Rafe walked down Justice Street his footsteps heavy with anger at what had just happened. He went to his younger sister's birthday to support her on the day. And what happens? His brother starts with him and they end up in a fist fight. To make matters worse was everyone there had thought the two were twins. While they did have the same birthday they only shared a father and not a mother. Rafe was tall at 6'2'' with a frame that looked thing but was pure muscle underneath. His hair was long, straight, black and silky, reaching to his knees. His eyes were to shining emeralds and for clothing on this fine day he wore a nice black dress shoes and pants and a white long-sleeved dress shirt adorned with blood from his fight. His brother had piercings all along his left ear and his black hair was cut to chin length with the ends spiked out a little. His eyes were the same green but then again the hair and eyes traits were from their man-whore of a father. His brother had shown up wearing a t-shirt, and some jeans along with some boots that had heels that seemed to high for a guy to wear in Rafe's opinion.<br/><br/>Rafe stopped for a moment to rub his shoulder as it was aching from banging into a wall. He then looked around to try to get bearings on where he had ended up. He noticed he was on the corner of Holy Tree Drive and Justice Street, right in front of a little antique shop. He thought of his younger sister crying because the two had started fighting and figured he should make it up to her. He walked into the shop to see if he could find anything that she would like, gaining strange looks from the only other customer and the shopkeeper. Why were they looking at him weird? Oh yeah the blood covered shirt. Considering the blood wasn't his, it made sense for them to worry.<br/><br/>He looked around but couldn't find anything of true interest. Mostly pots and clocks and other things his sister wouldn't like. He found a nice dollhouse but she hated those kind of things. As he was about to leave something with a tree design caught his eye. Picking it up he discovered it was a journal. He felt the cover, tracing the design with his fingers feeling as though there was something about the journal. He opened it up feeling yet another odd feeling as he did so. He scanned the pages seeing some were written in by many different people. He looked over at the shopkeeper to ask for the price, pausing for just a moment as the shopkeeper was looking at him even stranger than before. "How strange. Whenever I tried to open that journal it did not work but you opened it with such ease."<br/><br/>Rafe nodded at the man's words in reply before finding out the price. He quickly paid and left before the owner said anymore crazy things. He thought about giving it to his sister but decided against it in the end as he walked into his studio apartment.<br/><br/>There wasn't much in it, just a bookshelf with books, stereo, futon, bathroom, and small kitchen with of course a fridge, unused stove, microwave, trash can and toaster. A dresser was against a wall as well for his clothes and there was an ironing board on the bathroom door. Two chairs were by a small fold down table that sat on a wall and a small closet held linens. He placed the journal on the table before grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom and turning on the water to shower. He then proceeded to strip, catching sight of the large tattoo of black wings on his back as he hopped into the shower washing off any blood on his skin and cleaning any wounds he had. When he was done a dressed for bed in a long-sleeved white shirt and black plaid pj pants, he thought about going to bed but in the end decided to look at the journal again.<br/><br/>Opening it he skimmed some of the pages reading their entries. He found the first most interesting as it talked about magic, as did others as he skimmed through. Taking out a pen from a kitchen drawer he figured that people had made the journal to be like a story so he decided to play along as he placed the pen to the paper writing the date on the top before starting his actual message on paper.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Rafe's Journal Entry One</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Rafe here...not sure if that was the proper way to start this but oh well. I guess in these you write about your day so let's see...my day was horrid. I tried to enjoy my sister's birthday but that lasted only moments before my brother started his usual non-stop annoying talking. It of course ended up with the two of us fist fighting. I won if you judge by most damage done, but if its most hits in then he did, not that they were strong though considering I aimed and left him worse off. And then after that I left and well found this in some random antique shop. Guess that's all I have to say...</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">*********************</div><br/><br/>As Rafe tried to think of how to end his entry he closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them he was on a bridge by a castle. He looked in awe at the castle and recognized it's design from the first journal's description. He pinched himself only to discover he was not dreaming. But how did he end up here in the past? The journal couldn't have...could it? He looked around for signs of anyone that could help him.