking at the second twin who has now
stepped in front of the group. "A child like you and your friends which are yet to go through puberty '' I
snicker. The child who was standing in front of the group stance slightly changed, his face has now
changed from a porcelain white to a shade I've only ever seen on a tomato. Actually a beetroot woulddescribe the shade that has now spread across the small child's chubby cheeks a lot better, the color is a
mixture of a deep yet bright shade of red with a tinge of purple or perhaps blue. His face shows his
emotions perfectly almost as if someone had put a large stamp on his forehead saying he was full of
embarrassment and rage and yet those small round eyes scream out his most vulnerable inner utter
thoughts. His in complete disbelief that I've been here the whole time and maybe just maybe a little
ashamed that someone other than him and his little group of friends have heard him and his snike
remark, that's what truly makes me laugh. As his friends' heads start to look down towards the cold still
white marble floor one by one as if they had been caught by their parents for getting into a fight among
each other or something stupid that kids do. All of these expressions are the same as if it had been glued
onto each and everyone of the 6 boys' faces, their facial expressions showing a contrast of
shock,embarrassment and shame. "You're - youre the-the writer of grim stars, ' one of the boys stutters
god knows which one they all look the same to me and with that, the book finally falls from the blonde
boy's small trembling hands landing with a loud thud causing a rippled echo to bounce through the store
followed by a dead silence as all 6 boys expressions change into pure horror. It's nothing new to me to see
someone mock a book I wrote , especially those who lack an imagination and I won't stop writing because
of them or these small children. I'm a great Aurthur. I know it and they do too, they're just upset I make
money doing something they could do. That's why I have haters but they are merely overshadowed by
how many more fans I have compared to them. I would love to see their faces if they were to ever find out
my books are all true and are all events that have actually happened or that magic is real alongside all
those mythical creatures they call myths and legends that they all read about in those history books and
learn about in beliefs and religion and god forbid even there fucking churchs . My back now turned to the
boys who have become frozen in fear with a dumbfounded expression looking almost identical to the
statue's medusa probably froze people in i giggle just from imaging the sight alone. Leaving only the
clicking and clacking of my shoes against the cold white marble tiles and a small sound of laughter that
probably sounds like an evil witches laugh as i slowly reach the fire escape all of 5 meters away from where
I had previously stood.The door leading to the back streets of Gabriel's book store on the corner of 5th
street and west street, in California Ohio. The old rustic wooden door now swinging open with the
smallest push all whilst making a screeching high pitched sound similar to a dying cat or maybe an old
record player screeching along an old beatles record after the song has finally come to an end. "Those
hinges really need to be fixed '' I mutter to myself drawing my hands up to my face to rub my temples in a
circular motion with just enough pressure for the tension to give just a tiny bit of relief for the headache
slowly starting . Wind instantly hitting my face is as cold as fresh ice created from the clouds above
except that can't be possible since it's 79 °F which is far too hot, only to be followed by a lullabye-like
sound in a soft whisper, followed by a soft whoosh that tickles my ears alongside the wind. Reminding me
of a prank which the pixies would play on me when I was younger, they would always pretend to be the
wind that flows except back where I am from the wind tends to laugh and talk so now thinking back on it
I suppose the wind was in on the plan they had way back then. Pixies always thrived off of making and or
causing trouble and I guess mischievous was invented by them since they always created situations that
went hand in hand with it and yet the pranks they played always made others embarrassed, myself
included. One of their favorite pranks they'd like to play on me was pulling up my skirt in the worst
possible situations just like when Iris, Atlas and I were no more than 13 in earthling years. We went for a
picnic with the first consort. I stood at the top of the hill behind the east tower of the king's palace which
floated just above the clouds that left beautiful rays of yellow that came through the glass stained
memorial windows of my mother which i started at for the first time since she had died, the sheer
audacity of that bastard of a man to have such a beautiful piece that probably collected dust in his palace
especially since it was a mural of the very woman he killed with his own bear hands. Atlas and I refused toattend the picnic at first until that old geezer pulled a royal order card from out his sleeves saying that we
were to either attend or a war would have been on Atlas's and my hands and we were far too young back
then we had never killed anyone and we didn't want him knowing we had our powers yet. The hill was
only small yet my mother, the former Queen, who I guess will always stay in history as the kingdom of
Arch queen. She said it gave her the best view of all the 13 kingdoms of Resi , you see it was cover in all
types of flowers that looked like white roses with splashes of lilac purple, lush pink or a baby blue on each
but only one splash color per rose, light canary yellow and granny smith green apple designed with tiny
circles that danced around each other looked similar to verbena, apricot delphinium and cosmos that
looked they the stars that hovered above the flowers making it look like they were from out of this world.
Atlas had asked the trees to place her with the tree at the top of the hill and they did but Atlas and I never
left our castle because we were haunted by her ghost in our dreams and felt like we were the cause of her
death although it was forbidden to ever talk about. I stood on top of the hill waiting wearing a long white
dress excited to see my mother's grave for the first time since I was 9 so she would have had to be so very
lonely up there as both Atlas and i decided to live in complete and total isolations for4 years within our
mothers old palace scarred to forget her. The first consort must have thought it was a great for us to go
where my mother loved since we were family, not knowing it was her grave and yet those pixies pretended
to be passing bye but while saying their highs in that lullaby tone was a hidden giggle among the three,
they lifted my skirt and blamed the wind and they let the first consort see. I chuckled to myself just
having the memory flash in my mind of how life has changed since then. Pulling at the sleeves of my long
black woolen cardigan that drapes just past my knees, that came as a set with my knee high squared
heeled black boots with roses sewn into the outside of the tops of them which complements the design
perfectly and they just so happen to be a limited edition by the one and only Sal von swee'. The boots
match perfectly with any outfit but they look best with my tight high waisted ripped at and only ripped at
the knees black jeans, and a basic white singlet with spaghetti straps. It really brings out my hourglass
figure which just so happens to go perfectly with my double D's and my round butt that you wouldn't
even notice if i was in my trackies. I giggle as I move a strand of hair behind my right ear ever so swiftly
letting it fall just above the start of my bra cup whilst the rest of my blood red to flame red ombre hair sits
just above where my nipples are. Taking in a deep breath of the late afternoons air once more before
turning to walk down the alleyway "Sunniva" A demanding voice boomed inside my head, almost
reminding me of that disney movie scene where that stray dog is running away and ends up skidding
around the corner only to crash into the bin or when that other dog sees something edible fall from the
trash only to get to excited and forget how fast they are running. Either way in both scenarios the dog
crashes with a loud thud and thats what it feels like as the voice spoke like i was the dog and they were
the wall and when they spoke bam, theres the mother fucking thud. Taking in my surroundings to find
where this came from I notice I am alone in an alleyway looking like a total nutcase "It's time to come
home" The voice boomed once more causing me to tumble over and my hands cover my ears as if that
were going to help stop the sound that kept coming and going into my mind. I look up and notice that
there is a camera that's placed at the far left end of the alleyway getting the latest video clip for the news
probably ending up with the heading "Famous author Veronica spotted waiting behind old book store
whilst having withdrawal and waits for drug dealer who's running late" or it might even say "The one and
only V finally loses it maybe that's how she's able to write great books''. Either way both options for a
headline suck best to not look at my watch or phone and most definitely don't reply to it and best to start
walking as i just to my feet once more and pat off my knees and dust my hands making it look like i've
just having a migraines that's caused me to fall. My feet finally start to move as I turn away from the left
camera only to be caught by another on the right. "Do not ignore me child" the voice roared this time
causing the bricks on the wall next to me to crack slightly, I continued walking as if nothing hadhappened and continued to ignore the voice that blared inside my head. "You are to return to where you
belong," the voice roared once more as if they demanded submission, "Have I become schizophrenic?" I
muttered to myself in a bitter tone through gritted teeth realizing my thoughts have been thought aloud
whilst I continue to force a smile so that the cameras don't see me and turn me into a headline. "It's
bound to happen eventually, i mean i'm still so young i thought i'd at least have a couple more decades
wait im immortal and i can't have schizophrenia or artemis or any of those life threatening things
earthlings can have or get'' i say inside my head as i nod knowing i'm correct. pulled back into the real
world and not in my thoughts a cold gust of wind danced along my skin pricking me with dirt that feels
like little pins stabbing me as it brushed past my skin causing my eyes to close tight as an eerie feeling
fills the street sending chills down my spine and the hairs across my body to stand up. As I pry my eyes
open I'm met with a mixture of midnight black,flamingo pink and flame orange appearing in front of me
in a vortex-like shape causing my body to freeze in place. The things in my brain suddenly stop like a
broken clock, as the seconds go past and my brain clocks start to tink again I am reminded of the last
time I saw something like this. It would have been centuries ago now but it was definitely when my sisters
and I came to earth that day starting to laugh softly remembering how my sisters and i we were banished
to earth and did not simply accidentally create a vortex that left us stranded her although that lie would
be a better story for a book yet sadly this is my reality. When we first got to earth my sisters and I were in
for a shock when we realized we could no longer use our magic and had no way back to our home
dimension Resi but it only really affected the youngest out of the 3 of us and that was Iris. Atlas and I
couldn't care less, we had no one, not even each other after the 13th kingdom's downfall, I mean that's my
own fault but it still hurts especially since we're twins and she's literally a part of me. "I WILL NOT SAY IT
AGAIN" the loud voice boomed but this time shaking the entire street along with every word they spoke,
the ground split into two like a size 8 earthquake had hit, the ground shook as if it had learnt to dance
and the walls continued to crack making it look like it would crumble at any second and then the cameras
hit the ground with a hiss, twitch and a crumble all while forcing me to fall straight into the vortex in
front of me. I knew this feeling all too well , the feeling as if my skin is parting from my body, the muscles
are splitting apart as if being torn apart by a wood chipper, my bones feel as if they are being separated
from each other as if being pulled by an ogre. My stomach flipping up, down and all around as if its
turned itself into a fucking washing machine and my brain having the sensation of being split into two
with the insane pressure as i warp through reminding me of electrotherapy and all these sensations feel
like torture that never ends. "I think I'm gonna hurl" I scream as the sensation of a high pitch vibration
most likely resembling a jackhammer that's pounding on my skull finally halts and my body starts to
clump itself back together piece by piece but before I can try to gather what's happening or where I am.
The toasted ham and cheese croissants alongside the caramel iced latte slowly starts to come up my
throat spilling out of my mouth leaving a burning feeling in my throat. "I guess that curse is still in effect"
A giggle rings through the air only making the vibrations on my brain pulsate again, "She's never been
able to feel pain until that curse" a more concerned voice argued only to drone on with "I'm too sober for
this shit' and the concern now long gone an annoyance replaces it. Finally whipping my mouth taking in
the air into my lungs as if I've become a fish out of water… suffocation that's how it feels like my lungs
have filled up with sticky water…. NO its Tar that's what it is…. my lungs have filled up with tar.