I stared at the word for a long time, reading it in my head, then instinctively said the strange word. “Mÿrkrai,” I whispered. A bright cobalt light flashed between my fingers, and the lights flickered and dimmed. “Mÿrkrai!” This time I yelled. The blue light in between my fingers swelled, and the lights exploded, plunging the room into darkness. “Whoa,” I muttered. “Veykva!” I exclaimed. The light exploded back to life, more vivid and shining than ever before. The light stabbed at my eyes, and I had to whisper the darkness words to dim them. Awestruck, I stared at the ancient and secret tome. The language in the book created magical things to occur when the words were uttered, and I was fascinated. I looked at the spidery handwriting that adorned the margins of the book. The intricate writing was in the same magic language, but longer, and almost like sentences. I looked at the script and flipped through the pages until I found a name that revealed whose writing it was.

Sveir tíl  Gaius Prilerus

Closing the book, I stared at it in wonder. I shouldn’t even have this! I could kill myself with this! Knowing that I could get hurt with that book, I wrapped it in a cloth and stowed it away in the bottom of the trashcan, where I couldn’t see it anymore. Then, I turned on my laptop to begin writing my History project.


Arkanon sat on a wooden log, looking at a puddle of water that lied on the ground a few feet from him. Tall, thick trees surrounded him, all lush and deep green with old forestry. None were dead, and the colours were infinitely vivid, as if they were new trees that had been perfectly watered. He pointed a long finger the puddle of water. “Adoriorísa amnis!” He exclaimed. The water rose into the air, and he pulled it toward him. Shaping it into a clear oval of crystal water and waved his hand over it. “Syna Adam,” he said. A picture of Adam swelled up into the bubble and rippled out. Arkanon was disappointed to see that the book that he’d given Adam that had magickal words in it was in the garbage can.

“Why is this boy so stubborn?!” he exclaimed. He’d given Adam the book that contained a magickal language with words that could bend reality itself, and Adam had trashed it. Maybe if I leave him be, he’ll do this on his own.

“Arkanon,” said a voice behind him. Arkanon dropped the water and turned to face a tall, sinewy man with pointed ears and sharp blue eyes. His white-blond hair flowed long down to his shoulders and his brow was pierced with a gold circlet.

“Prince Alnír,” said Arkanon, bowing. Alnír was the prince of the elves, who lived where Arkanon was, in Du Stórr Eylnir. It was the home of elvenkin only; a beautiful and ancient city in the middle of a thick, emerald green forest. Alnír had a bow strapped to his back and a bag of quivers slung over it. A leaf blade sword was sheathed on his belt, which was studded with jewels. “What is it that you seek?”

“My mother has had another vision,” said Alnír. “She foresaw that the boy of the prophecy—the Drëngr du Veykva—the Warrior of Light is going to come here, to Gaëlea. But she also saw your part in aiding him to find this sacred place. Among all things, she has unfalteringly chosen to endow you conscientiousness over the boy and to see to it that he gets here securely.”

“I am honored that Queen Élwyn has chosen me for this duty, and notify her that I shall follow through with this bestowment,” Arkanon said.

“Good luck, Arkanon.”

“Fynía eyarr styra des elvyna syr langr hylda,” Arkanon said. “May your rule over elves be long and prosperous.”

“Fynía eyarr máttr skoliires des myrs vándreir,” he replied in the same language. “May your abilities shield you from all evil.” With that, the elven prince touched his heart, mouth, and then wiped below his eye as a gesture of sincerity. Arkanon did the same motion, and the prince of elves turned gracefully and with ease, ran out of the forest with his inhuman speed. Arkanon watched as the elf disappeared from the clearing into the deep forest, heading back to Du Stórr Eylnir to inform the Queen of his agreement with her proposal. The Drëngr du Veykva—the Warrior of Light foretold in the prophecies who would free the people of Fornlein from empiric rule of an evil king… it’s Adam.


I sat at my laptop screen looking at the info that I’d pulled up on Perses. Perses was the Titan god of destruction whose consort was Asteria, an Amazon and a Titan goddess of oracles, prophetic dreams, astrology and necromancy. Perses and Asteria had a daughter known as Hecate, goddess of witchcraft, ghosts and magic, who was given shares of the sky, the sea and the earth. I’d pulled together pictures, pages of information, Greek writings, myths and legends; everything possible when he looked down at the time. It was nine forty-seven, so I stood up, pushed everything into a Microsoft Word document and saved it. Then he stood and changed clothes. He put on a pair of skinny jeans and a dark green shirt to match his hazel coloured eyes. Running his hands through his jet black hair, he looked in the mirror at the spikiness at the front of it. He pushed it up more, and then sprayed some Axe on himself. After that, he walked to the empty living room. His mom was at work and so was his dad. He switched on the TV and began to watch a program when it happened.

The screen shimmered, and the picture changed, showing Arkanon sitting in the middle of an enormous, lush forest. “What the hell!” I exclaimed. “Leave me alone! I don’t know you!” I flicked off the TV, but the picture stayed. I rose from the chair and began to walk away, but every picture on the wall became him talking. He was everywhere. On the fridge, the TV, the pictures, the windows; he was inescapable. “WHAT THE HELL IS IT NOW?!” I exclaimed angrily.

“Where’s the book I gave you?”

“I threw it out!” I yelled. “That thing is too tempting. I could hurt myself or someone else with it!”

“Well, I need you to bring it here.”

“What? Where are you?”

“Du Stórr Eylnir,” he said.


“I’m in Gaëlea,” he said. “Where I was born.”

“Never heard of it,” I said. “Can I leave now?”

“It’s a different world,” Arkanon said.

“I think that you’re an idiotic, psychotic, slightly perverted, mental hospital patient who spilled his meds down a drain and thinks I’m his caretaker. Well, while we’re in this new reality show…”

“I’m not lying to you, Adam,” Arkanon said. “Elves live here, and some are able to wield magick like you.”

I waited a while, then started laughing. When I heard a honking in my driveway, I turned and walked away. “Bye psycho! Tell the elves and the dwarves I said hi!”

“ADAM!” he exclaimed, but I kept walking. I walked out the door and threw it shut, locking the psychopathic man I knew as Arkanon in the vacant house. Then, I headed down the driveway to the idling Volvo S40 that Jack’s older brother was driving. His brother was nineteen, and since their parents were rich, they could afford to drive nice cars. I climbed into the backseat next to Chris, and I shut the door. Jack was sitting shotgun, next to his brother in the front.

“Hey Chris, Jack, James,” I said. Jack turned in his seat to look at me.

“So you’re sure you’re alright?” he asked.

“Jack,” I said. “I’m fine. So Chris, what’s this movie again?”

“It’s called The Hellhole,” he said, leaning forwards with anticipation lighting up his face. “It’s about these holes—craters in the Earth—opening up, and they’re like Gateways to Hell. The Gateways release demons and creepy zombies and stuff, and they wreak chaos the on the world, and the vampires start turning everyone else into vampires until there are only two humans left alive. And they need to save the world from the apocalyptic ending that we always see. They have to send all the demons back into the Hellholes and then close them up!”

“Wow,” I said. “It’s always the mind that goes first.”

“Ha, ha,” said Chris.

“It’s always Chris who finds these kinds of things, isn’t it?” asked Jack.

“I would see it,” said James, Jack’s nineteen year old brother. “Sounds like a horror.”

My mind began to wander over to Arkanon and his insanity. He’d claimed that he was in the home of the elves, claiming it to be called Du Stórr Eylnir. He thought for a while about it, and then remembered the odd scene that had been around Arkanon. He was in the middle of a forest, in a flat clearing. The trees towered all around him as if they were enchanted. They were over twenty feet tall, and golden sunlight sifted through the thick forestry. He’d seen a sparkling gold river in the distance, where the sun was setting over the river on the horizon. The ancient trees that blocked the river were gnarled and must have been there since the beginning of time; there was no way that that forest was anywhere that I’d been before. What if…

I sat in the backseat, thinking about all of the possibilities. He’d been so willing to show me…. Thoughts and prospects swirled around my head in a maelstrom of utter confusion. Disorientation washed over me as I thought of the likelihood of whether it was legitimacy that had parted Arkanon’s lips, or whether it had been deceit. Or had it been delusion… or psychosis and lunacy? There were so many different ways to look at the strange prospect that Arkanon had forced forth into the front of my weary mind. His influence over my actions was surely considerable, but I had no idea if I should have gone with his delusional judgment of his own situation. The confusion overwhelmed him like freezing cold waves of water that seemed to crash down upon me.

“…? Adam… ADAM!” I woke from my daydream to Chris waving his hand in front of my face. “We’re here,” he said, then climbed out of the car. I followed behind him and climbed out of the Volvo, and then James drove off. The three of us began to head towards the theater, which was straight ahead. Chris talked excitedly about the movie and thoroughly probed the notion of the possibility of vampires truly existing. He explained how blood carried nutrients and vitamins, so essentially, in consuming human blood, you’d be being healthy. He said that you could live off of human blood, but the gruesome idea had not been explored as meticulously as it could be. I walked with them, without a sound, like a ghost in the wind stalking two kids to haunt them. I began drifting off, not really listening to what either of them were really saying at all. I just walked and occasionally nodded, in spite of the fact that I wasn’t hearing anything they were saying. Thoughts and inquisitions crammed my head, hurting my brain and threatening to give me vertigo.

Finally, when we arrived at the theater, we walked in and bought our tickets for The Hellhole. Then, we walked through the glass double doors that led into the place where you got food, and we stood in line for some popcorn and drinks. We stood at the end of the line, and I jumped back into reality. I looked over to the right and saw a girl who was staring at me. She had long black hair and bright green eyes, skin flawlessly smooth.

“Dude! She’s h-to-the-o-to-the-t, HOT!” said Jack. “And she’s staring at you!”

“Jack,” I said. “Every girl we ever see stares at me.”

“He’s right,” mumbled Chris. “Adam, you have to show me what you do to get these girls!”

We got to the front of the line and got a bucket of popcorn, and three large Cokes. We headed in the direction of the theater rooms when she stepped out in front of us. “Hi,” she said her voice smooth. She pushed her black hair back behind her ears. I noticed something different about her. It was something… off. She’d said ‘hi’ like she was fighting back an accent and she seemed to have an almost inhuman beauty. She twirled her hair as she studied me. “I’m Gwen, what’s your name?”

“Adam,” I said. “Uh, I’ve got to go catch a movie with my friends, so… bye.” I moved past her and headed to the theater, but she caught up.

“What movie are you going to see?” she asked.

The Hellhole,” interrupted Chris.

“Cool,” she said. Her earrings jingled as she walked with us, and created a steady chiming. She was quite beautiful, but I sensed something was weird about her. Not necessarily bad, but… different.

“It’s about demons and zombies and… vampires,” I said. She looked at me oddly when I said vampires, like she was happy with me.

“I hate vampires!” she asked. “They’re a pain!”

“They’re weird,” I said. “But, the movie sounds pretty good, so…”

“Can I come with you guys?” asked Gwen.

“Sure!” said Jack, after he finished drooling.

“Yeah!” answered Chris.

“Okay,” I said, nervous. “It’s unanimous. Let’s go.”

The End

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