text: [Themes: fantasy]
  
  The day was a day of mourning. You and your two brothers Michael and Gregory, have been packing your fathers things for three hours. A car was going to be coming to pick them up to go to your mothers home. Your mother wasn't kind. She was usually always drunk and she had a thing against you. She did enjoy your brothers though, which made you confused as to why you were treated so poorly.
  
  "Carrie, Lets go the cars here." said the much taller boy. He held a large box of their fathers books in his arms. They thought it would be wrong to throw them away. Your father was a writer and most of the books in his room were never sold due to the fact he wanted no one to have those books. Reasons unknown to them.
  
  [Author's Note: You play a young girl named Carrie. Until recently, your father has passed away and you and your two brothers are forced to go to live with your Mother. Afterwards, a book your father wrote catches your eye and now something is bound to happen. This is a unique story I have wrote, had erased(Curse you computer) and wrote AGAIN and had erased again (curse you computer -_-) This is only chapter 1! Chapter 1 is just the beginning. there will probably be......20 chapters?... maybe more XD]
  
  > go to the Car
  Michael took the large box of book and placed them into the trunk before getting into the car with you and your slightly older brother Gregory. The ride was long. It took about three hours to reach the town of San Morgan. The silence in the car was unnerving, but the driver, who was your fathers best friend, wouldn't turn on the music nor would he start any form of conversation. All you could do is look out the window and wait to get there.
  
  > Continue
  Finally the car came to a stop. The driver didnt get out of the car, but your older brother, Michael did. Gregory followed. You looked out of the window to see the front door of the two story house opened to show a blond haired lady in her mid 40's step out. It was their mother. You took a long relaxing breath to calm yourself. Your mother glanced at the car towards you for only just a second before smiling and hugging your brothers. You close your eyes and place your hand on the handle of the door knowing you had to get out of the car soon.
  
  > climb out of the Car
  You pushed the door open slowly and climbed out with no problems. Michael and Gregory look at you and so does your mother. Your mother turns her head from you and walked back into the house. You didnt expect much.
  
  "Dont worry, she will get used to you, Carrie. Your not 6 years old anymore." Michael said and he walked to the car to start taking boxes in the house. Gregory on the other hand went inside after their mother.
  
  You nod and head towards the car and grabbed a few boxes and headed towards the house. You come back again to the car and find only one left, Dads books. You smile faintly at the box and proceeded on taking it out. It was heavy but you can handle it. You went to the house with it and sighed when you heard arguing inside.
  
  > go to the Living room
  "She should be thrown out and sent to an orphanage! Why does she have to live here?" Yelled the somewhat drunk woman that was standing in front of the couch. Gregory was in the kitchen watching both Michael and their mother argue.
  
  "She is your daughter, Mother. You cant just throw her out." Said Michael. Seems they had this argument a few days ago as well, though it was over the phone.
  
  "She is no daughter of mine. I am going to have someone come here to take her to an orphanage!" She plopped down on the couch and fell over to lay on it.
  
  You sat by the door peeking in. You were saddened by your mothers words. You didn't like arguments.
  
  "If you have her taken away, I will leave too, mother." Michael crossed his arms over his chest. He knew that if he left, there will be no one to pay for food or the house.
  
  Your mother groaned at what Michael said and you knew your brother won the fight for now.
  
  "Fine, but I don't want anything to do with that brat." Your mother closed her eyes and proceeded to falling asleep on the couch.
  
  You decide to head upstairs before someone notices you eavesdropping.
  
  > Upstairs
  You had your own room. You were happy knowing you had your very own place in the house where you can read in peace. You have already finished unpacking, but the box of books were unpacked and placed in a corner in your room. You needed a book shelf first. All you had was a bed, a bed side table, a chair, and a dresser. You had no problem with that. As long as it was your little space. You sat on your bed and sighed and hoped everything will get better.
  
  You debate on what to do. Looking outside, it was starting to rain. You couldn't go outside to look around San Morgan today. You got up and moved around your room then sighed and looked at the stack of books in the corner.
  
  > Continue
  You move closer to the stack and looked at the book on top. She hadnt read any of those books yet. Her father never let them. Right now though, she was missing her father so much. He used to read stories to her. Stories he wrote just for her. Stories about Princesses, About Theives, also a story about Kingdoms. She loved those stories. It made her happy day to day. Now that he was gone, the stories left with him.
  
  She reached out and placed a hand on the top of the brown leather book atop of the large stack before picking it up. She traced her finger around the giant A that was on the center of the leather book. It felt smooth to the touch, unlike the leathery material of the cover it was printed on. She felt a prick on her finger and moved her hand away like the book burned her. She looked at her finger seeing blood sliding down her finger and dripping onto the leather cover.
  
  She winced and placed the book down on the bed to tend to her new wound. How did that happen?
  
  > Continue
  You leave to tend to the small wound on your finger. You dont understand how you can get a wound from a book that had no sharp corners. How is that possible? No matter, you needed a bandaid.
  
  The discarded book started humming and the blood that had dripped on it seeped into the large letter on the leather cover."Albanon..." A whisper came across the room. "Albanon is in Danger..."
  
  "We need you..."
  
  "We need you..." Many whispers joined in repeating over and over again.
  
  "She isn't ready." "No not ready at all." Said other hushed voices.
  
  "She is ready." Said another voice. "Yes, all she need is help." said a much more feminine hush.
  
  > go back to your room
  When you enter back into your room, you had already finished wrapping up your finger. The wound wasn't so big, but at least you had it covered. You looked out the window to see it was rather dark out there now. You should probably head off to sleep. You picked up the book and laid down on your small bed. You looked at it and noticed the blood wasn't on the book. Maybe the blood didn't land on it. Thats good, you didn't want to ruin one of your fathers books already. You smile and snuggled into your pillow tracing the A with your finger again.
  
  > open the book
  You opened the book. Maybe you can get some reading done before going to bed. You made yourself comfortable on your bed and read the first page. 'Albanon.' You smiled at just the name of the book and flipped to the first chapter.
  
  Upon this land stands mystery, wonder, and secrets.
  
  Upon this land holds Magic and Science, intertwined into one, so people of Albanon can live in harmony.
  
  Upon this we cast a bond held in blood, that our savior will bring peace to us once again.
  
  For we need the ruling of the Albright
  
  After reading the first bit of the book, words underneith it began to disappear. Maybe you were too tired to read after all? The lines of words continued disappearing and your eyes were starting to get really heavy. When the last word 'Albright' disappeared, your eyes closed and the book laid open upon your chest.
  
  Ending of Chapter 1