Makenna's dream continued, but at that time, its setting changed. Instead of being out at sea with the mysterious girl and the ship that almost ran them over, she found herself on a mysterious island.

Directly before her, coated in all green, hovered a mysterious figure that looked a bit like a person, except this person appeared to have wings on their back. Makenna couldn't help but feel like the figure looked like a f-a-i-r-y. Oh no, not more fairy nonsense! Makenna was so done with fairies. However, something about the figure intrigued her. She felt warm and safe around it.

There was a moment of silence between the two beings, and then the mysterious, fairy-like figure held its hand out to Makenna, and she feebly smiled.

Reaching out, she took the mysterious being's hand, and it lifted her into the sky. Gasping, young Makenna peered down at her feet and smiled as she watched the ground become smaller.

When the mysterious being finally stopped and hovered in midair with Makenna still holding onto its hand, the two stared at one another, and Makenna continued to smile. Then she noticed that she, just like the mysterious being, started to glow, but she glowed blue and pink. She gasped and quickly let go, but the second she did, she began to fall. Yelling, Makenna saw that she was dropping toward the mouth of a volcano.

Up above, the mysterious being held out its hand and flew after her, but before it could rescue her—

"Makenna!" a sudden voice yelled in her face, back in reality.

"Ahh!" Makenna shouted. She snapped awake and shot up in bed.

Directly before her, jumping back a few steps, was Caleb, now eleven years old.

"Oh!" Makenna gasped. She brought her hands to her heart. "Caleb! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry, Makenna," Caleb said, "but it's almost noon." He had grown into a handsome tween. His hair had grown longer, and he was dressed in a light blue, short-sleeved, plaid shirt, long brown pants, and brown shoes.

Makenna gasped and asked, "What the—? No! It can't already be Saturday!"

"It is, Makenna," Caleb explained. "Mom said you were out like a light yesterday. We tried waking you, but you were like in a coma! You probably could've slept through a hurricane!"

"A coma?" Makenna asked. She peered at her digital clock; sure enough, it said Saturday 11:50 a.m. "No, wait. I couldn't have been asleep that long!"

"But you were," said Caleb with a smirk, "and I think I know why. Makenna, I think this will be a very big weekend for you."

"What are you talking about, Caleb?" Makenna asked. "This better not be about that dumb fairy nonsense!"

Caleb hesitated and lowered his head.

Makenna scoffed. "Caleb, you're getting way too old for this stuff! You're even worse than the dreams I had last night!"

"But it's the truth!" he debated. "Makenna, for the one billionth time, you're a fairy!"

"I knew we should have never taken you to Disney World," Makenna said. "I think you rode Space Mountain too many times. It left you cuckoo."

"I'm not crazy, Makenna!" Caleb said. "Here, I'll prove it to you. I'll prove that you're a fairy."

"Yeah, sure." Makenna scoffed, crossing her arms. "Good luck with that."

Caleb ignored her rude response. He gestured at her door. "Here, follow me to my room."

Makenna scoffed again, but she went ahead and followed Caleb into the hallway. The second they exited her room, she noticed that he was brushing perfume off his pants. The entire journey to his room, Makenna had her arms crossed.

Caleb's room was at the other end of the hallway. It also had four walls, but his were light orange since orange was his favorite color and Clemson was his favorite football team.

He led Makenna to his desk, which was also propped against one of his walls. On the face of his desk was his orange laptop, which had a Clemson paw on it. Caleb sat down at his desk and opened his laptop, logging in.

When he did, he said, "Look at this!" and pulled up a webpage on Google Chrome with a picture of a fairy in the upper right corner. Under the picture were paragraphs about one particular kind of fairy.

Makenna furrowed her brows. People even put up nonsense about fairies on the Internet.

Caleb scrolled up and down the page. As he scrolled, he explained, "Makenna, you're what people call, in legends, a Metamorphic Fairy. A Metamorphic Fairy is half human and half fairy, and they are naturally born from humans."

Makenna sighed and looked over her brother's shoulder.

Caleb added, "It says here that for someone to be a Metamorphic Fairy, then one person, not two, not three, but one person in the family tree had to have been a fairy, and they have to have what people call a 'strong heart'."

"This isn't proving anything," said Makenna. "No one in our family tree was a fairy. Do you know what this is? Garbage!" She wasn't offending Caleb.

He seemed proud of his work and said, "You don't understand, Makenna. I've been researching fairies since you got that necklace from the Tooth Fairy when you were seven years old."

He turned to his sister, and Makenna reached for her necklace, asking, "So every time I see you on the computer, you're researching fairies?"

"Yes!" Caleb said with a smile.

Chuckling sarcastically, Makenna said, "Okay. If somehow there was a fairy in our family tree, wouldn't that make you a fairy along with me?"

"Well, yeah," Caleb said, "but you see, Makenna, if there is more than one child in the current family, then only one will be chosen to receive their real wings and possibly go through the different stages and levels a Metamorphic Fairy can go through."

"And what are these so-called levels?" asked Makenna.

"Ah," Caleb said, "I'm glad you asked. They, Makenna, include a Full-Fledged Metamorphic Fairy, a Soon Crystal Metamorphic Fairy, a Crystal Metamorphic Fairy, a Merfairy Metamorphic Fairy, and a True Metamorphic Fairy. Makenna, do you know why weird things have happened to you since you turned thirteen?"

Scoffing, Makenna asked, "Puberty?"

"Sort of," Caleb said. "It's more like fairy puberty. Metamorphic Fairy puberty. You see, Makenna..." He turned to his laptop and read, "It says here that Metamorphic Fairies come of age around thirteen and often go through physical and mental changes, such as pointy ears and magic building up inside them that they cannot yet control. Depending on the fairy and how fast the metamorphosis happens, they will get their real wings at age fourteen or sixteen. Ha!" He slammed his fist on his desk's face. "Isn't this perfect proof?"

"Ugh!" Makenna said. "Just shut up, Caleb! You're getting worse!" She didn't want to believe that she was becoming a freak, but something inside told her that everything Caleb had explained was true.

Crossing his arms, Caleb turned to her again and asked, "Makenna, what did you dream about last night?"

"Huh?" Makenna asked. Images of the strange dreams reentered her head. "I, um, dreamt I was hiking the Appalachian Trail."

"You're lying," Caleb said with a shake of his head. "Lying is not a good impression for a Metamorphic Fairy, Makenna. You can't fool me. You dreamed of meeting a mysterious girl in the United Kingdom and a ninja-like fairy on a mysterious island, right?"

"But," Makenna stuttered. "Ca-Caleb, how did you fi-figure that out?"

"Because," said Caleb, "I pay attention in history class, unlike you, and also saw that ninja-like fairy when we were younger. He was the one who saved you when you fell off the observation deck at the crab dock, and admit it, you kinda liked him in the dream, didn't you?"

"Shush!" Makenna said, blushing. "You don't know what you're talking about, Caleb! When will you accept that fairies are not real?"

"But they are!" Caleb protested. "I know they are! I saw one!"

"Take your stupid imagination to the Titanic, Caleb," Makenna shouted, "but stop throwing it out on me! We're finished!"

With that, she stormed out of Caleb's room, and he yelled, "I'm not joking, sis!" after her. "You're a fairy, and you're going to get your real wings soon! I'd be pretty excited!"

"I don't want to talk about it anymore!" Makenna shouted, slamming Caleb's bedroom door behind her. She stormed to the staircase and grabbed the railing, jogging down the stairs toward the kitchen.

In his bedroom, Caleb shivered and closed his laptop. "Man, that fairy's going to have to change her attitude. By the rate she's going, she'll never become a True Metamorphic Fairy."

***

Makenna soon reached the bottom of the staircase and hurried through the kitchen toward the front door. On her way to the door, she passed her parents sitting together at the kitchen table. Mr. Delling, Andy, was looking over her report card.

At the sight of Makenna, Mrs. Delling gasped and said, "Makenna, you're finally awake! We were worried sick last night!"

Makenna ignored her and continued toward the front door.

Behind, Mr. Delling cleared his throat. "Makenna, why don't you go ahead and fix some breakfast? Then we can discuss what happened yesterday at school and this report card."

He shook the report card, but Makenna shouted, "Leave me alone! Give your lecture to the Lusitania!" Throwing open the front door, she stormed outside and slammed the door behind her. Then she peered forward and reached for her head, yelling.

It was a beautiful, warm day on Seabrook Island, but Makenna was freaking out too much to think about the nice weather. She just wanted to be a normal teenager. She didn't want to be a freak.

Descending the stairs of her house, she leaped onto the driveway and yelled again, falling to her knees. Makenna closed her eyes and shouted, "Help me! Somebody, please!" Clenching her fist, she banged the driveway and ignored the pain. Then she asked, "Huh?" and opened her eyes, turning her head toward the garage. Her eyes landed on her surfboard with the blue flower designs she had since she was three years old.

At the sight of her five-foot surfboard, Makenna froze. She didn't even blink. When finally, she did blink, she asked, "Why not?" and got up, approaching her surfboard. Her mother may have taken away her dance lessons, but she never said anything about surfing. Although Makenna knew the surfing at Seabrook Island was rotten, she always felt good floating in the water at North Beach.

Makenna nodded. She decided, but she had to be quiet about it. Picking up her surfboard, she tiptoed into the garage, opened the door to her mother's Suburban, and reached inside. Perfect, her mother had left a beach bag in the car from the family's last adventure to the beach.

Reaching into the bag, Makenna pulled out her short, light blue beach dress, blue bikini top, blue surfing shorts, and brown Rainbow sandals. Once she had everything, she backed away from the car and shut the door, shivering at the sight of her blue nails. Then, as quiet as a mouse, she set the Rainbows on the ground and put them on. She tucked her surfing supplies under her arm and her surfboard under the other arm. Afterward, she approached her blue bicycle and put her beach clothes in its basket.

She hopped onto her bike. With her surfboard still tucked under her armpit, she peddled one-handed and said, "Yahoo! So long, Mom, Dad, and Caleb! I'm going to the beach!" as she rode away.

Soon after Makenna left, back inside her house, Caleb jogged down the stairs and approached his parents in the kitchen. "Mom, Dad, do you know where Makenna is?"

Mrs. Delling was cooking dinner and glanced at Caleb, saying, "Well, when your father tried talking to her, she stormed out the front door, and she hasn't come back yet."

Mr. Delling, now reading the newspaper, rubbed his nose. "She may have gone to North Beach. You know where Makenna likes to go when stressed out, right, Caleb?"

"Yeah," Caleb said, nodding. "Well, I guess I better go fetch her then."

"Oh yes," said Mrs. Delling, "please do, Caleb. Besides, it would help if you got some exercise. Here." She reached across the countertop and picked up a picnic basket, handing it to Caleb. "I know how much you and Makenna love having picnics, and besides, she's probably starving since she didn't have lunch, dinner, and breakfast—she was in such a deep sleep."

"Thank you, Mom," Caleb said, smirking. "I'll be sure to take this to her. Makenna and I will have a nice picnic. We always do."

"That's true," said Mrs. Delling. "Now go, Caleb!" She ruffled Caleb's hair. "Be sure to reach North Beach before she leaves, okay?"

"Will do, Mom," Caleb said. "See ya." He waved goodbye and headed toward the front door.

The second he was out of the house, Mrs. Delling chuckled and turned to Andy. "Kids. They love going on adventures."

"Uh huh," Mr. Delling sternly said, "but Makenna best not be getting too comfortable now because the second she and Caleb return, we're going to have a big heart-to-heart chat about her report card."

"Oh, Andy," Mrs. Delling said. "Lighten up." She sighed and returned to her cooking.

On the other side of the front door, Caleb made his way down the stairs, hauling the picnic basket, when he felt a sudden blast of air rush by him. "Whoa! What the—?" Caleb lost his footing but caught himself. He checked his surroundings and asked, "What in the world was that?" He continued to descend the stairs, but the second he reached the base of them, it happened again.

The same blast of air rushed by him, and at that time, he almost dropped the picnic basket. Gulping, Caleb asked, "What in the name of?" Once again, he checked his surroundings, but nothing was there. What the heck? This was very strange. Caleb didn't know what was happening, but he tried telling himself that it was all part of his imagination.

He was getting ready to head into the garage to get his bicycle when suddenly, he saw a flash of light in a tree. Out of nowhere, random throwing stars flew toward him.

Caleb screamed and dropped the picnic basket. The stars caught him by the shoulder sleeves of his shirt and threw him back, pinning him against the closed garage door. Caleb yelled again. Before he knew it, he helplessly hung from the garage door and thrashed all over the place.

As he thrashed, he said, "Somebody help me!" but nobody came for him. Not even his parents heard him.

Caleb thrashed some more. He stopped and gasped when a green, shadowy blur landed before him.

From the blur came a mysterious teenage boy's voice. "I'm looking for Makenna Delling."