The Pens of Fate [1](Saga remastered) {Jun.27, 2023}

Prologue/Note from the Author

This book contains and mentions sensitive material relating to mental illnesses, several personality disorders, suicide, suicidal thoughts, post-traumatic stress disorder, murder, death, alcoholism, self-harm, and depression. Reader discretion is highly advised and it is important to practice self-care during and after reading. There is foul language, substance abuse, multiple types of abuse as well. Some of the events, people, and timelines are based on true aspects of my life, so keep a clear mindset.

I will continue to write for myself, not for the people who judge based on what my cover looks like. They will miss out on these torn pages that bleed to please because of what is written in them. To my inner angels who kept fighting against the demons of my mind, I want to thank you for it. And to those inner monsters of mine, thank you for being my inspiration for the dance that came from these stories. To the angels who stood beside me while I battled evil in my childhood, these books and stories will represent how you have been there for me. 

And to the younger me, who gave it all they had to entertain the audience around them; you were going to do great things. Don't you ever look back and question the choices that lead you to the me that I have become...

Chapter One

The cold October breeze blew through the bright reds and oranges that littered the pavement. The wind made the leaves dance as a young man walked by. His long black hair flowed as he walked, sometimes his hair would move past his light green eyes. These eyes were cold despite being brightly colored. They are hiding a traumatizing past within them. The boy walked with his head so full of thoughts of the past, the past practically carried him throughout his life, that he didn’t see the person in front of him until they were both on top of the other. 

The two, now on the ground both covered in little bumps and bruises, locked eyes with the other. The green eyed boy was looking at this smaller person who based on a few times of looking for any general way of describing the person, he couldn’t find the words to do so. They looked like the most dark and honestly quite feminine but that was a rougher undertone to their appearance as well. Their eyes stared deep into his own, reflecting the full moon that had just peeked out from behind the suburban houses. The two teens quickly picked themselves up and dusted off the dirt. The two hardly spoke till the boy finally realized that the collision had caused both teens' bags to throw up the contents. The other teen had already started to pick up the belongings, while quietly uttering curses at nothing in particular. They then stood quickly and turned away from the other person. The boy was still in confusion at the meaning behind this act of bitterness when he got back home and checked his own belongings to make sure they were all intact. When he dumped the contents of his bag onto the desk, a small box fell out along with the day’s school work. A sinister vibe originated from the box and the teen could feel it all around him… 

The Gothic looking teenager made it back to their own world where an older looking teen sat on a bed waiting for them. The goth let out a sigh of frustration as the boy walked over to them and held the smaller teen in his arms. 

“Babe, I really fucked up this time,” the goth muttered into their boyfriend’s chest, “I lost a pen.” 

The boyfriend smiled sweetly as he spoke, “Ada, you have been through worse situations like with your dad and that time in your prep school.”

The goth pulled back from the hug and shuttered from the thought of that fourth grade incident. The goth titled it “The Anne Angel Fiasco” and it was the only other time when the Pens of Fate fell into the hands. The goth shook the memories out of their mind. 

“But I can’t find the missing pen! What if one of the characters starts an unholy war against everything?!” The anguish and fear radiated from their voice as tears started to form in the corners of their brown eyes.

The boyfriend looked down at the smaller teen and winked, “I have a feeling that if there is a war you would be gathering up your own army.”

The goth looked back up at him and smiled at the chance to fight again. They have been closed off from being able to truly be free from the aggression built from all the abuse they used to deal with, and now there is a small chance to save lives and kick ass. The goth quickly kissed their boyfriend and grabbed a small bag and opened a little brown notebook… 

As the sun rose behind the evergreen colored hills; two sisters stood, hand-in-hand, watching the tall grass of the valley dance in the Summer wind. The two girls’ long black hair danced in the wind as the moon and stars went to bed. 

Then, the screams of the sisters’ village broke the beautiful sounds of the Summer morning. The scene they saw was their worst nightmare; houses were burning down with flames of red and yellow reaching out towards the sky, bandits came from every direction, slaying the innocent, children were crying softly as they hid under their dead mothers who gave their lives to save their children. 

Unaware that someone else was watching the horrific scene, the two sisters picked up the swords of the fallen men and started to fight to honor the ones who had died. 

Sitting on the roof of a burning house, a young teen who came from a different world with brown hair watched with a look that showed no expression. As their brown eyes reflected the light of the burning flames around them, they twirled a pen on the tips of their fingers. Who will give the other her life? the goth thought to their self. 

The younger sister was fighting one bandit when another snuck behind her. When the older sister had driven the rest off, the sound of a sword hitting the ground made her turn around. Then, it went black... 

As golden ashes fell to the ground, the cries of the younger sister echoed through the valley. She hugged the cold body of her dear loved one. She had given her life to the younger to save her. 

The sound of footsteps walking through the mud made from blood broke the sister’s cries. The goth approached her, carrying a small colorful box and a brown leather book. 

“Who are you?” the sister asked in between her sobs. 

“My name is Adaline, and I have a gift for you.”

As the teen opened both the box and the book, the sister’s ice-blue eyes widened with awe. 

“This book holds all the worlds that I have written. I can’t change the past with this pen,” they said gesturing at the pen in the box as they continued, “ but I can take back the pain and memories of this night.” The girl looked at Adaline, “May I see this place one last time?” Adaline nodded. The girl went to the lake where she then buried her older sister. The moon shined above the lake on that starless night. Adaline stood back, looking out into the night as the girl started to sing a lullaby,

“Let the waters guide your soul home, back to me.

Let the stars be your light- ooh.

Let the moon be your resting place while I wait for you to come home, back to me.”

Adaline looked back at her, “I made the pens as parts of me to fight my inner demons, while I hid in my old bedroom fighting depression and trying to learn how to love myself. Now, I need to help you, but only if you want to.” She looked at Adaline and nodded, “I will help you get the pen back if you take the pain away.” 

“You know that there is no going back.”

The girl nodded as Adaline pulled out the pen which then turned into a mask, “Wear this and the pain will be gone, but if and when it is off the memories will come back. So when you are ready to move on it will help you.”

That girl was now named the Forgotten and now changes her fate with Adaline in hopes of saving all the story worlds...  

*Note from Adaline*

You have now made it to the end and as the fire starts to die out I hope you can look into the flames and see the me that I left behind. The monsters are hiding in the shadows, waiting for you to get burned. And I will be there too, watching from my fiery throne. Will you catch the matches that are thrown at you by the monsters or will you let them set flames at your feet? I will extend my hand to guide you on this journey of fear, the real question is if you will take it or not.

This is my high school/middle school recovery from being burned. As the darkness fades and my time at this beautiful bonfire starts to burn out (meaning my time at Baker High and now West View cause I am halfway through high school). I have come out of the shadows for just enough time to light a spark in the hands of another dark soul. I will burn for myself and hope for a brighter future for myself and others. 

You may have seen some new characters in the future and my stories leaving the "for the younger audiences". This is because I wanted to write for my current audience meaning my friends. I want to be able to fully express my creative ways.