On the Edge of both Worlds
CHAPTER 1 I MEET TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
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CHAPTER 1
I MEET TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
Sounds absurd? I know right. By the way, my name is Brandon Thomas. I was a normal kid on my 7th grade. i get into fights-- like a lot-- but i was happy for in the end, I get to kick their asses! Hah! But my peaceful life will soon come to an end.
The recent school i've been sent to gave up on me and recommended me to an obedience school located in Long Island, New York. Well, my twin Sandy is studying in an all-girls school there. I don't want to be anywhere near her. Mom said she'll consider the idea but the look on her face tells the opposite. after that, Mom was never the same. She became panicky-- like she's running away from something or someone in particular. She always kept her briefcase close that she almost ripped out its handle. She never does this -- unless when she's anxious or she senses trouble. I didn't really know what was inside that briefcase and I wish I never knew.
It started one winter afternoon.
I was walking home after school when I suddenly felt my gut tingle. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Someone is watching me. I turned around and caught a glimpse of three bald men with neatly trimmed beards standing at the crossroad I just took a while ago. Certain enough, they're looking at me. They did not even try to conceal themselves. I noticed they were bringing briefcases like Moms. One of them looked at me in the eyes. He has beady eyes. I turned my back and continued to walk. I froze. Wait.. beady eyes?
I turned around again and looked again. His eyes are pure black. It was beady like a crow's eyes---definitely not human.
Well, i was used to being stalked but this time, I felt like I want to freak out and run. I tried to fight the overwhelming fear inside me and continued to walk as simple as I could. Instead of walking confidently, I ended up stumbling and I ran while they follow my trail. Run! I told myself. I willed my feet to move faster but the snow seemed to weigh me down, the coldness seeping to my veins. I ran to the Town's Square , hoping to hide and sneak to the crowd. I ran hastily to the crowd, careful not to tumble on people. Where to hide?
"hey! Over here!" a familiar voice seemed to call me. I turned around and saw a hooded kid motioning me to hurry. The kid ran and led me to a narrow sidewalk. Nobody said a word. We ran as fast and as silent as we could.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked the kid.
The kid snickered. "Somewhere far from the crowd, idiot."
Her voice sounds familiar. The cold wind blew harshly and her hood fell down. And there she is, the person I never expected to be here.
"Sandy? What in the world are you doing here?"
"Saving you," she answered like it was the most obvious thing.
"Wait.. Who told you to?" She just rolled her eyes.
Our few seconds of running felt like hours. I could hear the men shouting at us. I took Sandy's hand because she's starting to slow down.
"Turn left," she said and I turned. I saw a boat in the middle of a snow-filled plaza. I saw Mom coming for us. "Mom!" I was so relieved to see her. She took my hand threw something like a curved stick to the three men. It head one's head. It only made it angry. The stick flew back to Mom's free hand. A teenager backed them away. Mom motioned us inside. I let Sandy go first.
"We're not gonna leave her behind!" I told Mom.
The teenager looked back to us. She is surrounded by a circle of gray light.
"Stop worrying about me kid. Just get on the boat," she said with force.
She look familiar. She wore a camouflage suit and leather boots. She has jet black hair, exquisitely carved features, luscious lips and brown eyes that seems to shimmer with different colors. For a split-second, i thought she was Mom.
"Aunt Hilda?" I asked myself.
Mom nodded. How come she looks so young? I turned to Sandy and she wore a puzzled expression, probably like what I look at the moment.
Aunt Hilda said something in a foreign tongue. All I ever understood was.
"I am Hilda Thomas, magician of the First Nome."
Wait.. is it Nome or Gnome?
She whispered under her breath. "Rise, all of you and serve me."
The pavement creaked and ten men came out of the fissures. I tensed. I noticed they were not men, they were ghosts! Oh my god!
They charge for the three men and started tearing their limbs out of their bodies. Instead of blood, the limbs turned into stone.
"Above!" Sandy shouted and ran out of the boat. Mom followed. We saw five men flying our way to us. "Desjardins." Mom scowled.
Aunt Hilda was standing with us now. "Run. Now!"
We ran for the boat and shot to the sky.
CHAPTER 1
I MEET TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS
Sounds absurd? I know right. By the way, my name is Brandon Thomas. I was a normal kid on my 7th grade. i get into fights-- like a lot-- but i was happy for in the end, I get to kick their asses! Hah! But my peaceful life will soon come to an end.
The recent school i've been sent to gave up on me and recommended me to an obedience school located in Long Island, New York. Well, my twin Sandy is studying in an all-girls school there. I don't want to be anywhere near her. Mom said she'll consider the idea but the look on her face tells the opposite. after that, Mom was never the same. She became panicky-- like she's running away from something or someone in particular. She always kept her briefcase close that she almost ripped out its handle. She never does this -- unless when she's anxious or she senses trouble. I didn't really know what was inside that briefcase and I wish I never knew.
It started one winter afternoon.
I was walking home after school when I suddenly felt my gut tingle. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Someone is watching me. I turned around and caught a glimpse of three bald men with neatly trimmed beards standing at the crossroad I just took a while ago. Certain enough, they're looking at me. They did not even try to conceal themselves. I noticed they were bringing briefcases like Moms. One of them looked at me in the eyes. He has beady eyes. I turned my back and continued to walk. I froze. Wait.. beady eyes?
I turned around again and looked again. His eyes are pure black. It was beady like a crow's eyes---definitely not human.
Well, i was used to being stalked but this time, I felt like I want to freak out and run. I tried to fight the overwhelming fear inside me and continued to walk as simple as I could. Instead of walking confidently, I ended up stumbling and I ran while they follow my trail. Run! I told myself. I willed my feet to move faster but the snow seemed to weigh me down, the coldness seeping to my veins. I ran to the Town's Square , hoping to hide and sneak to the crowd. I ran hastily to the crowd, careful not to tumble on people. Where to hide?
"hey! Over here!" a familiar voice seemed to call me. I turned around and saw a hooded kid motioning me to hurry. The kid ran and led me to a narrow sidewalk. Nobody said a word. We ran as fast and as silent as we could.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked the kid.
The kid snickered. "Somewhere far from the crowd, idiot."
Her voice sounds familiar. The cold wind blew harshly and her hood fell down. And there she is, the person I never expected to be here.
"Sandy? What in the world are you doing here?"
"Saving you," she answered like it was the most obvious thing.
"Wait.. Who told you to?" She just rolled her eyes.
Our few seconds of running felt like hours. I could hear the men shouting at us. I took Sandy's hand because she's starting to slow down.
"Turn left," she said and I turned. I saw a boat in the middle of a snow-filled plaza. I saw Mom coming for us. "Mom!" I was so relieved to see her. She took my hand threw something like a curved stick to the three men. It head one's head. It only made it angry. The stick flew back to Mom's free hand. A teenager backed them away. Mom motioned us inside. I let Sandy go first.
"We're not gonna leave her behind!" I told Mom.
The teenager looked back to us. She is surrounded by a circle of gray light.
"Stop worrying about me kid. Just get on the boat," she said with force.
She look familiar. She wore a camouflage suit and leather boots. She has jet black hair, exquisitely carved features, luscious lips and brown eyes that seems to shimmer with different colors. For a split-second, i thought she was Mom.
"Aunt Hilda?" I asked myself.
Mom nodded. How come she looks so young? I turned to Sandy and she wore a puzzled expression, probably like what I look at the moment.
Aunt Hilda said something in a foreign tongue. All I ever understood was.
"I am Hilda Thomas, magician of the First Nome."
Wait.. is it Nome or Gnome?
She whispered under her breath. "Rise, all of you and serve me."
The pavement creaked and ten men came out of the fissures. I tensed. I noticed they were not men, they were ghosts! Oh my god!
They charge for the three men and started tearing their limbs out of their bodies. Instead of blood, the limbs turned into stone.
"Above!" Sandy shouted and ran out of the boat. Mom followed. We saw five men flying our way to us. "Desjardins." Mom scowled.
Aunt Hilda was standing with us now. "Run. Now!"
We ran for the boat and shot to the sky.
