I have always been a supersticious person, my grandma always drilled into me the many supersticions of life, ya know; never walk under a ladder, if you spill salt throw some over your left shoulder, there are many more, but my current circumstances leave me in to much shock and with much bewilderment to tell you more. I have always had myself a little ritual when i went camping, not really sure why, it just something i have always felt the need to do, and its not something my grandma taught either. I set up my tent, mark where i am, than i dig my toilet, after all the other things are done and just before dark sets in (HAS to be right at dusk) i set up my campfire. I get 10-20 rocks of roughly the same size and shape, place them, collect the large sticks and place them in the circle of rocks. Than i place place the piece of firestarte abd some paper below and i start the fire and set up dinner, and the most crucial part is to always throw some food in the fire as an offering to the gods.

I can hear the brains ticking, why not prepare the setup beforehand or why not go somewhere you dont HAVE to do this stuff, nope cant do that, it causes a maddening physical itch to my brain, have do take it apart and do it all over againg tge "right" way otherwise, druves me mental, but ah well, im used to it now.

Now on to tonjghts dilemma that started tgus little rant. Here behind me with food in my hand about to throw the food in fire to offer i hear "you know, this time, i would very much prefer my food un-burt." "Who the hell are you?" I yell. "Oh, thats my bad manners, i forgot to introduce myself." With a deep breath the person now in front of me continues; "I am Tyche."

My expression drops, full of shock, Tyche, i know who that is, but they are lying they have to be, i cant say who Tyche is either, because only iykyk and its bad luck to say. And for those interested Tyches looks were extroadinary, thats it, no words or colours can say it better, and i cant tell gender, because Tyche looked truely androdgynous.

After and interrogating Tyche, and finding no lies and everything i have ever heard to be true come out their mouth. I find myself in pure shock, sitting down having an amazing conversation, and dinner with Tyche, they apparently like duck, and are surprisingly not a fan of apples. Sorry folks thats all there is, because again iykyk, and my luck is good currently, i will say though, if you want to know, google is a great resource. Imma go see if Tyche likes Rum.......

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DAY 1

I stare at the door that now sits next to my stairs, a door that i would swear was not there last night before i went to bed. Did i miss it in my excitement of finally moving into my dream home, i couldnt have though, i've been here dozens of time since the deal on the house closed, i have walked up and down these same stairs, past this same hallway and before today there was never a door here before. Im unsure as to what i should do, do i ooen it and see what lay inside, do i tell someone and hope they have an answer, or do i ignore the door and pretend it does not exist. I can feel myself starting to panic, NO this was supposed to be a normal house, i was supposed to start living a normal life. The door seemed like it thrummed in response to my inner monologue, no this isnt happening, the door isn't real i tell myself. I force the panic down and tell myself with conviction; the door is NOT real.

DAY 2

The next day i invite my mum, my girlfriend and a couple other friends over for a small house warming party, i wonder in a passing thought if the door that doesn't exist is locked. But i squash that thought because the door doesn't exist, it cant exist, it shouldn't exist. The door thrummed again, feeling like the beat of a drum, and with the sound of a bass guitar.

2 hours later after everyone had eaten i offered to take the people who had never been here on a tour of my house. But before i even started i hear the sentence i mist dread. "Why is there such a weird door in such a weird place." My friend asked."Shit." i thought. I thought i would have more time before the door was noticed. "Janice." I asked softly. "What door." I continue on, i can feel beads of sweat appearing at my temples having to lie to my friend, having to gaslight her, having to try and make her believe her eyes are decieving her, panic starting to set in again, i say quiet harshly to everyone. "Im not feeling so great, everyone needs to go." I feel myself stumble, i catch myself on the stair railing feeling slightly faint. Ppl rush to try and catch me but i push them away yelling "JUST GO!" With words of well wishes, and hopes i feel better soon they all leave.

DAY 3

Today is a new day, i stare at the door grimly the thrumming beating into my soul, having finally had to accept the door is real, having to grasp what this means of my new reality. I say to myself that this cant be real, HOW can this be real. But i know it is, i can see it right in front of me, the constant mind numbing thrumming, i have only been here for 3 days, and im losing my mind over a door, a door that should not exist. I walk away determined not to let the door win

DAY 4

The doors thrumming is constant now, im slowly losing my mind, i cant feel my sanity starting to crumble. I will right this in case im never able to make sense of myself again. To my mother: mum, dad was right, and i think my fate will be the same as his. To Janice: im sorry i tried to make it seem like the door wasnt real, but it was, after reading this leave this house and never return, it not safe. I wrote other notes to Mark, Jacob, Ambry, and Noelle just saying what sane thoughts i have left to them.

DAY 5

I cant do it anymore the door is winning, its slowly eating my sanity, why, how, i cant.............

DAY 6

I lost against the door, my will is gone, its demandng me open it

DAY 7

Huh!!! Wasnt as bad as i thought, it was empty inside

DAY 8

im sorry, i shouldn't have opened the door, i should have been stronger, im sorry.....

DAY 9

Sombody help me, its got me

The Duke looked at the Queen with sadness, none of us like what the prophesy said, none of us are keen to send a teenager barely out of childhood into the bowls of hell. But the history books tell us the horrors that await us if we refuse train the long awaited child. It is only they that can save us. He knew that Queen Abeline was trying to protect the children of the nation, but she going to get them all killed. With a grim look on his face He figured he was going to have to put his neck on the line and disagree with the Queen in front of the courtiers, and he only hoped she would listen.......

"My Queen, may i interject here," the duke asked tentatively. "What do you have to say Duke carmichael." Said the Queen. The Duke started speaking the words the Queen would not want to hear " Your benevolence shows no bounds, but you have seen the prohecy as have i, we have no choice but to send the child away; to train her to fulfil her role in the catasophy to come." With a grave look on his face the Duke gauging the Queens reaction continued "nobody else on the whole continent has the inherent potential Princess Jeanie does, and remember, she will not be alone there will be others who join her, to help her. We need her." He finished. The Queen stoo up from her throne, looming over all below her, her face looked thunderous "SILENCE." She demanded with deadly calm, the Duke felt like he had walked face first into the eye of a hurricane. "HOW DARE YOU." Said the Queen. She started walking towards the Duke with almost a murderous intent, while continuing her speech. "My oldest son Jerome was killed 10 years ago on a fools errand becuase of this prophecy, because we all were so high and mighty on ourselves that we we thought we were right, disregarding the Red Flags." The Duke paled the closer the Queen walked towards him, when she was a mere foot from him he knelt on one knee and she continued. "And you now expext me to send my twelve year old daughter off to train for a purpse none of us have any way of verifying is real or not." With a disgusted look on her face Queen Abeline turned and walked away. "No, im not allowing it, im not sending my youngest child on another fools errand." The Duke quickly stood up as the Queen walked away from him, a brief feeling of relief running through him realising he came away unscathed from the Queen's fury, before realising the meaning of her words. "But your Majesty, you know as well as i that events are happening as the prophecy foretold, crops dying, previously sane people all over the continent losing their mind at the exact same time, and all saying the same the same thing"

To be continued.........