This summer has been Psychotic! Lolly’s Sweet 16th birthday almost had a star invasion. Brandon and I hid the giant ice swan sculpture at the lake. Some where along the line it came alive, and is living in the lake, not melting, had has been given dragon feet to waddle around on. Believe it or not but I had nothing to do with giving it feet. That was Olivia and Cricket’s doing. Olivia some how made Amber psychotically of her and Cricket’s friendship and only a promise from Warren to make sure Olivia and Cricket are never alone together kept her from blowing up the northern half of the continent. I got a job at the Vet office. It has a capture and release program for supernatural creatures. Catch them and then put them back in the right realm if possible. I thought the spirit realm had weird shit. Olivia’s Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin moved into town (may have been before summer), and around the 4th of July the Mom’s got into a Better home and gardens war to see who could out do each other with pseudo-patriotism celebration. Uncle Sam exploded over those 2 houses. This is what you get when Earth Fae and Glitter Fae compete with each other in non Fae areas. I blame Olivia’s mom for some how convincing my mom in to entering me (and Olivia) into Miss Teen Byron Falls. No Escape! I don’t know what I did to make mom so Mad at me. What ever it is mom I’m sorry and will never do it again! Just tell me what it was! Olivia was eliminated fairly early. Because Ami wasn’t there I ended up with second place. No one knew I knew how to play the Violin. My secret is out. I think if Lolly thought I would beat her, I would have had an “accident” That girl gets scary competitive. I wonder if that’s her star crazy showing up? So on the 4th there’s the hubbub of parade and usual craziness. I couldn’t find Kye all day (turned out he was partying by the pool) What I did find was Snotlings. They look like if you took a creature from the movie critters, shaved it and painted it green, you have a Snotling. The little Boogers were breaking into my room and trying to steal the Hope Chest! I called for Scooby gang back up and went to fight the intruders off. I’m kicking and swinging sending them flying when next thing I know I’m falling into a dark place of pain and agony. It felt like I was in there a life time, but it was probably a few moments. I vaguely remember being crawling out of the chest and blacking out due to pain or drugs. Maybe both. When I woke up Nana was there, caring for me. I had turned a full Huldra. I have a hole in my back my tail has gone crazier, and I look all stretched out. I was already tall. Now I feel twice as tall. Ok maybe a foot or so, but when your constantly hitting your head you feel like Gulliver in Lilliput. My guise looked awkward while it was still reshaping to my new form. Anorexic runway models watch out, here comes Rocky. I look starved to death, but I’m stronger and tougher. My already shoddy attention span is gone. Every thing looks different. I was so out of it, when I saw Warren I almost got my self blasted into oblivion. I accidently made a short joke at him. I forgot I was taller than him before the change. He hates being short, but is stuck with it. I didn’t mean to call him short, but it happened. Good thing I can run fast. Who needs a car to go from 0 to 60 in 4 seconds when you have a Huldra running for her life. On the 5th the Scooby gang got to hang out in Japan for a few weeks. Olivia and Zane were humping like rabbits a good portion of the time. Brandon got Lolly to cos-play and I pretty much ran free all over the place. It was fun. 3 weeks with no disasters to take care of. Best Vacation ever! The Plane ride both ways was horrid! Small, tight, confining places with no where to go or any thing to do. I’m pretty sure Olivia and Zane joined the Mile high club. When we got back I found out Kye is staying in California and wants me to move in with him… This summer seems to like kicking my feet out from under me. I told him I’d have to think about it. I’ve never been to Cali before. I mean, it can’t be worse than Spain or Japan so I’m not sure if it’s the area or the offer that scares me. We haven’t slept together yet and he wants me to move cross country with him. He’s a creature of the sea, and I a creature of the forest. I don’t know if it would work. I’ve not even told him yet I’m a full Huldra yet. I’m losing him to the sea. Do I drag it out and try and painfully hold on, Like trying to hold sea water in my hands; Or do I let him go and wish him all the happiness in the world?

I remember, when I was a small child Dad would tell me stories about his travels in Europe when he was in and just after college. He studied ancient cultures in college, the Vikings were his favorite. He studied abroad in Norway and spent every summer on Viking dig sites and in Scandinavian museums, when not camping and hiking the forests. I miss looking at his photo albums, so many pictures of places he’s been and people he’s met. He even met my mother while on his first hiking trip though the Scandinavian forests. He was camping near a small town, (I can no longer recall want its name was) when under the light of a full moon he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen strolling through the forest. Before he could call out to her she disappeared into the night. Dad said he thought he had seen a wood elf and went back to his tent. A few days later when he went back into town, he saw her again at the market buying food. He went up to her and tried to ask what her name was, but she did not speak English at the time. He tried to use his language guide book, but he failed so badly, a shop keeper had to step in and translated what he was really trying to say and not calling her a fish. For Dad it was love at first sight, but it would be many years before he could tell her. When he got back to college first class he took was Scandinavian languages, it was on his to do list of curriculum but she inspired him to focus on it first. Every summer he would camp in the woods where he first saw my mother and once he was officially studying in Norway he was back to that village every weekend he could. Mom thought he was a weirdo at first, but as he got to know her better and speak sensibly she fell for him as well. She would go visit him at college and sometimes at the digs. The digs had a tendency to creep her out, but she claimed that dad would get the most adorable look on his face when he gets excited. (I think she said that to make Dad blush, he would turn so red that his whole face and neck would turn red). They got married after Dad graduated from college. They traveled all over the world together till Mom was pregnant with me. She had learned English from him so they decided to move closer to his family, (I guess Vermont was as close as he wanted to get. I never met my Uncles or Grandparents till much later. I guess connecting with his family didn’t go as well as he hoped.). A few years passed and my brother Mikey was born. We traveled around quite a bit at first, but as I got to school age Dad insisted that we stay in one area. Mom wasn’t too thrilled about living in suburbia Vermont. If we were to settle down, she wanted to do it back home near her family. I didn’t know why at the time this would cause so much argument between them. All I knew was to take Mikey and hide when they would fight. Mom would get this wild look in her eyes and would revert back to her home language. Things would often go flying. Mom had a temper to match a Furry. I remember the last night. Mikey and I were already in bed when the fight started. I don’t know what it was about at the time, but it was the worst one I ever heard. They were in the kitchen, I could hear dishes shattering. I crept out of bed to check on Mikey, he was sound asleep so I climbed out the window of my bedroom and into Dad’s garden. It felt like a sanctuary there and the sounds of the fight were muffled. Suddenly there was an explosion from the house. The Kitchen area looked like a bomb had exploded. I couldn’t get in the house from any of the doors, so I climbed back up the tree and into my room, the hall way was already on fire, down stairs was an inferno. I tried to get to Mikey. I could hear the fire engine and sirens, I knew help was coming but I had to get to Mikey. As I opened the door to his room another explosion shook the house. I held on to the door for dear life. The smoke was thick but in the dark room I could see Mikey hiding under his bed crying. I start to run towards him as I felt hands grab me around my waist and pull me away from my brother just in time to see the floor beneath him give way and drop him with the bed on top of him into the fiery inferno below. I kicked and screamed trying to escape my rescuer, but to no avail. At some point I blacked out. He took me out of the fiery hell pit that was once my home. The house burnt to the ground along with the garden. The fire fighters were hard put to keep the neighbor’s houses from catching on fire. I keep a copy of the report. It’s surprisingly easy to figure out what happened with hindsight. The house had been a fixer upper when we moved in and Dad tried to do all of it him self, even the gas and the electrical wiring. We also kept propane and gas cans in the garage for camping events. Dad loved taking my brother and me out on his ATV. The garage was next to the kitchen and below Mikey’s and my rooms. Mom must have thrown something that messed with the gas stove and caused it to leak while arguing. They probably didn’t even notice the smell. Then something caused a spark. I don’t know what. Either something was thrown, or Mom tried to make some tea. I don’t know. What I do know is that they didn’t survive the explosion. Mikey died of a broken neck, from the bed and fall crushing him. At least he didn’t suffer slowly in the fire. I didn’t even notice that when the last explosion hit I was on fire. The back of my night gown had caught on fire and the polyester fused to my back as it burned. I don’t really remember any of that. I was in the hospital for weeks before they found a relative to ship me off to. Dad had a brother. I was still in a daze for a long time after the fire. I wasn’t with “family” very long before I was shipped off to an orphanage in New York. I can’t even remember much about Dad’s brother or his wife. Never knew their names and just called them Uncle or Aunt. I remember them arguing about me with the Child Protective services. They didn’t want any thing to do with me. They kept referring to Mom as an outsider. I thought they didn’t like Europeans or something like that. (I didn’t know Mom wasn’t human). They flatly refused to pay any the hospital fees and did not take me to a doctor for any follow up appointments that I needed. I was still in a lot of pain from my back and they often would strike my back when they did not like something I did or did not do. One stormy night a strange man showed up to the house and Uncle and &Aunt looked relived. I could have sworn that when they opened the door lightning flashed behind him. He was the scariest man I had ever seen, tall, thin, gray, solemn, and had a cold air of death around him. (He looked like the reincarnation of Judge Frollo from the Disney movie to me) He wore a long black coat and a black hat, I thought death had come for me and they had told him where I am. Before I could get my feet under me to run away they grabbed me and shoved me at him. He took a steel hard grip on my arm with one hand, while taking a fat envelope with the other. I panicked. I screamed and kicked and fought as hard as I could to get away, but my Uncle backhanded me across the face so hard, I blacked out. I woke up in the back seat of a car and the Gray Man opening the door to drag me out. I was conscious but my mind was numb with fear. I did not know where I was, but was convinced I had been sold to the Gray Man. After hauling me out of the car and into an old building he pushed me towards an equally gray woman, who led me down dark halls and tossed me into a room full of sleeping children. She told me to go sleep in an empty bed, and then shut the door behind me. I quietly did as I was told. My mind racing so bad I couldn’t have slept even if I wanted too, that and the large welt on my cheek my Uncle had given me. I waited in the cold dark room waiting to see what horrors would befall me by dawn. I am pretty sure that my Aunt and Uncle told Child services that I ran away, if the ever checked up on me. When the shock wore off and I realized where I was, I was angry. Angry and hurt and felt that I should have died in the fire with the rest of my family. I quickly became the monster child of the orphanage. Even when I didn’t do something wrong it was blamed on me any ways. I learned there were multiple hells, and I had been through three of them in less than a year, Pain, Abandonment, and Agony. I believed them when they told me that no one would want me. I was too scared to be pretty enough to adopt, too stupid to make it though school and become something better, too lazy to even car about trying. By age 7 I had given up on the world. By the age of 9 I had a gang of fellow misfits I considered friends, as we would terrorize the school, orphanage, and neighborhood that we lived in. Until the Rhoads came to the orphanage and saw something in me that none of the other potential parents ever saw.

(Sceen: Rocky sitting on her bed, petting Scamp)

I wish I had the power to change things. If I could have stopped the curse being broken. If I could change you back into human. I wish I could do something. If only she had waited I’m sure I would have found something. I feel so helpless. I’ve been having the same dream for so long I can’t remember any other dreams. Your human again, but you leave me behind, and I can’t catch up. I always lose you. I tried to accept that loss. I tried to move on with my life. I can’t. Cricket is even worried. It must be bad when a Fae prince is worried that you becoming unhinged. He hinted that maybe a star could turn you back with creation magic. The only star I know isn’t powerful enough to do that level of magic yet. By the time she is… may be to late, if she would even be willing to try. Mal is perfectly willing to try with his gene therapy. Sure he had success with turning on Kelvin’s ectomancy… But he had that gene in him already. You never had any human genetics in you. He’d probably turn you into a werecat, if any thing. Do you want to be human again? Huh, looks like you feel asleep. I wonder what you dream about… Vampire, we could have worked around. Same with werewolf, but I don’t know how to deal with this. You can’t turn human and I can’t turn into a cat. I’ll ask Lolly, I doubt she’d be up for even trying, but asking can’t hurt too much… I hope.

This summer break has gotten off to a wonderful start.
I broke Zane, broke Cricket, pissed off a Star, and had my mentor make a Promise with said Star.
It all started with this new emo kid moving into Iron Gates. I was on lockdown, so I missed the beginning of Lolly’s inquisition but Zane came and broke me out to meet the new kid. Of course I was only there for a moment before Rocky spotted our favorite friend, Cuthbert, on his way up to Delano’s house.
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Zane followed us up there and kept us from doing anything more than leaving a little skull on his seat in the car; just a reminder we can get to him wherever. Zane had a bit of a panic attack about the werewolves, and I sort of, in a trying to comfort him sort of way, let Cricket’s identity slip. He didn’t take it well and marched off to have a talk with Cricket.
Fast forwarding to the party, new kid cut Cricket’s hair. ALL OF IT. Through the guise. Lolly sent me to distract Cricket while they retrieved his hair, and I picked the worst topic ever. I asked him if everything was alright with Zane, and then let it slip that I was the one who spilled the beans, and then Cricket started crying.
I really hurt his feelings, and I didn’t know what to do so I gave him a hug. My shirt got totally soaked with tears… and then the star showed up. And she was PISSED to find me hanging on her fiance. It wasn’t like that though, at all, but she didn’t listen. Lolly was busy, Whitewood was trying to wrangle the other stars, no one else on my emergency contact list could really handle an angry star so I called Mister Warren. He came immediately and laid into the star. She wasn’t phased but he eventually got her to lay off by promising her not to let Cricket and I be together alone all summer… with the intent he can’t leave Cricket’s side. I’m kind of worried for thier sanity honestly… but I really owe Cricket and Warren both now….
Eventually Lolly got Cricket’s hair back… just as Cricket started to notice and began to turn all Nightmare Cricket on us… Warren used his super ninja skills to reattach it, so crisis averted, thankfully…
This summer is going to be a mess I can already tell…

Well, its officially summer. Lolly’s and Kelvin’s birthday party was pretty much the same circus it is every year, except with a near invasion of stars, Olivia making Amber jealous, and the “Not living here for more than 5 minutes” new kid gets unveiled (not my fault for once). Brandon and I took the gigantic ice swan from the party and set it free in the lake. I don’t think any one will be swimming any time soon. the water is so cold the ice swan isn’t melting! I think Kye Dillon and I are a couple now, feels weird. At least he’s not weirded out any more about all the supernatural stuff. I keep comparing him to Trevor, but that probably is normal to an extent. Just gotta remember Kye is a sports guy not a help me break into stuff guy. I still wear the collar Trevor got me. I’ve worn it pretty much every day since he gave it to me. At least the spokes are a hindrance to neck biters… I’ve not cut my hair in over a year. I use to keep it short, I was due for a cut when Trevor and I started dating, but he liked to play with it so I just left it grow. It’s gotten pretty long, it’s close to mid shoulder blade. My guise hair is still short, so I still look like I did at the beginning of Sophomore year, though I guess I’ll look fairly young for a really really long time. I doubt I would look much more different at the age of 18 than 16, its just 2 years. When I hit 30 it might be an issue. I’d be in hell if I had to be in high school that look because I continue to look this young. Maybe for my 21st birthday I can get this guise to look 21 and not worry about the age stuff for a few 100 years. I guess I was bound to lose Trevor sooner or later. I was just hoping for later. At worst he would of had only lived for 8 or 10 years, Looked human but age like a cat. At best he would have aged like a human, so barring any thing eating him, major illnesses, or accidents, he could have had another 60 years. 60 would have been a lot better than 1.

Surprisingly the plan went fairly well. We got big bad nerd boy away from the dance and his brain washed drones, and into the park which was civilian free… well as far as we could be sure of. We cut the magic tie between the Warlock and Lich, broke Nerd boy’s leg so he couldn’t escape and get into more trouble. Then Olivia and I spent the rest of the time bashing zombies in the park with flaming baseball bats. We got into a contest to see who can get a home run with zombie heads. We didn’t realize that vampires had showed up to battle the lich until this one crazy chick popped up with the intent to kill me. I swung the bat at her but she turned to ash before I could connect. The hunters had come to play. With most the zombies broken … can’t call them dead… maybe deader? And with the park on fire and hunters converging we took off. The Hunters and Police were left to the clean up process. Off to the caves we ran to free G.R. Boy was she pissed off. It took Lolly a while to talk G.R. into not killing any one till their due time. (I thought giving her nerd boy was fine, he caused a lot of death, I was out voted) Well she agreed after giving Nerdy a very calculating look, like seeing how much time he had left, I’m guessing not much. We had to destroy the Lich but that thing wasn’t going to reform, despite Lolly’s hopes. Fate help us if she ever becomes religious. I had Tiewaz break the Lich’s box (it was what kept him on this plane of existence) and then break G.R. out of some very nasty bonds. Then torched the place and some summon Lich and death cult books. I know they were technically school property, but there is no way Cuthbert is going to ever be allowed to get his hands on books like that again. The rest of his life will be a living hell. I can’t kill him but I can tournament him. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off. I can feel all 8 of my missing soul points aching with in me. I still have a week left of school before Nana can take Olivia and I into Earth Fae realm to charge up. It sucks being walking bait for any thing that feeds off of soul points. I wonder if it’s too late to catch Mal’s “chicken pox” and miss the last week of school?