Fictional Fantasy Volume One (Completed)

Chapter Five - Yuki Rey

John followed me inside today. He didn't usually do that unless my father wanted to talk to me. I wasn't looking forward to it.

I headed to the office room where my father was and waited. I kept an eye on John, waiting for him to translate something my father wanted to tell me. I was terrible at reading lips, and he was sitting facing away from me.

"I want you out of the apartment from Thursday to Saturday. I've already been delayed long enough."

"Delayed by what?" I asked.

"You. Last week."

I guess he'd been planning something but hadn't been able to go through with it until now because I'd been in bed for so long.

"What exactly is it that was delayed?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't get an answer.

"That's none of your business, young lady."

I winced at the phrase 'young lady.'

"Is that all?" I angrily asked.

"Yes."

I headed up to my room and locked the door. I threw my bag on the bed and sat down in the swivel chair by my desk.

This happened a lot. My father often had me stay over at Rachel's place or at some hotel. I never really knew why. He said that it was "for work." Based on what little I knew about what he did, it probably wasn't legal.

I mean every interpreter he hired for me in the past seemed to double as a bodyguard, which was probably unnecessary based on how many self-defense lessons he'd made me take since I was maybe five. I guess he just wanted to make sure that I was safe, even if he didn't really want to interact with me much.

Although, it was probably whatever he did that led to me being in that kind of danger in the first place. I pushed the chair over to my bed and pulled the Grimoire copy out of the bag. If I was going to be in danger, I might as well be the one causing the trouble.

I opened it up and turned to page seven. After thinking about it for a moment, I grabbed a pen from my desk and wrote down "TELEPATHY" across the bottom of the page. After a few seconds, the letters disappeared and a list of titles, Grimoire volume numbers, and page numbers appeared on the page.

I guess there are a lot of different types of thought communication that existed. there was even mind control in a later volume. Only one version was in volume one, so I turned to that page. The spell described was on page 73. All it seemed to do was let you send thoughts to other individuals. They wouldn't be able to send stuff back, and you wouldn't be able to read or control their thoughts. Just send an idea to someone else.

I sighed. Well it was something at least. Also, it seemed like it would translate your ideas so the other person would understand you if you didn't speak the same language. I lifted up the flap. The mark was a little swirl and it felt like it was drawn towards the bottom of where that original circle has been made.

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The problem now was that there wasn't a way for me to test this. The only person who knew about the Grimoire was Rachel, and she didn't want me trying more things. I knew why, she thought it was dangerous. The more things I learned how to do, the more likely I'd slip up and reveal my newfound abilities and possibly get myself arrested.

Although, she had willingly opened the book. Even if she was now having second thoughts, she was still guilty of reading. The same thing happened when I started going out at night. For years when we were kids, we talked about how cool superheroes were, and how cool it would be to be one. But once I started actually doing something around last year, she got paranoid about doing it and getting caught.