Book 1 : Her Grand Exit, and Her Entrance
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A storm was drawing nearer, yet Nessie was dead-set on delivering a letter. She dressed in a vibrant yellow raincoat, a forest green knapsack and a pretty blue shawl she had knitted herself. Out into the crisp autumn air she went, with a destination in mind. Her head was spinning, she had only been allowed to read the delivery address, written with beautiful calligraphy. She was positive her little note was very important.. The large chains on her bike fell away after the key had turned in the brass lock. Onto the bike and off she went, through the arboretum. That was the quickest way to Black Burrow Rd. Or was it? Nessie shook her head and tried to think… “No… is it the little tunnel under the large canal that got me there in a little over five minutes?” Everything was confusing to her; she had to deliver this letter as soon as possible. A small droplet of water hit the envelope and she sighed. “I’ll go through the park.” She whispered with exasperation. The pedals turned and now she was sure she had been right.
The leaves crackled and cringed under the wheels of the bike. It was a bumpy pathway, full of potholes and leaves. She shook and flew off as a pebble got caught in the tires of this small bike and the girl went flying. She gasped as her hands hit the ground and shuddered. Luckily, she wasn’t injured. They had landed in a puddle full of leaves. “Ugh! That’s nasty.” She exclaimed. This moment of absolute disgust was short-lived. “Where is my letter?” She asked. A strong wind blew and it came flying towards her. Reflexively her muddy hand grasped it. Cursing herself for messing up something of utmost importance she picked herself up and continued her short journey. She arrived at an apartment within minutes. She knew the room number was 619, she had found it online. She counted, “615, 616, 617, 618, 919, 620-” She stepped back to 919… The nine was loose, and she flipped it over. This was 619. She checked her phone and was relieved that she had arrived quickly. Nessie knocked on the heavy auburn door, waiting for it to open. When it did, she was invited inside by a young man with a cane.
His voice was loud and booming. “Yes?” He inquired. Nessie stammered, shaken by the powerful energy the large man radiated. “H-hello! I have this for you,” rummaging through her bag, she produced the damp, muddy letter. “Were you expecting this?” His eyes mellowed and he looked down at the girl. “Yes… Please follow me inside; we need to talk.” The apartment was larger than she thought it had been. She felt nostalgia, had she been here before? “Please sit down.” There was a maroon pillow on a wooden stool, a bit too large for her. She sat on it and it sank under her. “Do you drink tea?” Nessie nodded and the man added more water to the kettle. It was silent as he prepared the tea and poured it into nice china. She gasped when he handed one to her – these were familiar. Her grandmother’s tea cups. She took it and asked, “Would you mind telling me what this letter is for?” His brown eyes met her fierce blue ones and he opened the letter without breaking the contact. She could hear the steady rainfall as he began to read the letter.
“I wish I could have wished you farewell in person, you would have made this much easier. Of course I know I’ll never truly leave you. You’ll always see me in the little girl I will be leaving with you. Death is sensitive and feared, as life is whimsical and revered. In truth, they both hold an adventure. One is shared while the other is personal and unknown. As humans and mages we have yearned for a way to prepare for death while still living. I do not know yet if my religion and practices are helpful in death. I do not regret how I spent my time here either way. My enchantment has worn off and my journey with you is coming to a close. How lovely it will be to experience Nessie growing up and learning the things that make our family so special. If she is hearing this, which I assume will be the case, I love you. I have left you in the hands of the closest friends I have ever known. Fred, I would like you to do me a favor. Help her find her element personally. I have attached a will to this letter. Goodbye, for now.”