fantasía

Chapter Six
To Dream and Ponder

    "What do tu mean, she's not an Anipeilan?" I almost yelled. "She has to be!"
    "Just what I said," answered Faust placidly. "Amy isn't an Anipeilan, but she is a Truthseeker."
    "And what is that supposed to mean?"
    "It's a rare gift. She'll have extrasensory powers beyond any Anipeilan," Faust explained.
    I was dumbfounded. How could my sister, only seven years old, be a psychic? It made no sense. I also felt a little jealous. Even my little sister had...

Chapter Five
The "Element" of Surprise

    The campana continued to ring, and soon, crowds of people emerged from their homes and hurried toward the sound, muttering in anticipation.
    "Where are they all headed?" Toby inquired, watching them go.
    "To the plaza, of course. It's where most of Estic Village's special occasions are held," explained Tia. "Now, let's hurry! It's us they'll all be waiting on if we're late."
    Together, we sauntered excitedly toward the plaza of Estic Village. When we arrived, the first...

Chapter Four
In Preparation

    All I could do was take it all in. The village was lined with houses and small shops. The ground, except for the dirt roads, was alive with césped, hierba and beautiful blossoms. Among the many people there, I spotted animales such as a panda, a deer, and a heron.
    Tia perched on my shoulder as a parrot, like she used to, only now she spoke, "So what do tu think? Isn't it a nice place?"
    "Yep, I think I'm going to like here," I told her happily. "But which house is the one I'm going to live in?"
    "Maybe...

Here we go!

Chapter One
The Start of it All

     I woke up abruptly, glancing around. It took me a few moments to regain my bearings. Puzzled, I looked around the room, searching for what could have woken me. I wasn't having a nightmare; I knew that for sure. My bedroom door was creaking slightly, but not nearly loudly enough to make me jolt awake. So I simply lay back down, my mind heavy with sleepiness...

    Morning light shone through my bedroom window. I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Already I had forgotten last night's disturbance, but I did remember that...

    
    Gabby sat quietly at the mesa, tabla in the dinning hall. Her and her father sat at the opposite ends of the long table. She sat at the left end; closest to the fire, and her father at the other end intently starred at his plate. He sat at the other end underneath her mother's big, green watchful eyes from her only perch.
    Her mother had died while she had been giving birth, so the only way she'd ever seen her had been the portrat, and when she had once looked at it one night, and dicho to her father, "Daddy, I wish Mommy had gotten...

Miguel got home, Mrs. Bangelle looked at him strange. Her small, cold eyes glared at him. And he just smiled to himself.
"So, Miguel, how was your day? I hope it was fine. "
She was slowly Polishing and sharpening a dark medium sized knife.
" It was lovely day. I talked to girl... And... I....... Told her how innaproprite her outfit looked..." She looked as though she didn't believe him but didn't say a word.
    As he walked up the stairs and then he realized that she was polishing the same cuchillo he had been stabbed with in bed. But that cuchillo was at least twice the size...