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In 1692, a little girl named Dorothy Good, sat in a jail cell for months after watching her mother being hanged. Years later, her father was credited with labeling her as “good for nothing” and a “waste of a human life” because she became a mute and was unable to cook and clean.

The Salem Witch Trials, while an important part of our American history, tore lives apart and in doing so, sent one little girl over the edge. Little Dorothy Good was a witch and while everyone assumed she went insane, she really cloned herself and then did something incredible. She called on the Egyptian Gods; Re, Osiris, Isis, Ma ’at, and Twaret to help her open up a new dimension between the living and the dead. Dorothy Good left her clone behind in Salem while she was free to practice magic without being judged.

Dorothy asked the Gods to create some friends for her and in doing so, created three important families; the Brewsters, the Plymouths, and the Yalethorps. As the years passed by, they se-arched all over America, looking for others like them, who could practice magic. Soon, Dorothy’s world was growing and thriving. Her powers became unrivaled and she created a great building, larger than anything ever constructed, that held a large mall, as well as housing their government and a school for their offspring to learn and grow in.

While this was Dorothy’s world, not everyone who lived there was good. Though it seemed like a good idea to call on the Egyptian Gods, Dorothy was unaware of their own animosities. In life, Osiris’ brother, Seth, killed him out of jealousy. When Isis, Osiris’ wife, brought him back to life, Seth tore him to pieces and spread his body across Egypt. When Dorothy called on Osiris and not Seth, he became enraged. He demanded that Re, the creator, grant him one request in this new dimension; to create a son for Seth to exist in Dorothy’s world. Seth promised not to interfere further and so, Re, being wise and understanding that there cannot be good without evil, approved Seth’s request.

The son of Seth, who he named Oliver, never knew where he came from or anything about his family. While others grew in love and prosperity, Oliver felt left out. He became angry because the more he tried to impress others with his magical abilities; the more they all ignored him. At last, he began to plot his revenge. At the next elder meeting, where the original families met, Oliver carried out an unspeakable crime, using his powers to call for his victim’s skin, hair and, then internal organs, killing that person instantly. Oliver was captured and killed in the same way. Thereafter, his wife and son were banished.

Over the next many generations, Dorothy’s world recover-ed and eventually began to thrive once more, only to be met with Seth’s many great grandson, who vowed to avenge his family by killing every last member of the original witching families. He accomplished total devastation and became known as the Sorcerer. When only one child from each of the three families were left, the delegate’s sent them to an orphanage together, out of their dimen-sion and hidden in the middle of the United States in Colorado. The delegates captured the Sorcerer thereafter, and all was well, but dark. This was the first time that dimension was without its leaders.

The lone boy, Paul and two girls, Aimee and Juniper, were old enough to remember what happened and as soon as they graduated from high school, they made their way back to reclaim the beautiful world that their ancestors created. With the Sorcerer locked up, Paul and Aimee married and took back their world while Juniper sought to train as hard as she could. Years later, Paul and Aimee shared with everyone that Aimee was pregnant with twins. Everyone in this world, called Magullas, was overjoyed. The more powerful delegates were known as Master Magullas. Both Paul and Aimee, along with Juniper, were called High-Powers because they alone could use and manipulate both fire and water. Master Magullas could control water only. Then there were people like the Sorcerer, called Blaze Catchers, who worked with fire and dark magic. Luckily, in their world, there were few Blaze Catchers and, when they came across a Magulla that seemed like they were headed down a dark path, Paul, Aimee and Juniper agreed that they would banish them to the Sector. In this new dimension, the United States was still the same shape of land, just in a different space. The three families decided long ago that it would be divided into three territories; the Sector, of which the dark ones were sent and ran down the west coast, the Nation, which was the entire east coast, where the three families all reigned and lastly, there was the Accord. This space was the center of the U.S. and was setup for people in the Nation to expand into.

Several months after Paul and Aimee announced their pregnancy, the Sorcerer escaped. After going to the Sector to rejuvenate his growing base of delinquents, he returned to the Nation and attempted to kill the remaining three. The Sorcerer failed, though he sent Aimee into early labor and in an effort to save his family, Paul decided that he and Aimee would leave this world until there wasn’t a threat. He hated leaving his people, but he had to think of his family. Juniper stayed behind and threw herself into her training.

Dream Day begins fifteen years after this point.


This is the Life

Modest Personalities

Later in the afternoon, during fifth period at Apachi High School, the Brewster twins, Isaac and Kailyn, patiently waited for the day to end. As the last report of the day in their history class, Kailyn jumped up out of her seat to recite her written paper in front of the class. In a very dramatic voice she read:


Journal Entry #423

They threw me into a cold hard jail cell after I testified. I cried out, “I hate you! You’ll go to hell for this, Father! To hell!” My father didn’t say a word. He watched them take me away with what looked like a twisted smile on his face. I kicked and screamed and, cried out for my mother, I would only see her one last time.

While I sat in jail, they hanged her! I saw what happened through the barred window in my cell. I watched, horrified, as they placed the rope around her neck. When they let her go, her neck snapped and, her body swung back and forth under that big tree.

I watched my mother’s body. My own body shook and, I vomited from crying so hard. My mother’s eyes were cold and still and the people that I grew up with just watched and clapped. Some even cheered! I didn’t want to see, but my father held my head in place, forcing me to watch.

They kept me in jail for eight months after that and, I cried every day. My father never came to see me, nor did my aunts, uncles, or cousins.

They say I cried so hard for so long that I went insane. When I got out, my father was credited with labeling me as, “good for nothing.” I turned into a mute and many thought I was a waste of a human being because I was unable to cook, clean, or bear children.

I live in Salem, Massachusetts, and the year is 1701. Our village is still a joke to Boston and probably to the rest of the world. A horrid group of girls created this lie about witches living among us. The people in the village believed them. That’s when my father accused my mother. Why would he do that? MONSTER!


“And that’s my report on Dorothy Good, the daughter of Sarah, who was one of the first so-called witches to be executed,” said Kailyn, trying to finish as quickly as possible while still delivering a riveting performance.

The class cheered and, she sat back down. Her teacher quickly graded it.

“That was pretty smart how you turned it into a journal entry, Kailyn,” said Steven, a boy sitting next to her.

“Yeah, except kinda twisted, KL,” said Cole, a close friend.

Kailyn laughed and said, “Eh, what are you gonna do? You know that’s what happened.”

Steven turned to the closest girl next to him. Out of total boredom, he asked, “Hey, Sarah, how come you don’t shave your legs?”

She looked completely horrified.

“Dude. What’s wrong with you?” asked Cole.

“What?” he said, not realizing there was anything wrong with the question.

“Don’t talk to her like that. Why are you even looking anyway… in the middle of class?” asked Cole.

In an attempt to take Sarah’s mind off of Steven’s comment, Kailyn’s brother, Isaac, said with a devilish grin, “Hey Sarah, check this out.”

Sarah smiled and shook her head, “Don’t do it,” she warned. “I don’t know if anyone’s told you, but foil and electrical sockets don’t go well together,” she continued, urging him to pull back.

Just then, a very old, round Asian man came into their class and walked up to the front to speak to their teacher.

Kailyn would have tried to stop her brother, especially since their principal had just walked in, but she knew that he’d still do it so, why not see what happens?

Isaac whispered with a devious smile and said, “Come on, Sarah, it’s just a little gum wrapper.” He gently pushed the foil wrapper into the socket. Immediately, greenish-white sparks shot out, along with small plumes of grey smoke. The other students jumped back.

In a loud whisper, Cole said, “Isaac, let go.”

He couldn’t let it go. He was a little stunned. Sarah slapped his hand away from the wrapper while Cole kicked it out of the socket, so their teacher wouldn’t see the evidence. Isaac’s eyes were as wide as a goldfish’s when a cat peers into its bowl.

“Wow!” said Sarah, trying hard not to laugh.

Isaac held up his finger in front of his face. “It’s red,” he moaned. He laughed sadly and muttered, “So, not cool. It was funny though, right?”

The few students, who had been watching Isaac, laughed quietly.

The principal waddled down Isaac’s row, attempting to leave. The rows seemed to be too tight for him to fit, however. As he passed by, he inadvertently shoved Isaac’s finger straight toward his eye.

Isaac yelped and, the principal backed up very carefully to assess the damage. He looked down over his glasses and said in a very thick Asian accent, “Why you poke yourself in eye? You no poke yourself in face.”

Isaac let out a small laugh mixed with a pitiful whine.

Without the accent, the Principal asked, “No, I’m just kidding around. Are you okay, Isaac?”

“Yes, sir.”

The principal shook his head and before he left the classroom, he said, “Go, Warriors! Do a great job this weekend, young man.”

Isaac gave the principal a nod and the kids began to laugh.

Mrs. Valdez stormed down the rows to where the smoky stench was coming from. “What’s going on here? Do I need to send all of you to the principal’s office just before winter break begins?” she barked.

Isaac whispered to Sarah out of the corner of his mouth, “Like he’s going to do anything to his star basketball player.”

Sarah couldn’t help but smile.

“Do you think this is funny, Sarah? What is that horrible smell? Sarah, I expect an answer,” The teacher demanded.

Sarah’s eyes shot back and forth, feeling unjustly accused. Cole and Isaac tried desperately to hold in their laughter. Mrs. Valdez shook her head in disappointment and went back to her desk.

“Can you believe your retarded brother?” Sarah whispered to Kailyn.

She shook her head. “Who pokes himself in the eye, Isaac?” asked Kailyn.

“It was the principal!”

“Uh huh, poor baby,” she said in a sympathetic voice.

The bell rang just in time and everyone rushed out.

“Sorry, Sarah,” said Isaac. He flashed his big, puppy-dog eyes.

She smiled and pushed past them. “Call me later, Kailyn,” she said.

As they walked down the hall, groups of kids seemed to gravitate toward them. Just about a hundred feet away from their last class, a dozen of their friends were walking with them, engaging in their own conversations.

Isaac looked down the hallway and yelled out, “Hey, Kristen,” he said to a girl walking toward them. She always seemed to be by herself, but she gave him a smile as she passed by.

“She’s my friend, Isaac. She doesn’t want to talk to you,” Kailyn teased.

Just about everyone who knew Kailyn Brewster loved her irresistible personality. She had light, coffee-colored eyes and very long and straight, dark brown hair that she always kept up in a messy bun. She was a very pretty girl, but it was hard to tell because she was an athlete at heart and often dressed like one.

While soccer was Kailyn’s first love, her second greatest love was for people. She was class president, in the school plays and choir and, belonged to four different clubs. She loved to be involved in her school and wanted to get to know as many of her peers as possible.

“Yeah, yeah,” laughed Isaac.

Kailyn walked over to say hi while the boys continued on to their next class. Just ahead, Isaac and Cole saw a boy walking very slowly through the crowd with his teacher.

“Larry!” yelled Isaac.

The boy’s eyes lit up when he heard the friendly voice. “How’s it go-ing, Big Guy?” he asked in a slurred voice. He has Down’s Syndrome.

“Big Guy? No way, you’re the big man on campus,” Isaac encouraged.

Just then, two boys rushed past and knocked Larry’s books onto the floor.

“Hey, you guys gonna pick those up?” Cole yelled.

“It’s o-k,” Larry said. He bent down to pick up his books, but Isaac got to them first.

The two boys looked back. “Hey, sorry man,” said one of them. The other took his hat off and put it on Larry, backwards. “Can you forgive us?”

Larry smiled and said, “Sure.”

“Brewster, Madden, good luck this weekend. We’ll be there,” said the first boy. Then they took off running down the hall to their next class.

“Greenwood Moun-tain better watch out,” Larry chanted. “We’re gonna des-troy them.”

Isaac and Cole laughed and continued on their way.

“Did you hear about the scout coming to the game?” asked Cole as he and Isaac walked through the door of Mr. Phillips’ American Literature class.

“No, I didn’t, but all that means is that we need to really put on a good show,” Isaac said. “It’s not like we’ll be going to college anytime soon. We still have a few years.”

Cole nodded and said, “True that.”

With a nod of his head, Isaac said, “Coach,” and they walked toward the back row.

“Mr. Brewster!” called a booming voice from the front of the class.

Isaac answered in an equally deep voice, “Yes, Coach?”

“I assume that you and Mr. Madden will need a few more hours to touch-up your papers,” he said. Mr. Phillips was also the school’s basketball coach. He was about 6’4” and, when he stood near the front row, he towered over his students.

In the classroom, Mr. Phillips inspired his students and challenged them daily. When the young coach lectured, it was like listening to a friend preach about the injustices of the world. He hated to conform and relentlessly impressed upon his students the idea of thinking for oneself.

“No, sir,” Isaac answered.

“Really?” Mr. Phillips asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m hurt,” Cole said with a smile and the class laughed. “I mean, we were so excited on Monday when you assigned the project, that we went right home after practice and diligently worked on it. Isn’t that right, KL?” he asked just as she walked into the classroom.

Kailyn rolled her eyes as she sat down in the front row to speak to some of the kids who were also in the school play.

Isaac tried to deliver a good story for his classmates. “It’s true, Coach. Remember when Cole got hit in the face with the ball at practice?” he explained while his classmates began to laugh. “Excuse me,” he said, “my boy was thinking of his topic. That was the point of my story.”

“Yeah, thanks, Isaac,” said Cole.

With both eyebrows raised, Mr. Phillips asked, “Madden gets hit with the ball at least once a week, Brewster. How would one tell the difference?”

“Yeah, that’s funny. Laugh it up, Coach,” Cole said. Everyone laughed.

Both Isaac and Cole had the class clown mentality. Aside from being joined at the hip both inside and outside of school, they were the first sophomore co-captains of their school’s varsity basketball team; the youngest ever. In fact, the team had never won a championship in the decade before they had joined. While Isaac was the star, he wouldn’t accept the praise. He believed that everyone played an equal part and, with Cole’s help, the team con-tinued to achieve.

“Alright, kiddies, give me a few minutes to enter in all these grades and we’ll end class early,” said Mr. Phillips.

“Early?” asked Isaac, astonished.

“That’s right. I want you all to leave before the bell rings, so you don’t wind up becoming mindless drones, unable to think for yourselves,” said Coach Phillips. He stood in front of the class with his hands tucked away in his jean pockets. He was one of the youngest teachers in their school, but it was hard to tell because he lacked energy.

“Here we go,” said Cole.

“Coach,” whined Kailyn. Her head collapsed in her hands.

“Fine, fine. If you want to conform to an uneducated society, be my guest,” said the Coach.

“How’s that?” Isaac asked.

Kailyn whispered to her brother, “Seriously, dude. Why do you encourage this?”

Coach Phillips lowered his gaze to the floor and moped back over to his desk. “Have I not taught you anything?” he said.

Cole understood that if not interrupted quickly, they would be forced to hear an hour-long rant. So, he said, “Coach, Coach, Coach, unlike my boy here, I completely understand what you’re talking about. That experiment where the psychologist, um, Pavlov was his name, would ring a bell to make the dog salivate…the dogs were conditioned to do a particular thing just by hearing a specific sound. By letting us go early, you’re giving us the opportunity to think for ourselves instead of conforming to some fascist’s ideal where we’ll eventually end up in a mind-numbing job, working nine to five, married with 2.5 kids…” Cole preached. The laughing and now applause, however, interrupted his sermon.

With a proud smile on his face, Coach Phillips said, “Very good.”

“You’re such a dork,” whispered Isaac.

“Yeah, but did it get him to stop?” asked Cole with a smile.

Isaac shook his head and grabbed a notebook from his backpack. He sat and repeatedly sketched a play for Saturday’s games. His upper body slouched down over his desk, allowing him to keep his play a secret. Isaac’s curly hair hung just below his eyebrows so that his deep emerald eyes were barely visible. The color of his hair was about the only thing that matched his sister. While Kailyn was average height for a fifteen-year-old, she seemed a bit short because all of their peers were sixteen. Despite that, Isaac was several inches taller than all the other sophomores. He was built just like a future basketball player - tall, average weight and with developing muscles.

“Hey Coach, did you ask Zeke how the dance was?” asked Cole. The name, Zeke, short for Ezekiel was given by Cole and was sometimes adopted by their friends, when they were much younger. Cole thought Zeke sounded like I-saac the first time he had heard it in church and just as in the Bible, Cole compared his best friend to the Saint for his strength and deep compassion for all people.

While Isaac was a few inches taller than his friends, Cole was much shorter, though still taller than Kailyn. And, like the twins, he was also fifteen. However, Isaac and Cole couldn’t be more opposite. Cole had sandy blond hair and dark brown eyes. They did share a couple of similarities; acceptance of others, no matter what, and their love of basketball.

“Let me see… You would have gone with… Keri,” said Coach Phillips. He chose his words carefully.

“And Alana,” added another student.

“Don’t forget Anna,” Cole said.

“Brewster…,” Coach Phillips said in a very deep, reproachful voice. “Did these young ladies know about each other?”

Isaac grinned.

“Please, Coach, it was their idea,” laughed Cole.

“Slug,” said Coach as he shook his head. Everyone laughed. Coach Phillips finished grading the papers and leaned back in his chair with his arms up behind his head. “How do you get away with something like that?” he asked.

“I can’t help it if all the girls want me,” Isaac joked.

Coach rolled his eyes.

This was a typical day in Coach Phillips’ class - laidback and with lots of joking around. Two weeks earlier, the class had started to read the play Macbeth; Coach Phillips moved all the desks side-by-side in a big circle so that everyone was facing each other. Students had taken turns reading paragraphs, but Coach had only allowed them to read a few sentences at a time to make sure everyone knew what was going on in the play. It took the class up until the previous day to finish reading it, but Coach revealed the lowest score on the test to be a B+.

“I almost forgot, Kailyn, congratulations on your part in the next school play,” encouraged Coach Phillips. “The lead? Wow. What play is it?”

She smiled shyly. “It’s called Fools, I think,” she said, “I’ve never heard of it.”

“She didn’t just get the lead, Coach. She’s gonna be in the honors acting class next semester too,” said Cole proudly.

“That’s right. My sister had to audition, and singing was a requirement of her audition!”

“Is that right? Kailyn, we are all at the mercy of your hopefully sweet voice. Sing something,” said Coach.

“Get real,” she said.

He laughed. “It won’t interfere with soccer, will it?”

“No, Coach. I’ll still be playing in the spring,” she said with a smile.

“Alright, kiddies, here are your tests. So, come drop off your papers in exchange and stay safe this winter break.”

“I can’t believe we’re getting out of class early,” Isaac said with an eyebrow raised. “Coach is so weird.”

“I’m going to run to my locker and grab my script. I want to make sure I have it over break,” said Kailyn. “I’ll meet you guys on the field.”

Isaac and Cole nodded and got up to leave, but there were two girls monopolizing the area around the desk.

“Gosh, it took me so long to finish,” said one girl. She rushed past the other girl and unknowingly knocked a large stack of Coach’s papers onto the floor.

Isaac put his hat on backwards and jumped up to help them. Cole followed.

“Thanks,” one of the girls said, very embarrassed.

“You’re always knocking things over, Sami,” said the other girl.

“I know, I know. Hey, me and Stephanie will be playing at your game during halftime. I hope you win,” she said.

“Of course, we’re gonna win. Isaac has the highest shooting percentage in the state,” Stephanie gushed.

“You know, last time I checked, knocking down two or three 3-pointers each game was pretty good,” Cole said with a funny expression on his face, “not to mention, I’m a killer point-guard.”

“I guess,” Sami said. She smiled at Cole and twirled her hair, innocently.

“Let’s go get our last class over with,” said Cole.

“It’s stuck,” said Stephanie. She tried again to open the door.

In a deep voice, Cole said, “Here, let a man open it for you.” He stuck his chest out and flexed his biceps.

“Here we go,” said Isaac.

Cole pushed and pulled, but he couldn’t open the door. “Alright, now I’m really mad. Stand back,” he said. He squinted his eyes and backed up all the way to the other side of the room. Then, at full speed, he charged toward the door and splat. He fell backwards.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna feel that tomorrow. Uh,” Cole groaned.

“It’s too bad we didn’t get stuck in here with a couple of football players,” Stephanie joked.

“Seriously, you’re a guard, not a linebacker. Not to mention you should be at least taller than the doorknob to do that. Let me try,” Isaac said. He backed up to the other side of the classroom and while starring at the door knob, he charged toward the door.

“Here we go again,” Sami whispered to Stephanie.

Isaac was inches away from the door when it suddenly opened on its own. Completely confused, he fell to the floor and slid out of the classroom and into the hall. He stopped just at Coach Phillips’ shoes.

“Uh, hey Coach,” Isaac said, looking up.

“I forgot some of my papers. You know,” said Coach Phillips as he bent down, “it’s better to do push-ups in the weight room.”

With a laugh, Isaac said, “Oh, you know me, Coach. Anytime I can pump up these guns.” While still lying on the ground, he asked, “Did you open the door?”

“Now how would I open the door from way over here, Brewster?” questioned Coach.

Isaac looked over to Cole with a puzzled expression. “What just happened?” he asked.

The bell rang and soon the hall was full of students.

“Hey, Isaac, what are you do-ing dow-n there?” asked Larry. He offered Isaac a hand up.

“Hey, thanks man.”

“Wow, that was really weird,” Sami said. She stood in the doorway with Cole and Stephanie.

“No, doubt. Are you sure you’re not, like, a witch or something?” Stephanie joked.

“Yeah, that’s funny,” said Isaac, “I’d have to be a wizard though, wouldn’t I?”

“Hey, he could be. He does have an unusually high shooting percentage. I mean, you could play college basketball,” Sami added. “Maybe even the Pros?”

“Yeah, it’s called practice,” Cole said protectively, “come on, now we’re going to be late.” As they walked to their next class, there was an awkward silence.

“So, that was weird, huh?” Cole asked.

Isaac shrugged his shoulders and they continued on their way to meet Kailyn before their practice began.



It’s early in the evening at the home of Aimee and Paul Brewster, two lawyers who have raised their three children in Colorado for the past fifteen years. Their house sits dozens of miles away from the underprivileged society of the state’s capital and right smack in the middle of the newer developments of the upper middle class.

It was a usual cold and dry winter evening in Colorado. The snowstorm that ended the day before had left half a dozen inches of snow. It was only halfway through December and, it already looked like Christmas.

The Brewster teenagers, along with their little sister, Bailey and Cole, were playing together in the basement. Aimee shivered and quickly shut the door after taking out the trash. She turned around and, as she did, a slender woman appeared in front of her.

“Ma’am, it’s time,” said the woman with straight blonde hair down to her shoulders.

Aimee’s hand shot to her chest, breathing deeply, she said, “Sparta? What are you doing here? How dare you use magic in our home.”

“I’ve come for the children,” she said.

Paul walked into the living room to see his wife speaking to the visitor. Without hesitation, he calmly interjected, “No, Sparta. I know what you’re here for. I’m sorry, but the answer is no and, you need to leave before the children see you.”

The woman clearly had an agenda, but it was obvious that the respect she had for the Brewster parents took priority. “Try to understand my position,” she reasoned, “the war is upon us.”

“They will never know your world,” Aimee insisted while she shook her head. “As it is, they don’t know anything about our past.”

Sparta was visibly hurt and insulted. “This is not my world, it’s yours and, I’m sorry to hear that, however, the Trinity is in jeopardy.”

Paul was slightly interested and, he asked, “Is the alliance of the Accord in question?” At the end of the day, Paul was a leader at heart and her world was once important to them, so it was hard not to take interest.

“Yes, sir. The support of the Accord is not guaranteed because there’s a new leader, who is…”

Aimee shook her head in disgust and said, “This has nothing to do with us. I’m sorry.”

“But the school is in jeopardy which means everyone and, everything is in jeopardy.”

“And you’re running it beautifully, sweetheart. We made a good choice in you,” Aimee said, completely ignoring the woman’s claims.

“With all due respect, our leaders decided to live happily ever after in another dimension,” Sparta said with a touch of attitude, “leaving us with a world in chaos.”

Paul wasn’t about to let anyone guilt them into returning to a world that caused them such pain. He had to think about his children now. “No, Sparta. We abdicated. This responsibility is no longer ours. Our family has held the Trinity together long enough. This is your problem now,” Paul warned.

“Your family created the holy Trinity. Besides that, we’ve instituted a new system; elections,” she said, “and one is coming up. The people want you back. The delegates at your school are pushing for your names to be added to the ballot.” Sparta understood the importance of why she was there. She just didn’t know how to make them understand. These two were the most important people in her world. How do you speak to the equivalent of Gods? Carefully, she thought. “Listen, while I agree that you two are the best answer, the only answer for our people; that’s not why I personally am here.”

Aimee lowered her eyebrows.

“While I can’t force you to become the Magullan leaders we need, I have to insist that you allow your children to train.”

With a laugh at the ridiculous inclination, Aimee quickly said, “No. I’m sorry, but that won’t allow them to succeed here…to go to college. They’ll be put so far behind to learn things that won’t help them here,” Aimee explained.

Sparta tilted her head to the side slightly, squinted her eyes and insisted, “If your children don’t at least train now, they will be vulnerable. Our world is in chaos and if you don’t think that’s going to affect you; spill over to your life here, I don’t know what to say except that’s a dangerous position to put yourselves in. What was foretold came from your own family. How can you deny that?” she explained, but she was quickly interrupted.

Aimee pleaded, “That’s just it. This world suits us. Our children are growing up to be good, strong people in their own right. Some ridiculous foretelling won’t change that. They are safe here and only here.”

Quickly losing hope, Sparta said, “That’s absolutely not true. He can and will come to this dimension. Now, I can’t make you do something you don’t want to; however, it’s the position of our delegates that the children make their own decisions.”

With another laugh, Aimee said, “Well, that’s just not going to happen.”

“The delegates thought you’d refuse, so Juniper was told that it was your wish for the children to be given back their abilities and, that you didn’t feel comfortable performing the spell on them after all these years. So, as of today, but more so tomorrow, they should be, well… let’s just say, aware of what’s to come.”

Paul slammed his hand down over the kitchen table, cracking it down the center and yelled, “No, Sparta. You didn’t…,” He was angry and completely heartbroken.

“They have to be able to protect themselves. You are only hurting them by keeping them in the dark. I wish you would see that,” Pleaded Sparta.

“Sparta Bristow!” screamed Aimee. “Get out of our home!”

“It’s only training. And listen, they’ll have the protection spell on them.”

“That protects them from death alone, Sparta,” Aimee pleaded, “You can’t do this. So, many other horrible things can happen if he knows where they are.”

Sparta wasn’t wavering however, and, said, “When you’re ready, give me a call.” And, with that, she orbed out of their living room.

The house was quiet; too quiet.

“Children…,” Aimee called out.


About me

Harper Athens is 35, living in Colorado. She loves to write whether its an advanced curriculum for her preschool, children books for those kiddos, or this series, Dream Day. She's a business owner and creator of a non-profit that helps to raise a kinder, smarter, more empathetic generation.

Q. What is the inspiration for the story?
A friend from high school who was killed in a car accident. He was a popular athlete that encouraged love and acceptance for everyone.
Q. What books have influenced your life the most?
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest and Man's Search For Meaning
Q. Why do you write?
I love to make people laugh; to entertain them. I love to brings concepts together that seem as though they are out of left field in order to create something amazing!

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