Hello I just wanted to say I was really sorry (to the people who actually read this) that I didn't update in a long time. I've been focusing on another plot for another story on quotev.

"I don't get it!" I screamed at him, ignoring the fact that I shouldn't be too loud. "Why am I always the first one?!" I continue. There's this buzzing and I'm not sure if it's coming from my thoughts or from him.

Then there's this blinding light and I'm absently rushing towards him. I feel this power behind my outbreak. I don't know why, but I feel as if I've been missing it my whole life. I try my best to keep it from getting out of hand, but I guess once you find something that completes you, you feel empty when it leaves. So I push harder, and strive to reach my goal. But I'm not sure what my goal is.

The blue fire comes again, this time from not only my veins, but my feet too. They light the ground in cracks, as if lightning was striking the rocks beneath me. Water comes from my eyes, but this time for a different reason. Unheedingly, I stop for no reason whatsoever. I knew this was wrong. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I was sure I wasn't supposed to be doing it.

I suddenly feel lightheaded. I stumble backward and sit down to collect myself. Redeemed, I stand back up and rush towards a building. My hands heat up and I do something I've never done before. My hands create blue fire, and I throw them in  indiscriminate directions. My muscles tense, and all hell breaks loose. Dark figures come from the walls, and slither along the floor. The dark figures look like demonic fiends with blood leaking from their eyes, rotting flesh for a mouth. Yellowed teeth stick out crooked from their mouth, but they seem to have this unreal energy to them. Then the ravenous demons go up to him, and wrap themselves around him like the devil, ready to strike.

Then, I play with him. Instinctively, I pull at his nerves. They flinch as I mess with them. Then I realize, I'm making him feel pain without physically harming him. He writhes in desperation for me to stop. It's quite fun making people that hurt me pay. Torture goes a long way.

Then I stop. Again, I noticing this is not me. I look around until I see him twisting in the corner of the alleyway. I stand there, gasping for breath, not even fully realizing what I did there.
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I jolt awake at the sound of a log snapping. "I'm starting to think she's dead." I heard someone say. It was just a dream. I jump up as fast as I can. As all the blood rushes to my head, and I fall forwards, hitting a wall that I'm pretty sure wasn't there before. I slide down the tiny railing clamped to the side, fully acknowledging defeat from a wall. "Nope she's fine." The voice says again. It must be Weroth. Someone grabs my arm just before I become a blob that melted in with the floor.

"What happened?" I'm now in a sitting position, crossing my legs over a mysterious stain on the painted concrete ground. It seems everywhere we go inside this house, it's red, including the floor. That reminded me of the red queen from Alice in Wonderland. I loved that movie so much I dressed up as Alice for Halloween, and didn't dress any differently until the end of January. It got old after a while though, plus it got smaller and smaller with every day that had passed.
"You randomly passed out. This happens sometimes, not very often actually, when your powers upgrade." She held out her hand to pull me up. I took it, and weakly stood up. "When your about 20 these will stop happening and your powers will reach their full strength."

"Guess that explains my dream." I muttered under my breath so nobody heard me. We started walking down the dimly lit hallway, until we found a door.

"Here we are, the Tyrental Portals." Weroth said. "Kay, you know pig Latin right? You need to know that to get directions from the elves that guide you where your going." Kay nodded as Weroth opened the first door of many to come.

"What happens if you keep going straight?" Gilion asks, pointing down the hallway. This is when I realized he hasn't said anything this whole trip. I noticed his face had paled by a bit, slightly glowing a sickly blue. He was pale to begin with, but now he looked like a vampire. Most people where we come from are pale, including me and my old parents.

"Nobody knows." Weroth simply said as he motioned us to enter through the door. We entered and as soon as we did, an elf came from nowhere. It was a small little room, brightly lit with LED lights. I looked around the dusty room. It had old filing cabinets with dust on them, an an old pool table at the far end of it. As I stared at the connecting tunnels, I feel a slight poke at my leg. I look down to see an elf.

"Ellowhay? Hatway reaay ouyay erehay orfay?" He said. I stood there waiting for Kay to save me.

"Kay I don't know pig Latin!" I stared at her, dumbfounded.

"Ah, you English?" The elf asked.

"Yes I do speak English, so do my friends. Can you help us?" I spoke for Gilion and Kay. I'm not sure why Kay wasn't speaking for us, she's the one who knows pig Latin.

"Well you need know Latin." The elf spoke in broken English. This is when Kay took over.

    "Iay nowkay igpay Atinlay." She said. The elf gave a smile. "Eway reaay romfay Irhavencay Allsfay. Howsay emay hetay ayway leasepay." She told the little elf.

    "Eryvay ellway hentay..." He trailed off, and started walking towards the tunnel closest to the pool table. The tunnel looked like we were walking on the inside of a soup can, completely round with ridges that made it look like a slinky. We walked past many things that seemed to be portals due to their eerie glow, each consisting of spooky sounds and different patterns and arrays of colors. Well that, and this is a place with portals. I wonder what each one leads to.

    We end up a little ways past a big gap between the portals. There is one all the way at the end of the tunnel, glowing orange and yellow. "Histay siay hereway ouyay uysgay ogay ntoiay hetay ortalpay." The elf said. Kay jumped into the orange-yellow portal. Gilion and I followed her, and ended up coming out of a blue portal.

    We were still in a tunnel, just a different part. Another elf appeared from a room similar to the last one we came from.

    "Where are you guys off to?" This elf spoke good English. He looked about the same as the last one, but different colored clothing and much older.

    "We are on our way to Cirhaven Falls." Kay told the elf, and we were on our way.

    I decided to ask the elf a question, since this one knew English. "Hey, um, Mr. Elf sir? I just have a little question." Kay shot me a look.

    "Aye, your a brave little one aren't ye?" He spoke in a Scottish accent, but I could understand most of what he was saying. He eyes me down before continuing. "Proceed."

    "Well I was just wondering, why are the tunnels so large and why didn't the last portal lead us to Cirhaven Falls?" I asked.

    "Well see, haven means a place of safety or refuge, while cir is short for circle. So the meaning of the name Cirhaven is a circle of safety and refuge, mainly for the species that dwell there. That means that the portal needs to be safe and protected, and we made sure of that. The portals to places not within the tunnels are larger, which means they must be spaced out more." He gave a flawless explanation, speaking as if it was so obvious. "You took a wise risk asking a question of me. Nobody ever does. Your lucky I'm kind."

"Yes, I am very lucky. Thank you so much, I appreciate it." Kay let go of a breath I didn't know she had been holding in.

** two elves later

It took about an hour to get to the portal that led us directly to Cirhaven Falls. The elf that left us off there was gone by now, and Kay was taking out food from a backpack that she had brought. She gave me a sandwich with ham and cheese, and she gave Gilion a sandwich with turkey and mashed potatoes. "I tried giving you guys sandwiches that you guys are familiar with." Kay said, biting into her sandwich of some blue fluid.

"Well I'm not so familiar with turkey and mashed potatoes but I'm not complaining." Gilion said, mouth full of food.

Once we were done, Kay packed all the garbage and put it in her backpack for us to throw out at Cirhaven Falls when we got there. The portal there was about seven feet high, three feet wide, and glowing white with hints of blue and angelic sounds.

    We all jumped through, but when we got to the other side of the portal, it was just me, surrounded by silent darkness.