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Prologue

"YOUR IMAGINATION CAN BE A STRONG WEAPON."
~Unknown

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Penelope's P.O.V.

Hi my name is Penelope Summers I'm currently 21 years old and I live with my mum and older sister in the middle of a forest. I have brown-rooted blond hair and blue green eyes and I'm currently looking out through the window feeling frustrated. I had another dream about Him. He was talking about how would it feel to be real, he always say that I am the only one that can make his wish come true bu-.

"Penelope?" The door creaked as my older sister, Faith, peeked her head through. Interrupting my thoughts.

"What do you want now?" I sighed

"Oh come on you know what I want"

Last night me and my sister played Truth or Dare and in the middle of the game she was called by mum, interrupting our game that is just so happened to be my turn and she dared me to ask mum about dad and no way I'm going to do THAT mum will be so angry that she will probably turn into a dragon that breathes fire.

"You know that I won't get out of this room and go talk to her, right?" I stated

"Please... I hate begging" Great she's giving me the puppy eyes.

"My answer is still no"

"pretty please."

"nope."

"please please please"

"You know that your older than me right?"

"please with a Oreo on top"

"No"

"Ughhh.... Fine I'll leave you alone I'll just go down stairs and talk to mother and make sure you go downstairs" She said and closed the door behind her, stomping her way down the stairs.

Finally she's gone, as much as I love my sister she gets a little bit annoying. I stand up to go the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower and changed into comfortable clothes. I heard a loud bang and I quickly turned around and saw a book on the floor.

As I picked up the book to put it back on the bookshelf I noticed my grandmothers name written on it.

"Huh?.... Did mother gave this to me." I whispered. I mean if she did I could have remembered plus it couldn't been my grandmother she died like 13 years ago it would be impossible if she gave this to me now.

To find out the truth I went downstairs and saw  Faith and my mother talking about something with our dog on my sisters lap.

"Mum did you gave this to me?" I let her look at the book and she frowned

"No. Why do you have that book?" she nervously said.

"I don't know, it was placed in my bookshelf." I shrugged. Why is she acting weird.