Legacy

Rider Chapter 1

One

Rider

                “Hey. Hey Rider. Sup Rider,” says a soft, flat voice, right in my ear. I open my eyes to see my sister Alex standing right next to me. I sigh. “What is it this time?” I ask, quite annoyed that she came in from her early morning dashes across rooftops through MY window. AGAIN. That’s twice this week that she’s needed to get in quickly and decided that my room looked good. “Uh… something about a chicken and a spatula…” she replies sheepishly.  “A spatula?” I ask. “Really?” “Well, yeah,” she says defensively. “Not all spatulas are used for good!”

Just then, our “overseeress” as she calls herself, walks in. “Rider, Alex,” she says in her snobbish voice, quite formally, I must admit. “What?” asks Alex, sounding really annoyed. “It’s time for you girls to be off to your first dancing class of the day. We groan. She makes us do all these “lady like” classes, and Alex and I are complete tomboys, not to mention hundreds of times more interested in magic than ballet.  We only have one magic class a day, and Ashlein (That’s her name) forces us to do between three to five boring ones a day. It’s torture, especially when we have to put on uncomfortable, tight, sparkly-scratchy skirt thingies and painful shoes. Alex sighs dramatically and goes back to her room, leaving me to go to my huge, intricately carved wooden wardrobe and find my least uncomfortable dressy- thingy and the most padded shoes, struggling to get the outfit- clearly made for someone more lanky than me- over my muscular legs. I find it even harder to pull on the tight shoes.

When I finally get dressed, I go out into the hall, outside Alex’s door, and wait for her. I can hear her grunting, trying to get her own shoes, which are all at least a half size too small, onto her feet. A minute later, she emerges, and I can’t help but laugh. With her dark complexion, medium brown hair, and shocking gray eyes, Alex has never looked good in olive green or bronze. She’s wearing an olive dressy-thingy with bronze swirls, and bright orange-and-pink shoes. I don’t care much about fashion, but my sister looks ridiculous. “Shut up, she says angrily, and I open her door wider to reveal her mirror. “Alex, turn around,” I say, holding back more laughter. She obliges, and the second she sees herself, she cracks up. Still laughing, we walk down the elegant marble staircase to the ballroom.

“Goodness, what on earth are you wearing?” asks Ashlein, looking at Alex. “The stupid outfit for your stupid class,” she replies. Ashlein doesn’t take this well, and orders us to do 50 “plies,” whatever those are. We sort of just stand there, and then I feel a sharp pain in my chest.  Alex and I look at each other and pull out our identical pendants. They heat up whenever one of the magical beings wants to talk to us. It glows green, which means we need to go talk to the dragon that guards the Gates to the kingdom of Legacy. We rush up to our rooms again, ripping of the dressy thingies and pulling on our usual sweatpants. I finish first, so I knock on Alex’s door and shout to her that I’m heading down to the barn to get Buster, the dinosaur I brought back from one of my time-traveling field trips. He’s the friendliest dinosaur ever, and I’ve made it so he can understand and speak human language.

Ten minutes later, Alex, Buster and I are at the gates. “Hey, Gallarey,” she calls to the dragon. “Alex! Rider!” she says. She explains how she just saw three mortal humans just outside the gates, within the magical barrier. “This is bad,” I say. Humans shouldn’t be able to pass through the barrier. “We’ll go check it out,” Alex says, and we open the gates silently.

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SO sorry this took like 3 weeks. I'm working on co-authoring a story, but it's supposed to be a surprise and it's taking up a lot of time, not to mention that I am still in school, so that takes quite a bit of time. The new book is gonna be awesome, though, and it'll be worth the wait. Bye potatoes!