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Prologue : A cycle of life

Categories: F/M and Other

Fandom: Original Work

Relationship: OC/OC

Series: Part 1 of the Dimensions series

It's about my OC goes to different worlds and dimensions for work or enjoyment.

Additional Tags:

Dimension Trave -Fluff and Angst -Magical World -Other Additional Tags to Be Added -Friendship -Love Triangles? - die because of old age -youthful spirit lady - I like to write slash so in the future maybe? but not in the first part though so warning -Unbeta-ed -Story with Plot -Lot of fandoms -Magical Creatures.

Notes:

This is the story with an awkward situation so bear with me.

If you see any mistake, feel free to tell me and it would be appreciated to go into detail so I’ll be able to improve myself. Don’t flame me, first time writing an original work.

Hope you enjoy this.

'Thought'

"Speech"

Edited: 7/14/2018.

Prologue: A cycle of life

Part 1

Lying on her bed, Alesea Summer was enjoying the night. The room was cosy and warm, lighted up by only her table lamp. Looking out the window, the moon was full, bleaching the town below.

Some house had had their lights turned off. From here, she could see a unique bicycle parked in front of a bakery. That bike’s owner was Jack, her old friend’s grandson, Lily who passed away a few years ago. He was a hard-working boy, always serious with what he did. Alesea believed he would have a bright future ahead of him with his cooking skill, especially at making cakes. He would make a wonderful pastry chef, which had always been his dream. Though he, himself, still didn't have enough money to open a small shop of his own.

Another thought made her lips curved into a smile, it was about his love life, or be more specific, his childhood friend, Cara. The girl was head over heels for him and so was he, but they were too dense to even realize it. They were afraid that their feelings would affect their friendship. They reminded her of her late husband, Lewis, and herself, well, except the childhood part. She met him in her late teens. Or that what she thought back then.

"Cough! Cough! "Looking at her now bloody hand, Alesea simply cleaned it with a tissue and threw the tissue to the nearby almost full basket.

After getting a more comfy position, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her sickness was becoming worse. Even when the doctor and her children didn’t say anything, she knew better. It was her own body telling.

Afraid? Scared?

No, she accepted it, actually. She wanted to meet her husband. She missed him dearly.

While still in her train of thought, someone greeted her: “Hello Alesea”. A deep voice, she thought, a very familiar deep voice. She snapped her eyes open.

Before her standing close to the opposite window was a man, in his twenties, about 6 feet 5, raven hair with a pair of blue eyes.

“ My sickness must have been worst. I even see illusion now. He looks so young in this who was suppose to be a 50 years old man or my brain just likes to see the younger version.” “ I’m not an illusion”. But she kept mumbling to herself .“ Wow, never knows an illusion can talk back.”

He deadpanned. “ How about trying to pinch yourself .” And she did just that. “ It actually hurts.” She looked to her pinched thigh then back at him. “ So this real” He nodded. “ Why you look so young then? And I did go to your funeral a few years ago.”

He was looking nervous but didn’t answer her. She sighed.

“What are you doing here?”. She took a not so wild guess. “To help me to move on or something?”.

He just stood there and gave her a small sad smile.

She should be scared for her or her sanity by now. She knew she should but instead, she only snorted “ So, you’re like my personal reaper?”

“ Something like that,” he said wryly. 

After a few moments, he asked:“ It’s there... anything you want to do before…you know?”

“uh... What ?”. She didn’t know if she heard it right.

“Would you wish to do something ?”

She looked at him incredulously. He continued: “ I mean- I can help you fulfil your wishes.”

“ Is this real? I don’t know that people could wish before they die ”.

“ I asked somebody up there”. He pointed up to the sky. “ If I could give you some simple wishes and they said yes. Don’t worried. You can wish many wishes as you like but only in the next 5 hours.”

She let the information to sink in then realized something “ Since you came, I feel much better and I didn’t even cough once.”

- You will be healthy until the time is up. Shall we begin? We only have 5 hours.

“ Hmm, I would like some ice cream ?”. She only asked to know if it really worked. Then a glass of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream appeared in her hand and one chocolate flavour appeared in his. “ My favourite flavour”. Then she had her first spoon. “Hmm...This is bliss. It’s been years since the last time I ate ice cream.” She continued on with her second, third,... until the glass was emptied. She looked up at him and apparently he also finished his. “ So what can I wish ?”.

He answered, “ Mostly anything, for example, food.” He gestured to the glasses then they disappeared. “ clothes, going to places, any activities actually. But I won’t make anyone become rich or fall in love, or raise the dead, revenge. There are some other limitations I will tell you.”

Humming to herself, taking some time to think it over, she finally said: “ Then I like to go on a Gondola ride”. With that, they both vanished.

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Somewhere in Venice.

Puff.

They reappeared in the middle of the street.

“We’re here”. Damien announced.

Alesea opened her eyes and looked around. The city wasn’t too crowded at this time of the year. People mostly wore a coat or jacket with scarves and gloves. They enjoyed shopping, buying souvenirs or simply talking with their family and friends.

No one seems surprised when two strangers popped out of nowhere.

Like he knew what she was thinking, he ensured her: “ No need to worry. They see what I want them to see. So we just like every other tourist”.

'That’s convenient'. She thought.

She then noticed her clothes had changed into a different more appropriate attire, not her old sleeping robe but a white turtle-neck sweater together with an oversized plaid scarf wrapped around her neck, a wool cashmere coat, a quite comfy cream structured trousers and a pair of white low heel pumps. Reaching to touch her hair with her now gloved hand, it seemed like her hair had pulled back into a low bun with an encircling braid.

“This surely is magical”. She murmured.

“Then I promise, you’ll be surprised with what to come .” She glanced back. His face didn’t show any smugness but as friends, she knew better. The guy had always been confident in his abilities.

“Well, seeing is believing. I just hope I won’t get too disappointed”. She smirked.

He arched an eyebrow. “Then let’s begin with a Gondola ride shall we?” His eyes gleamed with mischief.

She couldn’t agree more. They went to the Grand Canal.

Damien was her childhood friend. Their first encounter was when she was seven while she was trying to save a kid from being bullied in the park. With his practice in karate, he was able to help her telling those older kids to back off. Their damsel uh... bachelor in distress was very grateful. They talked a bit but the boy was freaking out when he remembered he had to go home. He said goodbye and ran away. She never saw him again however she did meet Damien frequently. He had just moved in for a few days with his family and his house was quite near hers. They gradually became good friends despite their contrast of personalities. To her, he was like a big brother she had never had

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Turned out, Damien was also a very skilful gondolier, all she had to do was laying back her now a royal like seat and enjoying the ride while drinking some wine. It was kinda funny to see Damien wear Gondolier’s outfit. It didn’t suit him though but she would never say it out loud. She wished Lewis was here to see this.

After a while, the boat took a turn to a small canal. It was dark, eerily silent and void of people, swaddled in a veil of mist.

“ Where are we going?” She asked instinctively. “ You’ll see”. He answered. They went deeper into the alley. She was a bit scared at first. Then the mist started to disperse, the climbing roses on the wall illuminated on their own. The place brightened up. Now she could see clearly what ahead of her. Pixies like creatures with many skin colour flying around, talking in an unfamiliar language, buying things in tiny size stands attached to the wall. When some flew pass her, she could hear their wings flapping. 

Then she felt something under the boat, she looked into the canal, her hands holding the edge of the starboard side. There was a giant squid swimming under, then disappeared out of her sight. “ I think he, the squid, is lost. The water here is getting dirtier over the years. He shouldn’t be here.” Damien commented behind her.

She turned directly at him: “ Where are we?”. He smiled. “ Well, welcome to the magical world, Alesea. Now we can begin our real tour.”

The tour started from there. She saw some squirrels with anthropomorphized faces on the rooftop winking at her. This made her gondolier chuckle: “ You sure have a young spirit.” She didn’t understand what that supposed to mean. They passed a few kitsunes, if she remembered it right, which should be in Japan waving at them or more specifically, Damien. Fortunately, they didn’t even bat an eye at her. She met many others creatures until at the of the canal, Damien said something unexpected: “ We’re going to fly.” Not even waiting for her response, an invisible rope wrapped around her waist, and they took off, upright. “ SHIIIIIITT!!!” You could hear her swore clearly in the quiet night while closing her eyes.

'I shouldn’t challenge him in the first place.'

Then it stopped. She opened her eyes slowly. Only one word appeared in her mind right there: breathtaking.

The view that was.

Notes:

I'm still not satisfied with this. I don't know how to make this better though.