Alexander's Tale

Change & The Beginning

This is the story of Alexander Stone. The one who will save us all from ourselves.
The Wheels of his Fate started turning at age fifteen unbeknownst to young Alexander.

"Alexander Stevenson Stone, you get up this instant, and get ready or you'll be late for school," my foster mom yelled before shutting my bedroom door and heading to her & my foster father room down the hall.

Hi my name is Alexander Stone. I have black hair, a creamy white pale complexion.
My eyes are blue on the outside of my iris, red in the middle, & purple near my pupils. Most people think I am a vampire because of my pale complexion.

I got up & threw on my long sleeve black T-shirt, a pair of skinnies, & my black converse.
After I got dressed, I grabbed my hidden eyeliner from my bathroom and stashed it in my bag.
I then heaved my bag on my shoulder and headed downstairs,  and outside to see the bus taking off down the road. I run after the bus hoping the bus driver would see me, and stop but he didn't even notice me. I walked down the next corner & headed straight for school.

I was almost to school when a car drove by & I was hit with water balloons filled with paint.
I looked up in time to see that it was the muscle headed jocks. If they weren't spending all their time flexing their muscles to pick up girls, they were picking on me the gay goth guy. I have given up on them ever changing. I walked in the nearest store possible & realize as I walked in that it was an occult shop.

Great if anyone saw me, they would find another reason to pick on me. I mean if it wasn't the fact that I was left in the rain as a child. If not that,then it was that I was the gay goth guy...I really didn't need another reason to be bullied.

As I walked into the stores main section, I see a woman in front of the counter holding a rag & pointing to a bathroom.
I notice she didn't say anything, she just handed me the rag, and pointed again at the bathroom. So I took it and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

When I finished cleaning up I headed back out to thank the silent lady for the rag, only to hear her talking to someone in a eerie voice that shook me to the soul.

"The choice you make will make or break you.
Let your heart guide you and it will be a piece of cake, and twice as sweet," she finished & turn to see I had finished cleaning up. She seemed worn out a little bit, then when I first walked in and saw her.

I was bout to talk to her when I felt something rub against my leg. I looked down to see a cat rubbing against my leg. Something seemed off about the little white cat.

"Holy crap, it has two tails," I said to the woman who seemed curious and intrigued.

The woman waved me over, and picked up a pad of paper and a pen.

"My name is Helga Birchridge," she wrote on the pad of paper & showed me.

"My name is Alexander Stone," I told her, before asking, "Is there something wrong with your voice Helga."

"It is taxing using my voice," she wrote then showed me, before writing more, "So I use this form of communication most of the time."

"I love the cat, she is very beautiful & unique," I told her as the cat nuzzled my leg & I picked her up.

"Her name is Iris Sage. She just waltzed up to the door one day & has been here since. She doesn't let anybody touch her much less pick her up, not even me. It is said that some cats are born special & unique for they have a soul partners. A partner that is human," she wrote and showed me, clearly intrigued and excited about whatever she was thinking.

"Excuse me for a sec," she wrote, showing the pad to me before setting it down and heading out the front door & with a clove cigar, and a lighter.

I felt Iris Sage nuzzle my face and then two sets of claws were latched on my face.

"Owwwwah," I started to try and pull her off when in my mind it felt like someone was ripping my mine in two, it felt like it was being split open. It felt like when your listening to the am radio station that was static and not coming to good.

"Hold still Alexander," a voice called out.

I did hold still then, I noticed that nobody was in the room and I thought I was going mad.

"Your not going mad silly mouse," the feminine teenage voice said with mirth, and I realized it was coming not from around me but from the inside of my head, "I know this is painful but I need to remove the seals placed on your soul, and to do that I have to merge our minds and souls."

I then realized it was Iris taking to me and it was through my head.

"There you've finally stopped resisting," she declared.

All of the sudden I felt her go limp and she wasn't breathing. Not even two seconds after that it was like a giant force of energy rushed into me and it felt like something was being unlocked within me. Like a door was being opened to a force of energy that felt like the ultimate sugar rush. I felt pieces click into place, information of a sorts, it was like when a computer discover a flash drive.

Finally Iris started moving again.
"Please put your paws under me please," Iris asked me and I did as she asked. She put her back paws on my hands & retracted her front claws from my face. She then lick my the scratch marks my face numbed up and slowly regained feeling.

"So what are you," I asked Iris.

"My name is Iris Sage," she replied jumping from my arms. She seemed to be getting bigger. She looked like a panther, but she was a white snowflake color, & she had two tails, "You are my witch, and I am your familiar," she told me nuzzling my waist.

"We will discuss this later," she told me nudging me towards for the door, "for now head to school and I will catch up with you soon."

I did as she told me and headed out the door to school.

"Watch out for traffic," Iris told me, "by the way talk inside your head it helps keep people from thinking your about as nuts as a acorn tree."

I giggled a bit at her joke, "I will remember that, Iris."