The 39 Clues

Okay, so Me, BREAKINGHURRICANE5 (SPENCER), LIVELYJADE1 (KATELINE), AND CRIMSONCOBRA242 (KALEB), are writing a story about three kids from past, present, and future, coming to a different world. We had lots of fans on our page where we posted the plot and discussed, (Don't try to find it unless you are desperate for spoilers(but seriously, don't do it.)) And they must try to get back, but an evil man with Soul Hunters working for him, Vee, is trying to kill the king. But the king might be there only chance. Now, what you have all been waiting for a month...

                                     The Timelanders
                                   Past•Present•Future
                                     Strands of chaos

Chapter 1.

I woke up the morning feeling entitled to the bed. I couldn't get up. It was to relaxing. Who would want to get up. 
I sniffed around the room. German pancakes. My favorite. Only on certain occasions though. 
But today was one of them. It was New Years. I hopped from the bed, got dressed and went downstairs. 
"Good morning Rick! How did you sleep?" said my mom. She was currently obsessed with cooking.
"Good. Why?" I was interested. My mom never said that. She had a crooked smile. 
"You have bed head." I hated when she said that! Seriously, why do people care how their hair looks?
"Mom!" I said. She jumped a little. "Sorry!" she said. I sighed. "That's okay. Any plans?" I was fourteen, I liked to know what was going to happen.
"Well you father and I were thinking-"
"Mornin'!" said my dad as he came down the stairs while tying his tie. He was getting ready for work. He was a lawyer, and a fine one. But not everybody appreciates him. 
He has a high rank and always does well. So they are always jealous. 
"Bye Dad! See you after work!" He patted my head. He always does. It's tradition he says.
I, of course didn't believe him. Until I saw a whole bunch of old family pictures generation after generation, Dads patting their son's head. It went all the way to paintings of patting on the head till their wasn't anything left. That was one win for my dad.
"So, back to the subject," I said as I turned to my mom. "What were you about to say?"  She took a breath. 
"We're going to visit Fort Sumter." I shifted in my chair. Of course. They both know I have recently been interested in the Civil War.
So I wanted to see where it all started. People at my school said that the teacher I get next year will suddenly do a Civil War fifteen page day due within two days. I heard she does it every year. I could do it in two days but I would want a whole book!
"Sounds great!" I said. She handed me breakfast. I dug in. Then I went upstairs, got my stuff ready and waited in the car.
It took me a while before I was bored and got out. I got inside and saw a strange gold marble in place of my breakfast. I had never seen anything like this. Well, it was a typical marble, but what interested me was that on it was scratched with mysterious, epical designs. Like I've never seen before. One was a dragon holding a "V" but the dragon looked as in agony.
The dragon looked terrified! I've never seen a dragon scared by a letter. Another a fortune cookie like shape, with little swirls  all around. I looked at the dragon again. This probably wasn't real! The dragon was moving!
I was so shocked I dropped the marble and saw it dissolve into gold ashes. Something was different this time. The specks were transforming into a shape! It turned into the dragon on the marble.
But this looked real, except the fact that it was only a little bigger than my thumb. I jumped. It flew away and dropped itself into my pocket. I took it carefully out of the pocket.
Fortunately, it was a figurine now. Was I going crazy? If so, I would…actually, I don't know what I would do.
"Rick, get in the car! I'm not getting any younger!" yelled my mom. "I don't want to be waiting!"
I spoke up, "and I am getting back in the car."
Before I went in the car, I threw the dragon in my backyard. Then I got in the car. To me, we had the best car ever. It was an Infinity and has everything someone needs and so much more! 
My favorite part were the windows! It was like binoculars or the ultimate screen! I could zoom in and out, change the color of the tinting if I wanted a tinting or not, and it had its own Photoshop! But mom never told me where she got it! 
She did once mention something about an island but she stopped before she could finish her sentence. 
But that was the only special thing that didn't make it a normal car. I zoomed through the window. I saw a yellow bird flying like crazy trying to catch up to the car. I looked closer.
It wasn't a bird at all! It was the dragon! I tried shooing it away but my mom noticed.
"Rick Nadroir! What are you doing?"
I hesitated answering. "I was just...um, waving to my friend on the street!" She decided to see my made up friend. 
"Is he that man?" asking a little concerned. She was pointing to a man dumpster diving for stuff.
"Um, yes?" I said hoping she wouldn't get too suspicious wondering what I was doing.
My mom had a weird look on her face."Okay, he's you friend I guess!" I sighed with relief. Then the dragon came back.
I opened the window and gave up. I slipped the dragon into my pocket. The dragon was mystifying. I had never seen anything like it!
"Welcome to Fort Sumter!" announced my mom. I looked out the window. We were here. I rapidly took pictures with my phone. Cool!
We walked through the Fort and I looked around. I looked at my list of places to look around. On the top was the flag pole. I ran until I saw the top of the pole. Of course the flag was not there anymore.
Something seemed different. I inspected more thoroughly. At the bottom of the pole was a glowing, spinning, majestic circle. It was some sort of vortex. I took out my phone and looked some stuff up.
That circle was never there. I studied it and took some pictures. Who knows? Maybe google will let me put it on the Internet! 
Before I could take my third picture, something was wiggling in pocket. The dragon. It felt like a giant car pushing me along! It was forcing me to go into the vortex!
It finally pushed me into the vortex and I screamed, not knowing where the vortex left. I started seeing images inside of the vortex, like people. Most of the time I saw one man that was doing evil stuff to people. Another was a knight that looked Chinese. 
One that I also saw a lot was a man with shiny armor with a "D". Who knew what that meant. I moved on. After a while, the vortex somehow calmed my emotions.
I finally landed on...sand? Since when did Hawaii move? I looked around hoping to find a way back home. The vortex was still open! 
I was so desperate I just took a giant leap through the portal. I was a few millimeters from the vortex when something grabbed onto me! The marble-sized dragon was now the size of a real dragon, and was pulling me back!
"No!" I yelled. The vortex closed. 
I glared at the dragon and clenched my fists. "Why'd you do that, dragon! I wanted to go back!" I yelled frustrated. The dragon tilted it's head in disapproval. It obviously didn't like the nickname I decided to give him.
Maybe something close to dragon! "Drake, Dragona, Dragonair, Draco, Drago, Dracia-" the dragon interrupted me then gave a huge nod. "Dracia?" Then the dragon tried to kill me by crushing me with his foot. I missed by an inch!
"Oh, Drago!" Drago then nodded in approval. "Well, Drago, where are we?" I asked. Drago marched into an old hut. There stood a man in tattered rugs. In our world, he would be considered a hobo. 
"Excuse me sir, but where are we?"
"Speak none more thy stranger! Though art a danger among the knight, but though knight will endanger thee, if though does not consort with the other two!" he said. The dragon turned marble-size again and hopped into the owners lap. He seemed to no longer speak Shakespeare.
"I'm sorry, I have lately been trying to have glimpses, though those are for the glimpsers. Did you say something?" I was about to answer his question but he didn't let me answer. "Drago! You are back! I see you have made a new friend! What would your name be?"
"Friend? He tried to kill me!" I said. The dragon hissed. "my name is Rick, Rick Nadroir" I said hoping that he wouldn't break into Shakespeare mode again. 
"Nadroir, I seem to remember that last name some how. I'll have to search through memories."
"That will take a while." He looked at me in disbelief, as if I was joking.
"Haven't you heard of papyrus boy? I'll just use that. It will scan the humans memories for a key word. If your also a no-brainer on papyrus you can make calls and it can give you instructions. And a lot more!"
"Thanks for the tip! Back to the subject. Where are we again?" He frowned as if again saying, "Duh!". 
"Well Variety Island of course! I just moved here a few months ago. So there is now a population of two here. Unless you will live here. Which I hope not! Your clothes look horrible! I'll get you some better clothes your size!" he said as if all in one word. He came back with things that looked like sweat pants, some sort of robe, a cape, and some armor.
"Um, that's okay. I think I'm good."
"But you must! You will look like a stranger!" I hesitated to speak. "I am a stranger!" 
"Goodness! Quick get into the dressing room!" He then took me to the dressing room and put on all the clothes and armor. I fell over completely. I couldn't get up.
"I can't get up! It's too heavy! And why is the armor underneath my clothes? I look like I ate watermelon whole!" I demanded. He responded quickly."You'll have to get used to it! It's a good workout! Makes you stronger! And it's underneath your clothes so if someone tries to kill you it won't kill you!"
"One, why are people going to kill me? And two, I still can't get up!"
"People will kill you for Vee. Well the Soul Hunters will. They work for him. And I know a way to get you to bed"
"Who is this weird Vee person?"
"He is a royal knight of the king, though the king doesn't know he is plotting to kill him. I know you will ask me why the king doesn't know so I'll tell you. You may only be invited to his island, the Island of Royals, if you show huge acts of heroism. But if you decline, and then you remember you have to see somebody there, you have to start over. 
"Even knights have to do it. Even Vee. So right now he is trying to get there, to kill him. But nobody is brave enough to stop him." he told me. I was very strange laying on the floor not able to get up.
"What's the kings name? Can he help me get back home?" I questioned.
"Wow! One question at a time! Nobody knows his name. They say it can unlock power. I think that's also what Vee is looking for to destroy him. And yes, he might be able to help you get home. Which Island are you from?"
"Island?" He sighed.
"The kingdom consists of thirty islands. I think one or two aren't official. If want to know the islands history, I have a spare piece of papyrus you can use. But don't forget, it will disappear after you use it, so remember it well!"
"Um, I can't get up!"
"I'll Cary you up later." I then took a deep breath."Why not now?" 
"Good question. I'll just take the armor off." He then undid everything and did it again. I finally felt normal. But it was hard for me to walk. "What is your name?" He hesitated. "The name is Philistine!" Now I understood why he didn't want to really say it. He turned to me, giving me some papyrus."This one won't tell you about all of the islands, but will only tell about the one you're on." He looked at the papyrus. It seemed to have glowing words:

         Variety Island- only two people live on the island now. Dallaran and Philistine. Dallaran is a true hero, one of the only ones. He opposes Vee, and has tried to kill him about 13 times and has wounded him 7 times. Civilians look up to Dallaran, though it is very hard to reach Variety Island. But people also come to train here and stalk up. Dallaran trains them. And it is the beginning of a new revolution! Nobody knows why Dallaran lives on the island though, for it is inhabited by soul hunters.

There was that word again. Soul Hunters. What it exactly do they do? It was as if the piece of papyrus had read his mind:

Soul Hunters are created by Vee. Nobody knows how to make them. But few living people know how to defend theirselves or capture them. There is no record on wether anybody knows how to capture them. The reason Soul Hunters are feared is because they don't kill you. They make it so you never existed. The world will forget you.

Wow, the Soul Hunters sounded horrible! That would be horrible! And you would still, like, die! How does this magic papyrus do this? The papyrus glowed:

That access is unknown. Any other questions?

I came from "Earth" and somehow, nobody seems to have any clue why I came here! Again, the papyrus glowed:

Perhaps... But it is no longer possible...

"What is it? Tell me magic paper!" I said. I forgot that I didn't have to speak. It glowed with a shimmer of brightness:

Perhaps a Timelander. But it is only possible for a Timelander to come if two other Timelanders come from different times from a different world. You would have to find the others to have even the slightest chance of going back to your world... I...need more...

The papyrus flickered. And it disappeared. He reached into his backpack and found the papyrus. Right then Philistine walked in ready to speak. "It needs more energy. Give it a rest. And it hates it when you call it paper. It loses a lot of energy when you call it that. If you really think you are a Timelander, go, find the other two. But there hasn't been Timekanders for eons. At least it seems that long." I suddenly felt guilty for calling it "magic paper." Philistine showed me to my room which was just like a coffin shaped exactly like my body. I was so tired I dealt with it and went to sleep. Unsure if I was ever going back home. But I knew one thing for sure, I had to find the other two.

Chapter 2. 

I woke up and found myself stuck in the coffin bed thing. It was very strange. I finally found out how to get out. I had to press a button. 
But the only problem was that I was duct taped to the wall. It had to be a prank. Then Philistine came in. "Good morning! Hope you slept well!" 
I held in my anger. "I'm duct taped to the wall! Why'd you do that?" He frowned. "I saved your life kid. The Soul Hunters came last night. You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me" said Philistine. I felt guilty, because it sounded unappreciated.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know…" He sighed. "That's okay kid. By the way, you can call me...maybe Phil! No, how about Phillis? That doesn't sound right...how about-"
"Philip!" I interrupted.
"Um, sure kid. Call me Philip." said Philip. I sighed in relief. I didn't like saying "Philistine." But I didn't want to say it to him, because I might offend him.
"I know what you want to do. Travel to see Dallaran and find the others. I'll take off the datter scotch." Datter scotch must've been "duct tape." He took off the tape and I went to go out for Breakfast. I went to a room that had food all ready for me.
I dug in like a maniac. It was delicious. I wish we had some of this at home. Just the thought hurt me. 
What if I didn't make it home? What if I died from a Soul Hunter or something? I didn't have time for "what-ifs." I just had to get home.
I had to see this Dallaran guy. I turned to Philip. "Where does Dallaran live?" He gave me directions and I went off. It was a long way but I had provisions. On the way, I saw a little girl. 
How was that possible? Didn't the papyrus tell me that Dallaran and Philip were the only ones on the island?
As if an alarm, my backpack glowed and started to heat up like crazy! I looked to find that the papyrus was glowing red instead of a gold flash. I read the papyrus:

Danger! That is a disguised Soul Hunter! Don't talk to anyone! Unless you find Dallaran. The Soil Hunters may be smart, but not smart enough to know only two people live on the island. Avoid unusual thing. Find a castle with green and gold. Dallaran lives there.

I walked around people, plants, animals, and buildings. I was soon in front of a half-gold-half-green door. I was about to knock when the door swung open. Nobody had opened it. I then decided to walk in.


 

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BUMP BUMP BUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

So this is going to be the main thread? Hurray it's starting. Please don't call me Greg. No offense to anybody but I don't like that name. I seriously hope that you guys get a lot of likes. This story has the potential, like many of the stories written by you guys, so continue ASAP.

Kate you said you will go on holiday so what will happen with all yoour stories. Will they continue without you or just wait until you come back?
When will the Cahill Four continue? Soon, right. But how will you continue? They grow up. New bad guys? Some traitor?
I know, I know I give everyone headaches!! 

 

How about we just call George's character........George? :P

George,
 Yeah...........more like I'm being transfered to a different family. :P I have three different ones..........my mom's family, my dad's family, and my special close knit group that I think of as family....................So............I think they're all gonna pause, I'm not sure. I need to make a post about that..... 

Interesting..... I really like it! Keep Going! 

lol Katelin. I bet no one thought about that. Calling me George or maybe Georg I think George in Italian is Georg. I'm not sure though it could be Giorgio. Don't take that though. That's even more complicated.
I can't knit. You can. How do you  tried when I was 7 (long time ago) and I really failed. (Don't laugh I was forced to knit, my mum likes to knit and she thought my sister and I also  would like kniting, fat chance) 
It is tough when your mother and father are divorced. That happened to my friend and he was really sad and wasn't very happy anymore. I hope you are happy. 
Is your stepmother nice? 

How about Washington? JK! Okay, i'm really frustrated that barely anyone is looking so you may post your chapters. Go gettum Katie

Spencer. If you write a bit more chapters, more and more people will click on this. You've only written two chapters on the main thread so no one will notice the story. More and more you write, the more and more people will click on this. Just continue with the story later you will get a lot fans and they'll vote you Madrigal leader People that like your stories will look at your posts and then see this new story then they'll click on it and then it'll get an extra person that knows of the story.
The same with Kaleb and Katelin. You all most likely have friends or fans on the MB right. If they look at your posts it will get extra fans. In the end they will tell their friends and so on and then this story will continue. It will only continue though if you finnish writing this story.
Don't woory this story will become famous 

@Spencer: when i advertise things, ppl have a tendency 2 check out my stuff, so if u want i can post this link on a few other pages, and my loyal fans will (hopefully) check it out. should we post katelin's chapters 4 her, since she's not going 2 b around 4 a while?  

Yes. Please say that she is gone and she wrote these two chapters. And Im in charge of the Cahill Weekly temporarily so I can advertise that.

yes ive been waiting for this story for a realy long time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
write the next chapters please!!!!!
i wanna know what happens next
oh and is my character in it?
i put my form on the other thread that you made for characters.


~very very very very happy ALICE!!!     

Great story! :)

here r katelin's two chapters

Chapter Three.
"Sarah, we've got to leave," I heard my father say. "Major Anderson says we need to stay, but it's just not safe for you two."
"But, Jim!" my mother quietly cried as to not wake me. Like I could sleep with all the worry going around. You could cut the air with a knife and you'd get a nice fancy slice of worry pie. "We can't leave you here alone."
"Now Sarah, listen. With the baby coming, how do you think you'd fight? And what about Penny? Would you let her fight? Subject her to that?"

I pressed my ear harder against the wall to hear my mother better.
"I can fight," she sobbed quietly. I looked through a small hole in the wall to see her rubbing her stomach. The doc said my baby brother or sister should arrive soon. My ma thought it was a boy and my pa thought it was a girl.
"Penny won't fight. We'll send her off. You can't stay here alone," my ma said.
"Sarah O'Niel, I am the boss in this house. You are my wife, you are carrying our baby, and you're going with Penny. She can't be left alone with the war going on," my pa said in his stern voice.
My mother sobbed harder and I heard my father trying to soothe her.
This was the time that I went in the kitchen to settle this. I walked to the doorway and looked back at the crib in my room. Well, my sibiling's and my room. I padded to the kitchen and cleared my throat. My parents looked startled.

"Penny dear, what are you doing up so late?" my mother asked.
"I'm sorry Ma, but......Well, Pa's right. We do need to leave," she whispered.
"Sweetie," my mother sighed, "just go on back to bed."
"Yes, ma'am." I quietly walked back to my room and laid back down.

I was almost asleep when I heard a bang. I sat up in bed and looked around.
Then I heard my father yelling. "Sarah! Take Penny! Hide in the cellar!"
My mother then appeared in the doorway, face ashen and her smile tight.
"Penny, come on," she sobbed quietly even though she smiled. "I'm going to help your father." They rushed to the kitchen.
"But Ma, Pa said to stay with me," I cried as I stumbled down into the cellar.
"Penny! Penny!" my mother sobbed. "Stay in the cellar. Stay!"

  My mother hugged me one last time, then moved away and the door slammed. She probably had one of my father's rifles. Why wasn't I in the fight? Why couldn't I help? Then, I smelled something.....smoke. I heard my mother's screams and gun shots. Was she okay? What about Pa? What about the baby? The smoke filtered through the cracks in the floor. Coughing, I tried not to cry. It wouldn't help. Then I heard more gun shots and this time, I knew, my parents weren't going to keep fighting. They wouldn't make it.
A glittering object, right beside my foot caught my eye. I picked it up and tried to examine it through the smoke. Symbols, but what kind? I couldn't make it out. None of it looked familiar and my tears didn't help any either.

I squeezed it tight, pretending it could give me strength and that it could help me. I heard shouts, screams, shots everywhere. It filled the air with a taste like stale bread and a feeling of doom.
Then, my fingers started to glow. I unclenched my fist and looked at the small ball. It glowed.
I dropped it and it smashed, but instead of fragments of the glass, it turned to dust. Something started to grow from the dust and I scooted back. But, thats when I saw a circle. Going round and around again. It was a clearish color and it wasn't affected by the smoke and I could see it perfectly. I reached over to gently tough the magical looking thing and when I did, it pulled me in.
I was too shocked to scream. What was going on?

Chapter 4.
I clenched the grass beneath my hands and sobbed into the ground. I had no idea where I was. My family was...gone.
I looked up and saw houses all around me. Well, laying on the ground wouldn't help any. I stood up and looked around.
People were wandering around. At least, I thought they were people. They were dressed in things I had never seen before!
I didn't even know what words I could use to describe them! Strange? Even that didn't describe it well enough.

No one stared at me and I was in my nightgown!  How unbelievable!
"Um, excuse me, sir?" I said to a man passing by. At least, I asumed it was a man. I couldn't be sure.
He completely ignored me! How rude! I didn't expect everyone to be polite, but they could at least adknowledge that I had spoken to them! My goodness!
I was still barefoot and small rocks cut at my feet. Then, I saw something glowing. A trail of gold dust led to a small, tiny house. It was actually very charming. I walked toward it the dust tickled my feet. The door was ajar and I walked in. A fire was burning and everything was in order. But, no one was there. I called out, but no one answered. That's when I saw a sign above the mantlepiece.

Whoever finds my lovely home, is someone who feels alone.
They have a long journey ahead and so they stay here to rest their head.
Sit right down, today's been hard.
When you read the other two, send them my regard.
~the first Timelander of the past

Was it true? What was it talking about? Me? Read what other two? Riddles like this one? How could I send a poem's regard? It just didn't make sense! And what was a Timelander? Of the past? I couldn't understand any bit of it!
I sighed and sat down on a chair and looked around. I had closed the door, so the heat stayed inside.
I guess I'll just stay here until I can find my way out, I thought to myself.
But did I really want to go back to what was no longer my home? To what was now destroyed? The place my family died and left me to live without them?
Maybe staying here was best. But, where was here?

Great Kaleb, now yours.

They were awesome by the way 

AWESOME!! Nice Katelin even thoguh your not here and Kaleb posted it!!! WOW!! AMAZING!!! I LOVE IT!!

And now *chuckles in an arrogant, self-satisfied manner* my two chapters. *gets booed by the audience 4 being annoying*

Chapter Five

The night was cold. I crouched low next to a wall, desperately trying not to make too much noise. Lacie Waters crouched next to me, gasping for breath.

We were running from a group of teenagers, the same group that had blackmailed us into breaking into Fourt Moultrie in the first place. I wasn't sure how Laci had gotten involved, but they convinced me to by framing me, placing my hacker card on our teachers score pad, making it look as though I'd tried to cheat. They then said that they wouldn't tell if I agreed to go with them. Things had started to turn sour only minutes before, when the excitement of the break in began to wear off, and they had begun to grow bored. They then decided that beating me up would be a lot of fun. Unfortunately (for them anyway), they hadn't known that I'd been taking Tae Kwon Do lessons ever since I was little. I managed to take one of them out. They went crazy after that.

"What do we do?" Lacie hissed in my ear. Her brown hair brushed against my cheek, distracting me for a second.

Now is not the time to develop a crush, I thought, trying hard to focus on what she'd said to me.

"We need to get away from the fort," I replied.

"How? They'll spot us for sure!"

Her accent is so cute, I thought. Then I realized what I'd just thought, and I frowned, trying to concentrate. I was originally from California, so I didn't have much of a southern accent myself, but Lacie had lived here her whole life.

"I'm working on that," I said. "I still need to get my hacker card. They used it to shut off the security cameras. If the cops find it, they'll be able to link it to me."

A hacker card is like a palm-sized clear touchscreen, used for hacking into all sorts of devices. By simply placing them on a computer or pad of any kind, they can automatically access files, download viruses, or do whatever you want them to do with the machine. I was pretty good at hacking, though I didn't really do it for nefarious reasons. For example, though I could have, I'd never hacked into a bank website and transferred money from them into my account.

"Let's go," I said. "Now's better than never."

Lacie and I stood, and we were about to break into a sprint, when there was some abrupt laughter, and the leader of the gang stepped in front of us. He was a big guy, with a bit of hair on his chin that would probably turn into a beard. He was a senior, and his name was Chad Revan.

"So. This is where you two have been hiding out," Chad said, still smiling evilly.

"Leave us alone," Lacie said, her voice quivering.

"I really would love to. But I can't, thanks to Johnny boy here. Want to know why, Johnny boy?"

"Why?" I asked, sighing.

"Because, my buddy Clarence is still out. Hasn't even twitched since you kicked him."

I couldn't help but smile, remembering the satisfying crunching sound of my sneaker colliding with Clarence's nose. He'd dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"He had it coming to him," I said.

"Hey. I do the talking here, Johnny boy. Now, it's time for me to give you a little lesson on how I do things." Chad cracked his knuckles menacingly. "When someone hits one of my buds, my bud gets to hit the guy back. Twice. Plus an extra five hits from me. But since Clarence is still out, I'll take hit hits for him. Don't worry though. I'll make sure I hit extra hard."

"You know what?" I was tired of sucking up to him now. If he was going to beat me up. I might as well go down fighting. "Why don't you go find the highest place in this fort and take a nosedive off of it?"

Chad simply laughed.

"I see you're feeling brave tonight. He's feeling brave, isn't he guys?"

The teenagers behind him nodded, laughing as well.

"Jon," Lacie said, warningly placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you want me to break your nose too?" I asked. "Or maybe you'd prefer me to break your neck?"

The teens oohed, as though I'd said something very offensive.

"You know what, Johnny boy?" Chad said. "Why don't you shut that mouth and put up your fists? Let's see if you can put your words to action."

This is suicide, I thought. Chad was a lot bigger than me, and he looked like he weighed over two hundred pounds. True, I was a black belt, but Tae Kwon Do isn't necessarily meant for this sort of fighting. If he got in close, or managed to grab me, I'd be done for.

Suddenly, a loud peal of thunder caused us both to look up at the sky. No clouds. Odd. The wind started to pick up too. There was another loud blast of thunder, and the sky was still empty, the stars shining brightly and the moon gleaming overhead.

Then, the ground started to shake.

"Whoa," Chad said, sounding a lot less confident now.

The shaking started to intensify.

"We'll settle this later," Chad said, glaring at me for a few moments before taking off. His friends followed close behind.

"Lacie, we need to go!" I called, grabbing onto her hand.

"What's going on?!" she screamed over the noise. She was starting to freak out.

"I've got no idea! Let's get out of here!"

We raced forwards, but then skidded to a halt as the wind tugged at us, and a deep roar started up, growing louder and louder, quickly becoming deafening. Lightning, that seemed to come from nowhere, struck the groun directly in front of us, and we both fell down from the force of the impact. My hand hit something small that felt like metal, and I grabbed it without realizing it.

Suddenly, a sharp tug began to pull at me. It seemed gentle at first, but it began to grow stronger and stronger as I stood. Suddenly, my feet were pulled out from under me, and I was dragged across the ground to where the lightning had hit the ground.

"Lacie!" I called.

Instantly, her fingers tightened around my wrist. Then, her eyes widened and she screamed. I realized she was looking at somethign behind me, and I looked back, expecting to see Chad towering over me. What I saw instead was much more terrifying.

A glowing blue hole that seemed to lead to nothingness had opened behind me, where the lightning had struck the ground. I was being pulled towards it. Though the strength of the tug grew, Lacie refused to give up. Who could have imagined that her grip was so strong?

Then, I realized that she was being pulled closer to the hole along with me, her feet leaving a large skid mark in the dirt.

"Lacie!" I screamed. "Let go!"

"Are you crazy?!" she yelled back.

"You'll get pulled in too!"

"But... but I don't know what's going to happen in there!"

"I'm not jumping up and down about it either, but if I die, I'd rather it was just me than the both of us."

"But..."

"Lacie!"

We were quite close to the edge of the hole now. Lacie was tiring. I could see it on her face. She screamed with the effort. Then, my hand slipped from her grasp, and I fell into blackness.


Chapter Six

I opened my eyes. I was lying on the grass, and my whole body hurt. They sky above me was the soft blue of late dusk. My hand was clenched tightly around something. I brought my hand up to my face to look at it. It looked like a silver ring, with blue intricate designs all over it. The designs glowed softly. So that was what I had picked up earlier. I slipped the ring onto my finger, and felt a tingling sensation that travelled from my hand all the way through my body. It didn't last long, and I stood up, looking around.

Where the heck was I?

The buildings around me were very modern, with glass windows all around. Many of them were lit up, in preparation for the coming darkness. I then realized that I was standing in a sort of square that was in the middle of a sort of cul-de-sac. At the end of the cul-de-sac was an especially large house, that seemed to sit close to the edge of a cliff. Beyond the cliff was water. So I was either on the coast of wherever I was, or this was an island, like Sullivan's Island, where I had come from.

"Hey!" someone called. I turned around to see a girl of about my age standing at the door of one of the houses. Next to her stood a boy who looked to be about ten years old. "Get in here!"

"Me?" I said, pointing to myself, just to make sure. I was the only person on the street, but the girl couldn't possible be talking to me. Could she?

"Of course you! Who do you think I'm talking to? The wind? Hurry up! They'll be here any second! Didn't you hear the alarm?"

"The what?"

"In now, talk later!"

I noticed the girl had an accent of some sort. It sounded British. But I couldn't be in England. That was ridiculous. Though our methods of transportation are fast, they aren't that fast, and besides, none of them involve holes opening up in the ground.

I hurried over to the house. The two stepped aside to let me in, and the girl slammed the glass door shut behind me. Since it was glass, I kind of expected it to shatter from the force that she'd closed it with. However, it only vibrated slightly. Interesting.

"Are you insane?" the girl shrieked at me. "Or maybe you're a Soul Hunter in disguise!"

She seemed terrified by this notion, and she backed away, her brother also stepping back.

"A what?" I said, staring at her.

"It makes sense," the boy said.j He had a British-like accent too. "They always make one mistake. Humans with dark hair never have blue eyes."

"What the heck are you talking about? There are plenty of humans with dark hair and blue eyes. Haven't you ever heard of Alisha West?"

"Who?"

"You know. The singer?"

The boy and the girl looked at each other.

"But if he was really a Soul Hunter, he would have... dealt with us by now," the girl said.

"I'm not a... Soul Hunter. I don't even know what that means."

"But that's impossible," the boy said. "Everyone knows what a Soul Hunter is. Unless... hey! Maybe he's from a lost island!"

The girl was gazing intently at me now, and I began to feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"How did you get here?" she asked. "I've never seen you before."

"I told you!" the boy shouted excitedly. "He's from a lost island! I have so many questions."

"Quiet, you. Let him speak."

"Uh... I don't really know," I said truthfully.

"You don't remember, or you don't know?"

"I remember perfectly. I just don't know."

"What do you remember?"

"There was this weird storm, and then this hole opened up, and then boom. I'm here."

"Whoa! Larky!" the boy said suddenly, coming forward and grabbing my hand. "Where did you get a Timelander signifier like that? That is blasted!"

"Uh, I'm American dude. I don't understand British slang."

"British? We're not British! We're Xytonian!"

"You're what?"

"Dreaded Vee," the girl gasped. "He's a Timelander!"

"What?! Blasted! This has to be the best day ever!"

I simply stood there, confused, as the boy ran over to me and gave me a hug for what seemed to me like absolutely no reason. What was a Timelander? What was a Xytonian? Why was their slang so weird? Though I didn't know much about British slang, I was pretty sure that "blasted" was normally used to indicate something bad, not something good.

And then there was the fact that it was dusk, when back in Fort Moultrie, it had been nearly midnight. Also, it was pretty warm outside, when back in Fort Moultrie, it had been a chilly fall evening.

And of course, there was the whole thing with a huge hole opening in the ground and me falling through it.

What has happened to me? I thought.

YAY!!!! keep goin!!

Almost done with my next two! Post soon!

P.S.Kaleb, are you supporting the Tomas Rebellion!?!?!?!?!?!?! Sorry, no offense if you are, just wondering. 

@Spencer: partially yes, and partially no. i have 2 support it a bit, because FD and i... well... we don't get along very well

cant wait for the next chapters!

@Alice, your character is in! Along with others! Not all characters made it though...

YAY!!! 
when will you post the next two chapters? Please post them quickly!!

@Kaleb. Who is FD?

Hey spencer you want me to help advertise your story, i have alot of friends on the MB i could ask them to check this out.

Okay, since Katie's gone, we will decide characters. Please no one try to find the post. Kaleb, you know which post to go to. And I want our chapters to be really long! And George, thanks for the advise, I am now Madrigal Leader! Oh, and George, we'll try to fit your character in the next book.

Chapter 7.

When I walked in, I gasped. I saw shadowy figures piled on top of them. Were they asleep or dead? I moved on. 
The temperature was cold, and the air seemed like bricks. There was a man in a chair, a chair that was battered and torn. The man was sweating, and I mean it. The man looked as if he did a marathon across the Earth! The man looked up.
He jumped from the chair, took out a sword, and pressed it against my neck, so I didn't think of doing anything. "Are you another Soul Hunter? Or are you Vee in disguise?" 
"Uh, awkward...My name is Rick Nadroir. And I'm not a Soul Hunter."
"Nadroir?" I nodded. "Come with me." He pulled a lever and a stairway appeared. 
I watched him walk, point at me, and then I followed. It actually wasn't very long. It lead to a room full of stuff identified and unidentified. I gasped when I saw one item in particular.
It was my moms car. "Why do you have the same car as my mom?" He smiled. He spoke up, "Your mother, well, I knew her, and gave her a car just like this one. 
"Thats why I believed you when you said your last name. I also knew your father. An excellent man."
"No wonder! The car came from a different world! It's all making sense! And how she said it had something to do with islands-"
"Is because all the islands prefer to make these. But the best come from Cigam Island." he interrupted. "I'm guessing you're a Timelander?" I was startled. 
"H-h-how did you know?" I stuttered. He paused, "Timelanders haven't come to the islands for eons... But I still believed more would come. My name is Dallaran. And yours must be Rick.
"Don't be startled, your parents were in the process of having you and I suggested Rick. Your parents lived and grew up here. They came from this island, before everyone left and therefor destroyed most of the population. They were well known." 
I was startled by the information. Come to think of it, I never asked my parents where they were born and where they grew up. 
"Where did they go?" I asked. He grunted, "Kimbridge Island."
"What, is that a bad place?" He was shocked. "No no no no no! It's a wonderful place! I just don't have very good…friendships there. If you are ever there, don't ever say my name.
"Ah, yes, now the big question: where to go next? Kimbridge is your best option. If you truly are a Timelander, than that's where Timelanders always have one at the least come from. But I repeat, no Timelanders have been spotted for eons."
"Thanks! G.T.G."
"Wha-wha-what does that mean? Some sort of society?"
Just my luck. There is absolutely, no text language. "It stands for 'Got To Go'."
"Ah! A use of turning words into abbreviations! How's this: A.Y.G.T.K.I.O.N."
"Uh…what's that supposed to mean?"
"Are you going to Kimbridge Island or not!"
"Oh." Obviously, this man would not be a good texter on "Earth". I ran out of the castle. Feeling the cool breeze rush through my ears. I was stopped by voice, "Rick, wait up! You need to be trained a little!" I thought for a moment. "No, no I don't." Right then a shadowy figure lunged at me. At first I thought it was a Damentor from Harry Potter. But I was wrong. 
It then grasped me, then I fell to the ground with him. Or her. Or whatever it was. It was as if I was posing conscience. The world started dating around me. Then I heard three words: "Agony. Stop. Breathe". And then the world around me turned black.

I woke up in some sort of thing that looked like a prison, with Dallaran above me. "You cheated me out! You tricked me into this prison!"
Dallaran replied hastily, "No, it's a safe house. It just looks like a prison." Then I noticed a kitchen, a changing room and a shower."You should be off to Kimbridge then. Go, fly away!"
"But…how do I reach there?" He waved his hand and I felt a tiny aura, warming my soul.
"Ah, do not leave yet, for I forgot. You need training." He lead me to a room with scratches on the wall, weapons on the floor, fans to cool you down, and disgusting brown wallpaper.
"There's a reason, I got this wallpaper. I hate it so much I practice on it."
"Interesting? I guess?" He leans near the floor and picks up a bow an arrow. "No, anything but the bow an arrows!" I had very bad experiences with bow an arrows. 
One time I shot an arrow accidentally in my friend Max's foot. Another I broke a window...or two or three. Then one time…actually, I'm not even going to think about that one. Dallaran nodded in approval, handing me a bow an arrows.
I shot a target in the room. I heard something break and Dallaran gasp. I must've done bad. I didn't even realize I was closing my eyes after I shot it.
I opened them, revealing a broken target in seventeen pieces. Dallaran stepped forward and touched the pieces. He picked the one my arrow hit. It was the piece exactly in the middle.

After my bow an arrow training, I did crossbows, which were harder. Dallaran told me that the bow an arrows I used were for harder things. And that if I used the one I was now holding in my hand, I would do wonderful. 
He says I'm destined to use this "weapon". Everybody likes the bow an arrows now just because of the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I never liked that series. It was just too tragic.
After we did knife throwing. It was so, so, so boring. Although I think Dallaran had a cat and I missed and…well, you can imagine what happened next. After that I had some sort of glove on my hand.
"What's this supposed to do?"
"It's for magic," he said. He lifted his gloved hand, "like when you were with that Soul Hunter. I made him in agony, then stopped him, them commanded you to breathe. But it's sort of like a different language."
"But when I heard you, I just heard English." He looked mystified. "I wonder..." He reached for a book. 
Ah, and right now the wand maker gets a wand that's Voldamort's brother. I watch way too much Harry Potter. He finally spoke, "Every once in a while, a person can have a way with Cigam words. The reason Cigam Island is called Cigam Island is because it's known for magic. Cigam spelled backwards is magic. Just like Timelanders, it hasn't happened for eons."
"So you're saying, that I can speak Cigam words naturally when it takes years for some people?"
"Exactly. You're no ordinary Timelander Rick Nadroir. It's not just that your parents were here, but your Great-great-great-great-great-great Grandfather was the last Timelander. You're special. So far, you have to find the other two. 
"Go find the King, ask for help on getting back. The Glimpsers promised no more Timelanders. But they were wrong Rick. They've never, I repeat, never, been wrong.
"Go now. Go to Kimbridge Island. Find the other two." I ran off to a dock, there was a boat that would aid me. On it it said: THE SINKLESS GUMPA- PROPERTY OF THE NADROIRS. I hopped on and started steering. My parents had taught me to ride boats when I was young. I rode off-two words repeating in my head over and over again: Find the other two.

Chapter 8.

Kimbridge Island wasn't very far. When it first came in sight I thought it was gorgeous. It was covered in flowers, with memorials to loved ones. I knew I might not see a prettier island again.
When I got to shore I found a dock and docked the boat. When I docked it, it turned a silver color. I decided to tug it. It wouldn't budge. There was a sign that said:

This is a Stop Dock, a dock that will assure the owner of his or her's boat safe and sound. To get back to your boat, press the button gently.

Then I noticed a small, blue button no smaller then my index finger. I left the boat and went into the city where there were millions of people. I need to look for someone confused, maybe in weird clothes? My conscience said, Rick everyone is in weird clothes here. True. 
Then I saw a girl with beautiful black hair weeping on the floor, in battered clothes that looked like the 1800's. She looked up startled. Her face had marks from bawling. "Are you one of those things trying to kill me? A Salad W-w-weeper? If so, get away from me!" She threw her shoes at me, then I picked them up. I gasped. 
They were the girls Union shoes from the Civil War. He put them on her feet again. "No, I'm not a Soul Hunter. That's what you meant. Do you happen to be from 1861?" She nodded her head. "What's your name?"
"P-P-Penny. Penny O'Neil." she said, barely able to respond. "Don't worry, I came from Earth too. My name's Rick Nadroir. I'm from a different time though. The Present. Your from the Past." He told her about everything he had learned in the past few days. She adjusted so fast to all of this. 
She was quite remarkable. Did he like her? He pounded his skull. She's from another time! You cant be with her!
"Are you okay?" she asked concerned. She must've thought I was a weirdo. "Rick, if you're from my future, what happens to me? You said you do a lot of research on the Civil War."
"Sorry, I don't think I've done much research about you." She frowned, disappointed. "Oh, okay." I felt horrible inside. 
I knew her better than most of people in the War. She went through a tunnel, and got to Fort Johnson accidentally. But that's not what shocked me most. She interrupted my thought, "Maybe I should tell you what's been happening to me." she told me about, her family, the jewel, the sign, how people were rude to her, and how Soul Hunters had been chasing her, trying to make no one remember her.
She must've been going through a lot. At least one thing was good. I found the Timelander of the Past. But every time I looked at her I felt guilty not telling her. She was supposed to die last night
 

@George: Jason, the leader of the Tomas branch (for now anyway)

AMAZING!!! Awesome twist!! I love it!!

@Spencer

Congrats on being Madrigal leader.

How many chapters will the first book have? 

COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is so good! PLEASE CONTINUE!!!!!!!!!!!

-Hannah

R

Yay! Katie, you're back! Please write your next two chapters. We three need to talk at you know what thread.

Yay Kate you're back. We all missed you! No but seriously we were all literally crieing when you left.
But I don't think you can post everyday? 

woohoo!!!! katie's back!!!!

Please contuine!! And I want to know if my character America made it in.


-Primrose aka LilyTomas1 aka SoldierIvy1 
BTW?: This is my friends account but I agreed to share tha account with her.       

Okay, I don't think Katie's back. She's not supposed to yet I think. And we will discuss characters on the thread we talked about the story on.

@Spencer: ok

Hey, I'll be back Friday. :) I can talk now though and later tomorrow. I'm 'bout to post on our other thread.