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She rolled the rug out of the way and revealed a star in a circle that was drawn out with white chalk on the floor...
“What’s that?”
“That…” she said as she went into Jenny’s dresser drawers and grabbed five different colored candles. “That is a pentacle.”
I swallowed and gave a little nod. She held out her hands and I had to scoot forward to take them. She told me to close my eyes and to relax. My eyelids draped my eyes but my heart wouldn’t calm down, no matter how much I tried. I was seriously feeling nauseous…
I opened my eyes a bit and found the circle beneath me lighting up and swirling with colors. My knees went weak and I could feel myself losing my balance.
“Caitlin!” I screamed before I fell in. My fall broke when Caitlin caught my hand. My body dangled and I forced my eyes not to look down.
Suddenly, the door slammed open and we heard “What’s going on?!”
Jenny just came in and immediately understood what was going on. She dove next to Caitlin and just when she went to reach for me, my hand slipped and I was falling deeper into the unknown.
“Anna!” I heard their voices scream into echoes. And then my world turned black…

Orphelia is mute. She cannot speak and is ignored because of this basic disability. Since she cannot do the things she wishes due to her disability, she dances most often. Readying for a recital, she meets Glytherin, her partner who spends time to read the words she writes on paper, and that leads her to allowing him to show her into a new world; a new realm. She regains her ability to hear, but faces different problems. She's told she's a fairy by Glytherin's forceful fiance, the princess, Lindsay who once upon a time, had stolen her face. Now since Orphelia has entered this realm, unwanted by Lindsay, or her mother the Queen, she must sacrifice herself as a warrior in an upcoming war. For the smallest hints along the way, she memorizes her passed-away-mother who left her little poems to show her along.

She rolled the rug out of the way and revealed a star in a circle that was drawn out with white chalk on the floor...
“What’s that?”
“That…” she said as she went into Jenny’s dresser drawers and grabbed five different colored candles. “That is a pentacle.”
I swallowed and gave a little nod. She held out her hands and I had to scoot forward to take them. She told me to close my eyes and to relax. My eyelids draped my eyes but my heart wouldn’t calm down, no matter how much I tried. I was seriously feeling nauseous…
I opened my eyes a bit and found the circle beneath me lighting up and swirling with colors. My knees went weak and I could feel myself losing my balance.
“Caitlin!” I screamed before I fell in. My fall broke when Caitlin caught my hand. My body dangled and I forced my eyes not to look down.
Suddenly, the door slammed open and we heard “What’s going on?!”
Jenny just came in and immediately understood what was going on. She dove next to Caitlin and just when she went to reach for me, my hand slipped and I was falling deeper into the unknown.
“Anna!” I heard their voices scream into echoes. And then my world turned black…

Orphelia is mute. She cannot speak and is ignored because of this basic disability. Since she cannot do the things she wishes due to her disability, she dances most often. Readying for a recital, she meets Glytherin, her partner who spends time to read the words she writes on paper, and that leads her to allowing him to show her into a new world; a new realm. She regains her ability to hear, but faces different problems. She's told she's a fairy by Glytherin's forceful fiance, the princess, Lindsay who once upon a time, had stolen her face. Now since Orphelia has entered this realm, unwanted by Lindsay, or her mother the Queen, she must sacrifice herself as a warrior in an upcoming war. For the smallest hints along the way, she memorizes her passed-away-mother who left her little poems to show her along.