Clay and Yale watched Jenna walk to her room. Clay watched her walk away we glee as Yale watched Clay with curiosity. The two of them weren’t planning on going to bed, Not quite yet. The night was the best time for dragons. They could shift and fly over the lands in darkness. The castle and its surroundings were especially quiet and beautiful at night. They had found a spot that they loved to fly to and then shift and watch the night sky.Yale smiled at Clay, “Are you ready to go?”Clay nodded, “Yes, just let me grab the bag, and let’s sneak some of Mom’s favorite wine.” He smirked. Yale laughed as they headed into the kitchen. They grabbed some of the famous cheesecake that was left over. Then Yale headed down to the cellar and grabbed a bottle of the Queen's finest wine. The Queen didn’t like it when they took her favorite wine, so they had to be careful and quiet. The two men quietly wrapped up the cheesecake in paper and added the wine to the bag. They then quietly exited the cast
Clay grabbed the bottle back from Yale and drank the rest, gulping it down. It was probably at least halfway full still and Yale sighed and watched him as he gulped it down. Clay let out a huge belch when he finished, setting the bottle down.Yale laughed, “So I take that as a yes.”Clay sighed, “It’s strange, isn’t it?”Yale nodded, “It’s odd to have a human actually fated mated to our kind.”Clay played with the wine bottle in his hands, “I know. I quite don’t understand it myself, but she is definitely my mate.”Yale sighed, “Do you think she’s even good enough for you?”Clay looked at Yale with defeat, “I would imagine s,o but who’s to say? She’s from a different timeline, she knows nothing of our world, and she’s odd.”Yale laughed, “She definitely is odd, but like you said, maybe she is the key.”Clay nodded and tapped the wine bottle against the log, “Maybe so. Either way, when she told me supernaturals (as she called them) were not known in her timeline, that scared me. I know
In the morning, Jenna rolled over and stretched out in the large bed. She looked over the room again. The canopy was lovely. It really made the bed warm and inviting. The sitting area had a table and two sofas. Both elegantly blue. The table was made of marble.She smiled as she sighed heavily. The last two days had been crazy, but tonight, she would attend a ball. She had never been to one. Junior prom was okay for her. Her friend Melody had asked her boyfriend’s best friend to take Jenna. She wasn’t romantically interested in him at all, but they had fun. She had worn a silver sweetheart dress. It wasn’t as elegant as even what she had worn the night before, but she had loved it. She had worn black pumps and had her hair professionally done. Melody was her closest friend, but didn’t have a best friend. She refused to get close to anyone.There was a knock on the door, “Come in.” called Jenna.Marissa walked in and smiled at Jenna, “Good morning, Miss. Did you sleep okay?”Jenna smil
Jenna sat on the steps of the old stone church. She leaned up against the cold cement and traced her finger along the lines of the stairs. She looked towards the street in front of her; cars drove by, and people walked on the sidewalk. It was a perfect day; only it wasn't. The town she lived in was called Pleasantville, but it wasn’t very pleasant for her. She waited on the steps of her current foster family's church, the Morgs, for them to come out from the service. Today was Jenna’s 17th Birthday, but it didn’t matter. Jenna had been in foster care since she was three, but not all her foster parents were bad. The Morgs were nice enough people, but they weren’t her family. The Morgs doted on their biological children but not her. When it came to birthdays, holidays, and vacations? She was rarely included. They weren’t mean or vile like some of her previous foster parents. She had clean clothes and food; she even went to an excellent school- They didn’t treat her like f
Jenna fell on her bed backward, sighing as she landed. “Ugh,” She thought. She heard yelling outside her bedroom door; Evelyn and Mark were still at it. “I’m getting the house, you buffoon! You can sleep in your office,” screamed Evelyn. Jenna could hear her stomping past the bedroom door. “Maybe I will!” replied Mark, and Jenna rolled her eyes; this had been going on since Mark had found out about the affair. Jenna had known for months that something was up with Evelyn. She had a pep in her step; she was happy and laughing. Evelyn's attitude had improved to the point where she acted like she had when Jenna had first moved in. When Jenna first moved in, Evelyn was confident and happy. But, as time passed, Evelyn lost her confidence and shine; she was depressed. She was lonely in her marriage to Mark and only held on because of her children. Jenna could see the change in her attitude when the affair started; she had gotten all her lost confidence back, and she was no longer de
Jenna pulled up to the museum; it was an exquisitely kept stone structure from the 1500s. Stones lined the walkway to the building, and two dragon statues were on pedestals by the entrance. The children gasped when they saw it. They had lived in this town their entire lives but never visited the museum because their parents were always too busy. Jenna had only been here once on a school field trip in the second grade, but that was just a distant memory now. Jenna parked the car looking at the children; Melanie gleamed with excitement. "This is so cool! I hope the inside is just as cool." Jenna laughed, "I haven't been here since I was really young, but I remember it being pretty fantastic." She said, peering out the window at the massive stone building. Max had brought his handheld game and was completely oblivious to his surroundings. Jenna walked over and took the game, putting it in her pocket. "Okay, you two, time for rules." Both twins rolled their eyes. "Jenna, we
Once they were done with all the exhibits, they went to the car. Max and Melanie climbed in, and she handed Max back his game. He smiled as he took it happily, “You know, you’re almost addicted to that thing.” Jenna laughed. Max grinned, “I’m at the 100th level. I need to get to 350 to beat the game. I can smell the victory.” Jenna laughed, and Melanie pinched her nose, “ I can smell something else.” She groaned. Max laughed, “whoever smelt it dealt it.” He teased. Jenna plugged her nose and rolled down the windows. “Geez, Max! You stink.” Max laughed, “It's a part of my charm.” Melanie gagged, “Boys are so gross!” Jenna smirked and pulled out her phone. She texted Evelyn and told her they were done. Today was her visit with her mother. Jenna sighed as she started the car, “Your mom is back now. I will drop you two off and see my mom.” Both children nodded, “I hope you have a good visit, Jenna," said Melanie. Jenna nodded, “I do too.” On the
Jenna slowly turned around to face the man. He was tall and dressed in clothes they would wear 500 years ago. Cloth pants that were brown and a white one-piece shirt. She eyed him slowly, “I just came to marvel at this clock again.” The man smiled, “Aye,” He said, “She is a beauty, isn’t she?” Jenna nodded, “Could you tell me more about the story of the time travel?” she asked. The man nodded, “Yes. I am Angelo, by the way. The clock's keeper.” Jenna smiled wearily; this guy was a little creepy. He continued, “It has been said that this clock can send those true of heart back in time to fight for what they want. To change who they are, to become more. The legend says; that a young girl used this very clock to do just that. The legend says she was the queen of this castle, Queen Angela.” Jenna looked at the clock and then looked at the picture by it. Queen Angela stood by the clock; she posed for this picture. She looked marvelous; her long gown was to the floor, an