My name is Meryll, I am 16 years old, and I am pretty happy about
the way I look. I have green eyes, waist-length brown hair, and pale skin. I like the way I look because I look different
from all those Barbie-doll clones walking the Earth.
School had ended about twenty minutes ago. I usually
walk home, and today was no different. I had just come into sight of my house, when I noticed a very good-looking
guy walking in my direction.
"Hey," He said.
"Hi-do I know you?"
"No, not exactly, but I know you, and I have some important, uh, matters
to discuss with you."
"How do I know for sure that you're not some perverted guy who is going
to lead me on, then viciously throw me in his car, take me to the middle of the ocean, cut me up into microscopic pieces,
then throw my remains to the sharks?" I asked playfully.
"I don't know," He said, smiling. "You'll just have to trust me."
"Okay. So....What's so important?"
"I, uh, I don't know how to say this."
"Well, you start by opening your mouth-"
He cut me off. "You're a witch.You're magic."
"-What?! Is this some mean joke that you expect me to believe? Because
I'm not-"
"I don't expect you to believe it right away, but you have to let me finish.
You are one of the Elite. The Elite are a special group of people with very magical-and sometimes royal-blood in their veins.
The family you were living with is not your real family. Your real mother and father were King and Queen of our realm. They
were extremely royal, and extremely magical."
"What happened to them?" I asked, softly. I wasn't sure I wanted to know
the answer.
"They were brutally murdered by members of the Dark Side. The Dark Side
is made up of the power hungry immortals that wanted more. They felt that they were confined when they were with us, on the
good side of the realm."
"You mean there is a whole other realm?" I was finding all of this hard
to believe. I mean, how could I be magic, and not even know it? "So, how did I come to be with the family I'm with now?"
"They are like your foster parents. The queen placed you in that family
because they used to be part of our realm,and because they knew why you were there, and why you would eventually leave. But
they chose a mortal life instead. They were afraid that the Dark Side would get them."
"If my parents were killed, who is the queen then? Do I have a sister?"
"No. The queen is your aunt, your mother's sister. She is queen only until
you get there. She was only taking your place for a while. She cannot stay queen because you are the true heir to the throne,
and you are much more magical and royal than her. You have to be the queen."
"How can I be queen if I don't know any magic? And how come I didn't know
about this before? Why did you choose now to tell me all this?" I was starting to feel suspicious again.
"We-meaning the others at the palace and I- will teach you. And we chose
now to tell you this because our realm is in danger. Your aunt is not capable of saving our realm-she does not have the power
you do."
"Okay........let's just slow down a minute. Magic? Realm? I am still confused.
And when are you going to teach me all this, and where? Surely you can't have just rented out a hotel room, expecting no one
to notice that people are yelling magic spells in there. Do I have to go to your realm?" I had so many questions running through
my mind, I couldn't ask them fast enough.
"You'll see." I blinked, and we were gone.
