Life - Patricia Silva (readera ebook reader .txt) 📗

I wouldn't want Sophia to be around this kind of place.

By the end of the day Tomas and I got back into his car with quite a bit of profit from all the potions we had sold. He spent some of it on another bottle of medicine for me, I would have bought it myself if I wasn't underage, not that the creatures there cared that I was, they all knew that I was Tomas' apprentice.

He's suppost to get the medicine through a hospital, but lately the hospitals have been running out of alot of medicines for some reason. Tomas' best guess is that they've run out of the ingredients needed to make them. At The Round, the traders just made medicines using magic, which was alot faster.

  As we began to drive on the freeway, it began to rain again and I watched the drops trail down the window. I brought my feet up on the seat and wrapped my arms around my long legs.

After a while, we pulled into Tomas' driveway and went inside. I looked outside the living room window and watched the rain fall against the trees. I thought about Blake, I wondered what he was doing at that moment. Was he inside his house watching tv, or maybe playing video games? Was he out with his friends? Was he out in the forest, in the rain? If he was, was he with his brother, or by himself? I wondered what he was thinking about. I tried to stop thinking about him, but it just wasn't working.

I guess I was too deep in thought to realize that Tomas had walked over and was leaning against the wall, next to me.

"You really like the rain, don't you?" He commented, startling me.

"Oh," I said, "Yeah."

Tomas sighed and stared at the trees. He knew I was thinking about something. As vaguely as I could, I read his thoughts.

He couldn't help but think how much I had changed since I was little. Or how much being a princess would change me. He knew I didn't want to be one, but he always wondered why. Wasn't it every girls dream to be a princess when they were little? But then again, I wasn't like other girls. Though, that's why I had the opportunity in the first place. I was usually bright about everything and always so willing, but lately I'd been distant, which made Tomas a bit nervous.

"What are you thinking about?" Tomas asked.

I paused and got out of his mind and into my own. "Nothing..." I said, looking at the rain again.

"That's a lie," he stated.

"So?" I smirked. He smirked back. At least he didn't know I was in his head, he hated when I did that. Probably because it's one thing his apprentice could do that he couldn't.

"Do you think you're almost ready?"

"For what?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye.

"The coronation."

I sighed, looking forward again. "I don't know."

"Why don't you want to be a princess? Or a Queen?"

"Honestly...I really don't know. It's just not me. I'm just a girl, I'm just a little different that's all. I wanna live in a house next to the forest, like this, not a castle in the middle of the city."

"Is that it? 'Cause we're going to visit the main castle very soon, I think you'll like it very much."

"It's not just that, I'm sure it's very nice but.... I don't know, I can't take over control of a whole world. If it were a city, then maybe, yeah, I'd be able to do that, but a whole planet?"

"Siena, you can do it, I know you can, you're gonna be good at it too."

"How do you know that?" I questioned as I turned to look at him.

"Because. I just do, I have a feeling," he said, looking me in the eyes.

"Well, what if that feeling's wrong?" I looked at the floor.

"I don't think it is." I could feel his eyes still on me.

We were both silent for a minute.

"You protect Sophia, you take care of her. She looks up to you," Tomas said, breaking the silence. I looked up at him again.

"So? She's my little sister. The whole world isn't made up of nine year old girls," I replied.

"No, but if you're good enough, creatures will look up to you."

"But what if I'm not good enough?" I mumbled. I'm never good enough for anything.

"You just have to try. Don't be afraid to try, the worst you can do is fail, but it's not certain that you will, but you won't know if you don't try."

In his words, and in his big, bright brown eyes, I sensed the one thing I knew I lacked: Hope.

I looked through the window again.

"Will you please try?" Tomas asked.

"...Fine.." I mumbled.

Tomas smiled "Thanks. I know you're gonna do great."

"I guess."

I looked at him and beared a grin. Then, we both went into the kitchen and began cooking.

I went upstairs to my room after dinner. I threw my jacket on the chair by my desk and sat on my bed. Tomorrow was Sunday but Tomas had to work for a few hours, which meant I would be home alone for that time. I wasn't suppost to leave the house when I was home alone except for if I had to run errands. Tomas didn't have anything for me to do, but I knew I wasn't going to stay inside all day. In fact, I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to go into the forest to find Blake. Just the simple thought of his name made me feel happy.

I slid to the end of the bed and leaned against the wall. I looked out the window and watched it sprinkle outside with a smirk on my face.

Old House In The Woods

Siena 

I noticed it was 7:30 in the morning. I took my earphones out and turned the music off. I didn't sleep last night because I didn't want to have another nightmare.

I changed out of my pajamas and put on a grey long-sleeved shirt and some skinny jeans. I slipped on some socks and black vans, then used magic to make my bed. Then, I grabbed a jacket and headed downstairs.

When I went into the kitchen I noticed my mentor had already left for work. I got a bowl of cereal and ate quietly, then put the empty bowl in the sink.
 I stepped out the front door and saw it was cloudy, but not raining yet. The wind swept my face as I went down the steps, around the fence and into the forest. I walked over to the clearing where Blake and I usually met and saw him leaning against a tree.

"Hey," he said when he noticed me walking over to him.

"Hey," I replied.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"You're up early."

I shrugged. I'd been up all night.

We began talking about random things, like we always did, and began walking. I admit, we sometimes lost track of where we were going but found that we hadn't wandered too far, though this time we had gone too far. We stopped walking and looked around, realizing that the forest around us wasn't as bright as the part a few yards away was. Bright, as in the sense of life in it. There wasn't any animals or bugs in sight. The plants all around were either dead, or drooping, though some were alive, inviting even. A bit too inviting. They were probably poisonous.

"Should we go back?" I asked, trying to hide my fear of where we were.

"No," Blake paused and looked around, "let's keep going, let's see what there is." He said, then began walking forward.

I caught up with him and we both continued to look around as we walked. "Probably not much," I muttered.

After a few minutes, Blake and I were pretty deep into the bad side of the forest and we came up to an old house that was obviously abandoned. It was two stories and looked alot like the ones in the neighborhoods at the end of the forest, except this one was by its self. It had plants and mold growing out of it in ways that didn't even look naturally possible. The yard had over-grown weeds and a ton of leaves that made it look like it would be very hard to get across. It began to sprinkle a bit, which was pretty natural for it being the end of February, though it added to the creepiness of the run down house.
 

 

It was the kind of house that you might see in an old fashioned scary movie where the kids go in and look around, then some one or some thing comes out and scares them. It was so creepy and beyond out of place, but something about it made me want to go inside.

"Let's go inside," I muttered.

"Okay," Blake said and began to walk toward the open gate. I paused.

"What? Umm... maybe we shouldn't... this place looks... it, it doesn't really..." I stuttered.

Blake turned around. "What, are you scared?" he teased.

"What? No," I replied.

"Then come on."

I looked at the house and sighed. I slowly walked over to Blake, then we headed past the disaster of a yard and went through the front doorway that didn't have a door on it. As soon as we stepped inside they could see it was about as bad as the outside was. Even though the windows were closed and the broken ones were boarded up, it was still pretty visable inside, even in the gloomy weather, which I thought was pretty unusual.

There wasn't any furniture in the first room we entered, but the wall had a big crack in it. Blake stepped into the next room, leaving footprints in the dust, and I followed. This room was a little darker but still visible, and covered in just as much dust, but there was a small cabinet against the wall with a few pieces of broken old china in it. I guessed that it was probably once a dining room, which is why it was a bit smaller. I also figured that the boarded up door in the corner led to a kitchen.

I noticed a staircase at the other end and walked over to it. Blake followed me up the stairs into a small hallway with three doors on each side and one at the end. Blake went into the closest door on the left side and I followed. It was darker, and seemed to be an office or a study room. There was empty book cases lining all of the walls and there wasn't any windows, but there were lamps all around without lampshades or lightbulbs.

We continued to search a couple more rooms together, then I went into one room while Blake wandered into another. The room I was in was really dark and it was difficult to make anything out so I created an orb of magic in my right hand. The magic gave off light and brightened the room an incredible amount, though it was still a little hard to see. I stepped forward and saw an old vanity with a set of drawers that had a cracked mirror on top. I looked into the mirror and noticed something move in the backround. I spun around and put my hand out in front of me, like a flashlight, to get a better view. There was an old bed with vintage-looking blankets that looked as if they hadn't been touched in, at the very least, a decade.

Besides that, there was nothing else in the small room except for another door next to the bed that looked like it was probably a closet. I turned