Everything was falling apart. The screaming was just the icing on top of the cake.

George darted behind the bookcase, wondering how to get out of this mess. He should have been invisible to the elf now cowering on his daughter’s bed, but there was no misconstruing that panicked reaction. They'd spotted him. All three elves, although the two children were taking this much better than their musophobic father.

“Oh, it’s so cute! Daddy, can I keep it? Can I keep it?”

“No, you can’t keep it, and it isn’t a mouse, either,” Bobby said.

Drat. That boy’s innate paranormal sensitivities were a problem. But perhaps George could communicate a succinct telepathic message to shut up?

He squeezed his beady eyes shut and willed Bobby to hear his words.

Nothing.

This was bad.

“No, you cannot keep it!” George heard Pipaluk tell his daughter. “Do you know how many diseases wild mice carry?”

“Daddy, you’re messing up my blanket.”

George twitched his whiskers. He couldn’t make himself invisible, and he couldn’t communicate with others. All signs pointed toward one thing.

They'd fired him.

“What on earth is going on here?” asked a stern feminine voice.

His little round ears perked up. Emma. She was a sensible elf, and he’d already met her when he was in raccoon form. Maybe he could get a message across to her?

“Daddy saw a mouse,” little Sue told her mother. “I’m gonna name him—”

“George,” Bobby interrupted his younger sister. “His name is George.”

That boy really was trouble.

“It ran behind the bookcase!” Pipaluk exclaimed. “Not five minutes ago!”

“Get down from your daughter’s bed,” Emma instructed her husband. “I need you to get me that special snowsuit you created—you know, the one that can protect against the worst of Lily’s blizzards. And while you do that, I’ll take care of the mouse situation.”

George heard a thud as Pipaluk jumped down to the floor.

“You’re the best, Emma. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Ew, they’re kissing!” Sue whined.

If a mouse could have rolled its eyes, George would have.

Footsteps left the room. He followed them with one ear while the other rotated to follow a second set of footsteps, heading toward Sue’s bed.

“Honestly. Of all the things that could scare him, it had to be mice,” Emma muttered. “Look at all these footprints on your bedspread, Sue. What did he step in? We’ll have to wash this.”

“Can I keep it, Mommy? Can I keep the mouse?”

“No, you can’t keep it. Where did it go? Behind the bookcase? Not that it’ll still be there. If it has any sense, it’s already found whatever hole or crack it used to get in here and is long gone. I didn’t think mice could even survive here at the North Pole…”

Emma grunted as she pushed one end of the bookcase away from the wall. George sat up on his hind legs and twitched his whiskers.

She stared at him.

How had she realized he wasn’t a raccoon before? Was there something he’d done to let her know?

“Oh, look! See how cute it is?” Sue asked, peeking around the bookcase. “He wants to stay with us! Can I keep him, Mommy? Please? Can I keep him?”

“No,” Emma repeated. “Go put your comforter in the wash. Bobby, help your sister.”

“His name is George,” Bobby said. “He used to be a raccoon.”

Bless that boy.

Emma’s almond-shaped eyes widened and rounded. George saw recognition in their chocolate brown depths.

“A raccoon, hm?”

He nodded.

She pursed her cupid’s bow lips together as she studied him. “Not the same raccoon who set Lily up for murder?”

His ears drooped. He would never live that one down.

Not that he had time to worry about that right now.

He put his front paws on the ground and scurried toward her, then he sat up on his haunches again and grabbed the cuff of her hot pink snowsuit, tugging at the nylon fabric. Help, he cried in his mind, although the message went nowhere.

“And now, you want my help,” she summarized.

He nodded frantically. If any mortal could help him in his current situation, it was this elf. Her combination of intelligence and common sense made her a valuable ally—or a formidable foe.

She sighed. “Well, better hide before Pipaluk comes back. Maybe you can help me, too. Lily is… in a bit of a state.”

George darted up her leg and dove into her pocket just before he heard Pipaluk’s timid voice return.

“Is it gone?”

“Yes, it’s gone, Pipaluk. Did you find that snowsuit?”

“Right here!”

George could picture that wide, goofy smile beneath those thick, googly glasses.

“Yuck. Did you have to pick such awful colors?”

“Oh, that. I forgot to re-dye it after testing. But it works great! It has a little heater built in right here…”

George tuned the pair of elves out while he reviewed his situation. He’d possessed his abilities when he came here, hadn’t he? The mouse form was his natural state on the mortal plane, but before he’d chosen to materialize here in Pipaluk’s home, he’d been in his preferred form for the immortal plane. He couldn’t hide himself now, though, and he couldn’t communicate telepathically…

The only explanation was that they'd fired him and retracted his abilities since he’d arrived here. Meaning a committee meeting had taken place without him.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

If that was the case, was he stuck on the mortal plane… forever?

Or however long a mouse lived?

He wrung his little paws. Even if he could return to the immortal plane, he wouldn’t be able to change his appearance there, either, would he? Which meant Wendy would see him for what he truly was. And if she did…

What if she left him?

His tiny heart pounded faster and faster.

After all this—after everything they’d been through—would she leave him?

No. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

He shook his head. He needed to focus. Retrieve and destroy the book, find Lily, help her break the curse, and then they’d have to give him his job back. If all went well, Wendy wouldn’t see him again until this was all over.

He felt Emma walking.

No!

He poked his head out of her pocket and shook his head. She looked down at him and frowned.

“What now?”

He pointed at her children’s open bedroom door.

She sighed. “Look, I have something very important I have to do—”

He pointed again, jabbing his toe at the air.

“Wait, is this about the book?”

He nodded.

“It isn’t there. It’s with Crystal on an ice floe in the Atlantic Ocean, somewhere northwest of Africa, which is where we’re heading. We fly out right after I change.”

That was fine. George didn’t want to read the book. He wanted to destroy it, and dropping it in the Atlantic Ocean would effectively do that. Then he would have fulfilled the first condition needed to get his job back, the task he’d been trying to complete when they’d fired him, those trumped up old fuddy-duddies. As if none of them had ever written true stories and passed them off as children’s fairy tales. It was a legitimate side business.

Although granted, it was general practice to wait until all mortals involved in the story were dead and buried…

A few minutes later, he stood on Emma’s nightstand, staring at a picture of her and Pipaluk and under strict instructions not to turn around. He reached out a paw and caressed the glass. The couple looked so happy. His arm around hers, both wearing bright smiles, an explosion in the background—that was a photo finish they’d never replicate. Mad scientist and wife. Always free to express their love to each other, no matter the circumstances.

It made George jealous.

Even after taking the risk of speaking Lily’s unspoken curse, he and Wendy had only a few minutes with each other every day. And they still couldn’t kiss. And he’d never told her, but he somehow knew they couldn’t touch if he was in his true form.

He froze.

Did this mean he’d never get to touch her again?

All of this had been for her.

He’d been happy as a low-ranking imp until he met her, and then he’d climbed through the ranks to reach a top position which allowed him unlimited access to the mortal plane. He’d taken pains to do everything right, everything by the book, so nobody would look closer and see the clandestine meetings between him and a fairy godmother. That sort of pairing wasn't supposed to be a pairing. They shouldn’t like each other, let alone love each other.

But how could he stop himself from loving her?

He remembered the first time he saw that tall, willowy figure bending over Lily’s cradle, bestowing her blessing. Her long, slate gray hair tumbling down her back, her smokey wings curling around their black veins—most fairy godmothers took on a more cheerful, lighthearted appearance, Disney-style, but Wendy chose a darker, gothic look. A look that appealed to an imp with a preference toward the lighter side.

She liked a darker look for him, too. It had taken plenty of experimentation to hit on the right combination, but he’d finally found it: a weathered, floating skull with bits of yellowed bone flaking away, purple and pink smoke lighting up the braincase, dull bronze orbs in the eye sockets, sharp canine teeth, and long, rattling chains hanging from pointed ear bones.

She said it made him look cool.

But if he couldn’t control his appearance anymore, she would never think he looked cool again.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Emma stood next to the bed, dressed now in a snowsuit splattered with all shades of the rainbow, plus a few soot stains. She held her pocket open, and George jumped inside.

“Okay, I already told the pilot to standby, so he’ll take us back to the dragons.”

Dragons?

“The mother dragon knows the way to Crystal and Lily, so she’ll take us there, and then I’ll parachute onto the ice floe.”

Parachute?

“Just hold on tight, and you’ll be fine. As long as you don’t try to give my children a gift without running it by me first again.”

Uh oh. Here it was. The lecture Emma had given Wendy just last night, which Wendy had relayed to George over breakfast earlier that morning.

“I am their mother, and it is my job to protect them. I can’t do that if they think it’s okay to accept gifts from strangers. This time, it was fine, but what about next time? This could have turned out very badly.” She sighed. “I need to give them this lecture, not you. When I get back…”

Well, that was anti-climactic.

And so was the plane flight, although he hadn’t expected that to be climactic. Emma was quiet. George slipped out of her pocket to explore the little privately owned plane, piloted by a middle-aged man with a paunch and pictures of Crystal’s mother, Gemma, plastered all over the cockpit. George couldn’t see the attraction himself, but to each his own.

The dragon might be a break for him. Maybe.

Dragons carried mail from his particular neighborhood of the immortal plane to the handful of darklings who had set up shop on the mortal plane, and under normal circumstances, he would have no trouble getting a message to Wendy via a dragon. But would his natural proclivity for reptiles allow him to communicate with one, even when his supernatural abilities were gone?

He climbed onto the seat next to Emma and sat on his haunches, slumping against the backrest.

There was no way of knowing until he met the dragon.

If he missed his date with Wendy tomorrow…

He sighed.

Seguia-o com cautela, escondendo-me da sua visão e utilizando de toda a minha compreensão para não ser encontrado – com auxílio da minha magia, é claro. Sem dúvidas este é um dos mais perigosos alvos que já cacei em minha vida de caçador de recompensas. Já lutei contra ótimos esgrimistas, fortes cavaleiros, monges rápidos e ágeis, feiticeiras poderosas, assassinos venenosos, mas nunca contra alguém como ele. Não. Seu poder o transforma no mais perigoso de todos, pois ocultava a sua ameaça de modo que pouquíssimas pessoas teriam a capacidade de perceber. Por isso precisava ser cauteloso em minha execução. Mas eu tinha um plano. Sim. Eu sempre tenho um plano.

Rua após rua eu o acompanhava com o intuito de saber o seu destino, ao mesmo tempo que tentava descobrir se as informações que me foram dadas estavam corretas. Já preparado, fiz o primeiro ataque sutil. Movimentando a minha mão ajeitei meu chapéu para disfarçar a agulha mágica que lancei para o alto, com o intuito de acertar o meu alvo. Com a mão direita fiz pequenos gestos para ajustar onde ele acertaria e então a lancei com velocidade.

No momento em que a agulha acertaria o pescoço do perseguido ele fingiu ter ouvido alguém o chamando e então virou para trás como se para ver algo, fazendo com que a minha agulha passasse direto por ele e atingisse uma madeira. Não podia dar na vista que eu o perseguia, por essa razão olhei “através dele”, num daqueles olhares perdidos e sem vida que somente as mentes que divagam em pensamentos conseguem dar. Virando-se para onde caminhava, continuei o acompanhando.

“Está mais do que claro”, pensei. “Não há chance dele escapar do que não vê com tanta felicidade”. A partir daquele momento minhas dúvidas estavam sanadas, eu precisava abatê-lo antes dele conseguir o que queria. E então eu finalmente teria o que me foi prometido.

Ele então parou em uma barraquinha mais afrente e começara a conversar com o vendedor. Era uma barraquinha de pães e azeite e tinha somente ele. Era a chance que eu precisava.

Me aproximei, tirei o chapéu e então abanei contra meu rosto, comentando sobre como o tempo estava quente enquanto saudava o mercador e o meu alvo. O alvo comprava um pouco de azeite e eu um pouco de farinha. Sem moedas para dar o troco o vendedor foi falar com um dos seus amigos.

-Eu desistiria se fosse você. – disse o alvo ao se aproximar de mim como se olhasse algo que estava à mostra ali.

-Perdão, senhor? – falei com toda a minha dissimulação enquanto eu enfiava a mão em um cesto de farinha de trigo que olhava na barraca e fingia os segurar para sentir a sua granulação.

-Sabe que sim, está me seguindo há pelo menos dois dias – então aproximou a ponta da faca contra a lateral da minha cintura. – Eu poderia findar com isso agora, mas estou de bom humor, então trate de continuar a sua vida ou encontrará um fim muito rapidamente.

-Não é aí que se aponta uma arma para matar – retruquei calmamente.

-Eu sei muito bem o que estou fazendo?

-Acredito que o faz é errado – retruquei enquanto levava a mão ao rosto, tossindo para evitar que as minhas palavras fossem ouvidas tão nitidamente entre a multidão. A descrição é a base do mercenário.

-Este é o último aviso – então ele pressionou a ponta da faca contra minha cintura e senti quando a ponta rasgou a minha pele, mas o objetivo dele era me amedrontar, não me matar. – Fique longe do meu caminho.

Distanciando-se ele se inseriu novamente na multidão que passava com sorrisos de vitória. O poder de voltar no tempo é simplesmente fenomenal. Mas seria eu quem riria no final, lavei minhas mãos do pó que estava sobre ela tratei de desinfetá-la. Afinal, aquela era uma substância perigosa.

Mesmo assim, ser descoberto não é algo bom para um mercenário, pois só dá duas opções ao alvo: lutar ou fugir. E eu não deixaria que ele fugisse. Sem perder tempo, enfim ataquei.

A luta começou no meio da praça e rapidamente o tumulto estava feito. As pessoas corriam da briga, abrindo espaço para os nossos ataques. Assim foi durante algum tempo, mas não importava o golpe que utilizava, ele sabia qual era meu movimento. Minha espada balançava com rapidez e agilidade e mesmo assim não o alcançava. Precisava ser mais astuto, mais sagaz do que jamais fui. A cada nova investida ele conseguia me atingir e minha magia estava se esvaindo entre as muitas vezes que tive que curar meus ferimentos. Mas eu precisava aguentar um pouco mais até que enfim o meu plano desse certo. Por isso lancei-me contra ele novamente. Mais rápido e imprevisível, ou tentando ser. Acontece que ele sabia cada movimento meu, pois o vira muitas vezes, até que finalmente acontecera. Estando prestes a receber o golpe fatal eu consegui retirar um bisturi do meu cinto e enfiar no seu braço. Ele berrou de dor e seus olhos se arregalaram ao perceber que não conseguia mais voltar no tempo.

-O que você fez? – falou com terror nos olhos. Terror este que me fez sorrir involuntariamente.

-Equilibrei o jogo.

As we escaped the forest, I tried my best to stay calm. Jeada probably needed immediate attention and Zola’s leg was bleeding. Rome had to go to the vet, He will most likely need surgery. I drove to the hospital as fast as possible. When we got there, I got out of the car and opened the car doors, picking up Zola. I had Jeada lean on me as I walked over to the entrance.

By the time I got inside, there were people everywhere needing to be looked at but when the nurse saw the conditions of Jeada and Zola, she pressed a button under her desk to call for help. I watched as Jeada and Zola were sent in. I stayed back and checked them in. I had to leave to take Rome to the vet so I gave the hospital my number and left. As I walked back to my car I could see that Rome was awake. I think he’s trying to get out of the car. I opened the driver door and got in. As I drove to the vet, I could see Rome in the back seat panicking. I’m pretty sure he was worried about where Zola was and where I was taking him. I pulled up to an animal hospital. I had to carry Rome in. He was making it difficult but I was expecting that. I opened the door and the vets took Rome. I started talking to the lady behind the desk.

“What happened to your dog?”

“Um…Rome isn’t my dog..”

“Where did you find Rome at?”

“The forest with his owner.”

“Where is his owner?”

“The hospital.”

“What happened?”

“They were being chased and Rome’s owner fell. Then Rome was takin by a beast.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“It’s fine, just help Rome.”

“Ok, I’ll need you to sign here.”

“Alright.”

I signed a paper and then I got a call from the hospital. I picked it up and Jeada was awake. I gave the vet my number and left for the hospital. By the time I got there Jeada and Zola were outside waiting for me. I pulled up and watched them get in.

“Wait, WHERE’S ROME?!” yelled Zola.

“Calm down, I took him to the animal hospital.”

“Oh sorry.”

“It’s fine Zola.”

I started for the animal hospital. I walked in with Zola. I had to force her to sit down. The lady came over and started talking, “Is this the owner of Rome?”.

“Yes.”

“Ok, here are the rest of the papers then.”

I grabbed the papers and gave them to Zola. Zola was signing them and writing things down. I had to start the conversation, “Sooooo how are you feeling?”

“I’m scared for Rome.”

“I’m sure he’ll be alright.”

“But what if he ends up dying?”

“Rome won’t die.”

“How would you know?”

“Because he’s your dog. I should check on Jeada.”

“WAIT, WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

I left because the conversation was getting uncomfortable and I didn’t think that far ahead. I walked back to the car and Jeada was sitting there. I joined her in the car. We talked a bit. Later I saw Zola come back out. She walked over to the car and got in. “Rome is going to have to stay here until he’s healed.” Zola sounded very upset. “Hey Zola, where do you live?”

“Why?”

“So I can take you home.”

“I live in the Moor District.”

“You live in the city!?”

“Yeah..?”

I sat silently while I drove to the city. But the fact that Zola lived in the city and yet so nice. I guess I just assumed that everyone in the city was rude and snarky, but can you really blame me? I mean in movies that’s how everyone is, except the main character but that’s not the point. I shouldn’t have assumed that in the first place. I always assume things and judge people before I actually get to know them. I just chalk it up to me being antisocial.

I got to the Moor District and dropped off Zola. I was now alone with Jeada, “Soooooo what do you think of Moor?”

“Moor is big.”

“Well yeah it is a city”

“But why does it have to be so big?”

“Because it’s a city, Chrissy.”

“But still, why does it have to be so big?”

“It’s a city, it’s supposed to be large.”

I can’t help but get nervous about cities. It's so big and there’s so many people…I think Jeada is starting to get annoyed with me, but I also keep saying the same thing. Populated places are not my thing but they are the places my friends love being. I’m really tired of driving, it’s giving me a headache.

“Chrissy, are you ok?”

“I’m fine….Why do you ask?”

“You don’t look ok.”

“I always look like a zombie ghost thing.”

“I know but you actually look like you're going to be sick.”

“I’m fine.”

I like to say that I’m fine even when I'm not. I hate people having to worry about me, I hate when people ask me if I need help. I don’t need help with anything, I can do things on my own. Jeada still looks concerned about me but I'm not going to let down. I got our house eventually. I looked over at our house. The gray-blue coloring of the wall and the two stories made it large enough for us 6. Jeada, Heather, Harley, Madelyn, Jeffery, and me. I gave three of them nicknames. I parked in the driveway and got out. I had to help Jeada walk up the three stairs. I opened the door and set Jeada down on the couch. I left her there and called up Beth.

‘Hey Chrissy, what’s up?’

‘I need some help with Jeada’

‘What did she do this time?’

I could hear Beth sigh on the other end of the phone.

‘She didn’t do anything bad.’

‘OH! What do you need help with?’

‘Jeada got her back messed up and ended up in the hospital.’

‘HOW?! YOU JUST SAID THAT SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING?!’

I can’t tell if Beth is mad or concerned. Or if she is upset with me.

‘I took her camping because she wouldn’t stop talking about it. And then things happen.’

‘But what happened?’

‘Look Beth I just need help ok?’

‘Alright I’ll come over but you better explain what happened.’

‘Good, see you soon.’

I hung up the phone and went back down stairs to Jeada. “Would you like anything to drink or eat?”

“Ummmm milk and I don’t know, something.”

“Alright.”

I leave her alone again and enter the kitchen. It looks the exact same as when I left it. The same  stone gray tiled floor and white marble countertop. I opened the fridge and pulled out the milk. I put my foot in the way so the door wouldn’t close all the way and opened the cabinet door. I got a plastic cup and poured the milk into it. I put the milk back into the fridge and let it close. I took the cup to Jeada. “Thank you Chrissy~”, Jeada was talking like she was drunk again. Which that was a disaster. “You’re welcome.” Then I went back to the kitchen to cook something. After I finally decided what to make I heard the doorbell ring. I walk over to the wooden front door sadly and open it.

“You couldn’t have come faster?”

“You know, Chrissy, that’s not how you should talk to your helper.”

Beth was finally here.

I led Beth over to Jeada and then left them alone. I still have to cook. I got a pot out and put it on the stove. I poured in some water and waited for it to boil. The second it started to boil I added some noodles. I put in some basil to add a little flavor. Afterwards I put the noodles into three serpent bowls and bought out the cheese and sauce. I gently set them down on the wooden table. “FOOD’S READY!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Jeada came in with Beth and they sat down. I also sat down at the table. “So Chrissy you mind explaining what happened.”, I just about choked when Beth mentioned that.

“There was a big monster at the campsite and-”

“Jeada.”

“What?”

“Just focus on eating, I’ll tell Beth about what happened later.”

“Fine.”

Jeada doesn’t sound happy about being told to be quiet. But then again who would actually believe that we were attacked by a monster? I hope Beth forgets about what Jeada said because I don’t know what excuse I could possibly come up with. I guess I could tell Beth that it was a wild animal, it’s my safest bet for now. After we ate I had to help Jeada up the stairs and into bed. However when I went back downstairs Beth was waiting for me.

“So Chrissy…What happened?”

“I turned around to grab something and a wild animal came out of nowhere and attacked Jeada.”

“No ‘wild animal’ could have done that much damage.”

Oh boy now I was in for it. Beth didn’t believe me but what else am I supposed to tell her!? I can’t just tell her there was an actual monster, she wouldn’t believe that. So I did the only thing I could think of and I froze. I just stood there staring at Beth. Beth was a wonderful person. She is the nicest person I know but that doesn’t mean she’s a push over.

I don’t remember much from my talk with Beth partly because I froze and zoned out but I think she caught on to that. I woke up in my own bed. I walked down stairs and into the living room, Jeada was already there. She was sleeping though. I looked out the sliding glass door and I swear I saw something out there. My immediate thought was the monster had followed us home but it was just a squirrel. Jeada woke up from her early morning nap after that. Then Beth came in.

“Hey Chrissy and morning Jeada.” -B

“Hai Beth!” -J

“Come in for breakfast.”-B

“Alright.”-C

I’m still tired but that’s normal. Jeada sounds like she has energy for days and Beth sounds like she’s happy and content with life. I sounded like I was done with the world and honestly it’s not far off. I walked over to the table. I liked this table partly because I’ve had this table for years. It was a light brown with darker brown lines covering it. It’s been slightly abused through the years.

I sat down at the table and just looked at my pancakes. I started eating them. When I looked up Beth was just staring at me which means she still wanted an explanation. I finished eating and stood up just then the phone rang. I picked it up.

“Your dog is ready to go home now.”

It was the nurse from the vet.

“Alright, I’ll come pick him up.”

“Wonderful, we’ll be waiting for you then.”

I put the phone down and looked over at Beth. She didn’t look amused.

“Beth please just look after Jeada until I get back…please.”

“Only if you promise to explain.”

“I will.”

I turned around and grabbed my car keys.

“Promise me, Chrissy.”

Beth really wasn’t going to let me leave until I promised her. I could hear her firm voice.

“Chrissy.”

“Fine…I promise to tell you about the call.”

I ran for it. I knew well that Beth didn’t care about the phone call. All she cared about was how Jeada got hurt. I jumped into the car and drove off before Beth could get to me.

I got to the vet and went in. Rome was there.

“Hey Rome.”

Bark bark. I had to sign the rest of the papers and then I took Rome by the leash. He didn’t fight me which is good. I put him in the passenger seat and I got into the driver seat. Then I started for Moor. I was at a red stop light when I heard something in the back seats, “Who’s this?"

I screamed. I looked around to see Beth was sitting in the back. I don’t think she meant to scare me. I turned back around. Beth scared me half to death.

“Are you ok Chrissy?”

I think I scared Rome when I screamed. Mainly because he jumped up and moved away from me, he is also probably wondering who the new person was, but he’s also a dog so he might’ve smelled her already and he just didn’t care.

“How did you get in here?” I asked.

“You took the longer route so I went through the front door before you. I got into the back by the time you got out of the house.”

“Oh.”

“So who is this?”

“That is Rome.”

“Since when did you have a dog?”

“He’s not mine.”

“Then why did you have to pick him up?”

“Because the vet doesn’t have Zola’s number.”

“Who is Zola?”

“A girl we met.”

“What happened to her dog?”

“Please stop asking questions.”

“No, you're not getting away with not answering me again.”

“Beth, I can’t, not now. Please.”

“Absolutely not.”

I stayed quiet. Beth kept trying to get information from me but she gave up. I pulled up to Zola’s house.

“Beth, stay here. I’ll be back.”

“Fine.”

Beth doesn’t sound happy but oh well. I got out and got Rome. I walked up to Zola’s door and knocked on it. Rome looked really happy to be home. Zola opened the door. I watched her smile when she saw Rome. She bent down and hugged Rome.

“ROME!!!! YOUR OK!”

Zola stood up after letting Rome in and then she looked confused.

“What’s wrong Zola?”

“Who’s that?”

Now I knew that Beth was standing behind me.

“I thought I told you to stay in the car.”

“You did but I wanted to know who Zola was.”

I’m slightly disappointed in Beth but what am I supposed to do about it? I sighed.

“Chrissy?”-Z

“Yes Zola?”-C

“Who is she?”-Z

“This is Beth…my friend.”-C

“Hi Zola.”-B

“Heyyy Beth.”-Z

They talked for a while. I was getting a really bad headache, their talking wasn’t helping. I opened my eyes and they were looking at me, I could see small black dots covering my vision. I closed my eyes again.

I woke up on a couch. It was soft and fluffy and I could feel my head was on something that was breathing. I sat up only to be pushed back down, which I didn’t mind. I looked over and saw Beth and Zola looking down at me. Their mouths were moving but nothing was being said. I was still tired but I started hearing them speak.

“Chrissy, are you ok?”-B

“hmmmmmm”-C

“She’s responding!”-Z

“We should let her sleep for now.”-B

“Sounds good to me.”-Z

I watched them leave. I couldn’t believe this happened again. I did the same thing in my health class years ago. I was in 8th grade when it happened. We were watching a video about rabies. I started feeling light headed when I stood up. I put away my binder and started to walk to my desk where my backpack was so I could leave. Before I even got to my desk I started seeing black dots cover my vision. When I got back to my desk I completely fell over. I ended up hitting my head on my desk. I couldn’t hear anything for a bit but it didn’t last long. “Chrissy, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Those were the only words I said to them. I stood up and grabbed my stuff and left for my next class. I was still light headed and I was still seeing black dots. But by the time I got to my next class I was fine. I felt like nothing had happened. I didn’t think it would ever happen again but here I was, falling over again.

Eventually I sat up and leaned on my side. The couch was white apparently and the breathing thing was Rome. I watched Beth walk back over to me. She leaned down a bit to get to my height.

“Chrissy, how do you feel?”

“I’m fineee.”

I was still really tired. I wanted to go back to sleep but I wasn’t going to give in with Beth here. Zola walked in, she was holding a small cup. It was a badge white with a flower pattern covering it. It had a small matching flower plate. Zola sat down next to me and handed me the cup. I looked down at it and it was tea. It was a mix of berry aloe, dandelion and some cimonion apple. I sipped the tea and it was good. Nice and hot.

“Hey, Chrissy, are you feeling okay?”-Z

“I’m fine.”-C

“Chrissy, I’m not stupid enough to fall for that.”-B

“I’m fine.”-C

“No, you're not.”-B

“But she said that she was fine?”-Z

“It’s hard to get Chrissy to tell the truth about this kind of stuff, she’s very stubborn.”-B

“Ohhhh.”-Z

“So Chrissy we really need to know how you're feeling.”-B

“Hmmmmmm… I’m fine.”-C

“Why did you fall earlier then?”-B

“I was tired.”-C

“Chrissy.”-B

“Yes?”-C

“I know you’re not okay.”-B

“I’ll be fine.”-C

I finished the tea and set it down. It was delicious. I looked around the room and it looked very fancy. It had a theme of white and a very light colors. The curtains were blush pink and the table was white with a copper colored cover. There were book shelves along the wall that were also white but the books were on cream yellow fabric under them. I could see plants on either side of the couch. I don’t know what type of plants they were but they are real plants. I can only imagine what the rest of Zola’s house looks like.

“Chrissy, please just tell us.”-B

“If I’m not dying then I’m fine.”-C

“I’m going to ask again later because I don’t want to do this circle with you right now.”-B

“Oh good.”-C

I hate making people worry about me. I’ve had headaches for years but that doesn’t mean I’m not fine. I get tired easily and I’m pretty sure I’m slightly insane. I don’t know how I deal with Jeada or Harley or Madelyn but I do. Where do they get so much energy? I stand up and now I feel dizzy. That’s ok though. I can’t wait to go back home and sleep, actually the likelihood that i’ll actually sleep is low. I kinda just lay there with my eyes closed, it fools people good enough. I can hear ringing in my ears and it’s driving me crazy. I manage to walk over to the car with Beth and get in, or at least I think I did…

I woke up in a room, it wasn’t my room and it wasn’t my house. The room has hosta green walls and the bed is dark emerald green, the curtains are a green smoke color. I think I’m still in Zola’s house. But when I got up and started looking for people there was no one. I went outside but there’s no one here. An empty city. I walk around the city but it’s still empty, there’s nothing here. Where am I?  was the only question running through my mind. I walked home and there was no one on my way there. I stood in my driveway but suddenly my front door was kicked open. Someone ran towards me. She had dirty blonde hair and lively blue eyes. She was more on the chubby side and she was crying. She yelled out “CHRISSY!”. I knew who it was, it was Harley.

“Harley, are you ok? You're not hurt are you?”

“Chrissy! I fell over on my bed and then I woke up and everyone was gone!”

Harley was speaking fast and she was panicking.

“Harley, calm down. I know you're scared right now but you have to calm down.”

Harley continued crying, which is… reasonable actually. I wonder how we got here in the first place. I mean all I did was collapse, oh wait, that’s how we got here. Or at least I think that's why.

CRASH

Harley and I screamed when we heard that. I can’t pinpoint where the sound came from. I grabbed hold of Harley’s hand because she’s shaking. I looked around to find nothing had moved and there wasn’t anything that showed that someone else was here.

Creeeek

I whipped my head around to see something small on the brown tiled roof. It has black horns on its head and a thin black tail with a bush of tail hair at the end. Its legs were like an animal and it was staring at us. It continued to stare at us until it jumped down from the roof and started slowly crawling towards us. I started backing away from it, still holding onto Harley. I pulled Harley back with me. I turned around and ran for it while pulling Harley by the arm. I ran all the way to the park. I hid inside the bright yellow slide and watched as the creature ran by. Only then did I realize that I was cutting off Harley’s blood circulation with my hand. I let her go and she breathed in deeply.

“Sorry Harley…”

“It’s fine.”

“If you say so.”

I wonder where that creature went. A better question was how do we get out of here. I can only guess for now.

Me and Harley had been in this place for a week now. The small black monster comes out to find us and chases us. We have to hide from it until nightfall. I once saw a light ghost looking figure that looked like Madelyn but I couldn’t do anything with or to her. She faded away soon afterwards. Sometimes the small monster looks like it's floating but jumps down when it sees us which makes me wonder if the monster was the thing that brought us here. Do I have to touch it when it goes back to the normal world to return or do I have to do something first? I’ve been having those types of questions in my head but I also don’t want to get hurt if it fails.

Harley is really scared and keeps yelling at every little thing, it's quite annoying. The monster always finds us because of her yelling and whining but there's not much I can do about it. I told Harley to stay in our little safe place for now while I go out to get food and what not. While I was walking around I saw the monster floating again but this time I could see what it was on. It was on Jeada, it was riding on her shoulder but then it saw me and started running after me. I eventually managed to hide from the monster and continue looking for supplies. I was close to my house in the normal world. It still looked the same.

Something suddenly attacked me from the side. It was the small monster, for something so small it was quite strong. It scratched up my face when, what looked like Jeada, grabbed it. She held it up and then threw it to the side and stood in front of me. I sat up and looked at Jeada. She was the same as the last time I saw her but why does she carry the monster around but also help me when it attacks? I’m so confused right now, this thinking is making my head hurt alot. I finally stood up and ran for it, I ran all the way back to my safe place, where Harley was waiting for me. “Hey, I'm back.” I called out in the house, I kept my face down so she wouldn’t see the scratch marks.

“I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER COME BACK!” Harley yelled out. “I’m fine Harley.” As I said this I walked into the kitchen and put up the supplies I got and walked to my makeshift room. It wasn’t very big but it was enough for me, Harley keeps complaining about her room being small when it's not. I'm tired from running and I need to address my face bleeding. I sat down on my bed and then passed out.

I woke up and my face still hurt a lot. I got out of bed and saw the blood from the scratches all over my pillows and blanket so I walked to the bathroom. I saw myself in the mirror, I looked like I was homeless, which was true at this point. I started cleaning out my face wounds from yesterday. It hurt. I wonder if they’ll scar or not. I walked into the living area and there sat Harley. Same dirty blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

“Chrissy, you're awake.”, Said Harley.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m up.” I said quite bluntly. “OMG what happened to your face!” Harley yelled. I put my hand up to my face so I could hold my head. Her yelling wasn’t helping my headache.

“Quiet down a bit, would ya?” I answered.

Harley gave up on trying to get me to talk about my face eventually. I’ve been thinking about what happened yesterday, Jeada can see me AND interact with the monster. I decided to go out again, which I can hear you saying ‘Don’t go out, you just got hurt!’ or ‘You're so stupid for going out there again.’ or something like that but I have to see what's going on and how to get back to the real world sooo I have to go out because Harley differently won’t. Walking outside again is kinda refreshing. I watch as transparent birds fly by without a sound and follow trails that I couldn’t before. I ended up at a house farther away from the small village we lived in.

It was a small house along the edge of the forest. I could hear talking from inside. I crouched down and crawled over to the window. Peaking above it, I could see an old woman and…Jeada? Why was Jeada here? I watched them as they spoke and then Jeada suddenly got all happy about something. The old woman gave her something and then Jeada thanked her with a bow and left the old house. I slowly followed Jeada until she got to our house. She opened the door and appeared to be waiting for something. But what was she waiting for?

I walked back home, it was pitch black by the time I got there. I opened the door and Harley doesn't look too happy about me being gone for so long. He then said, “I’m at a loss for words!”. The reason he said that was because I do this pretty often. I go out without telling him or where I'm going. Even though Harley said he was at a loss for words, he yelled at me for the next 45 minutes. After his rant, I went to bed and slept…ish. I got up the next morning and went to the living room. Harley was waiting for me, “We are going out together this time!” He declared. I would fight him on this but I'm not going too. We walked outside and he took me to our house. Harley didn't seem to see Jeada which was odd because I could. Jeada ran up to me and held out a weird looking piece of candy.

It was yellow color and thinly shaped like a glass bottle. Jeada was making the motion to eat it. I tried grabbing at it but I couldn’t. My hand would just fade through Jeada’s hand. Jeada then held it like she was going to try dropping it into my hand so I held out my hands. Jeada then dropped it and I now had it in my hands. I looked over at Harley who was giving me the ‘What tf are you doing, your so weird’ type look. I showed him the candy and he stood up and ran over.

“Eat this.” I demanded. Harley happily grabbed it and ate it. I watched as he turned more soled and disappeared. I turned around and looked at Jeada who was in shock.

Jeada held out another piece of candy so I went over and grabbed it. I ate it, it was actually pretty tasty. I watched as the world around me slowly spinned around. I woke up to see Jeada and Harley standing about me. I was on our couch and my head hurt a lot more than usual. I then realized something, I left the car at Zolas’ house and Beth. I stood up and started for the door. Harley and Jeada protested against me leaving so soon but I wasn’t listening. I started walking all the way to the city. It was black and a low fog started to roll in. The wind was howling in my ears and my vision was slowly starting to get blurry with black dots. I continued walking until I was at a light yellow house with a white lining. I walked over to the small patio. I almost collapsed right then and there. I rang the doorbell and waited. I could hear mumbling inside the building. Then I went out like a light. The last thing I remember is falling forward and hitting my head on the door.

Again I woke up with no idea where I was. This seems to keep happening, I should go see a doctor about that. I sat up and saw a white couch, blush pink curtains and a bookshelf with cream yellow fabric under the books. I could see a white table with a copper colored table cloth. It was Zolas’ house, which means I made it. But was it really worth the pain? No. It wasn’t.

I started to hear something walking up to the living room. I could tell it wasn't the monster but what if it’s a new kind? Then it walked into the room, it was just Rome, Zolas’ dalmatian. Rome started barking when he saw that I was awake. He walked over and layed down by my feet while I stared at the doorway because I could hear Zola and, I'm assuming, Beth coming down. As Beth and Zola ran around the corner, I could see that they had been crying which was really confusing or maybe that's just me. Beth ran over and hugged me tightly, it hurt a bit because of the squeezing then Zola started hugging me too. It started hurting a bit more from two people but I know they're doing it because they care.

I know you’ll never believe it but I'm tired. Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m always tired. And guess what?...My head hurts! I know, it’s unbelievable. BUT I don’t feel like fainting sooo I’m getting better…I think. I should still see a doctor though. I’ll force Jeffery to call the doctor for me after she gets back. Beth and Zola finally let go of me so I got to finally breathe a bit. “What happened?!” Beth said loudly. “Which thing?” I asked because what exactly was she talking about. The fact that I disappeared without a trace or the fact that I just showed up out of nowhere passed out. Where had I gone or how I got here? All of these were good questions. “You disappeared and you were gone for like a week and now you just show up at zolas’ house, ON HER PATIO UNCONSCIOUS!!!” Beth yelled at me. “I totally went for a really long walk.” I lied but Beth doesn’t look like she’s having it right now.

“You mean you left without saying anything, started walking to who knows where. Then you come back a week later passed out on the patio? Don’t lie to me, no more hiding things.” Beth answered. “Yesssss?” I said in an uncomfortable voice. “Chrissy Kate Censen, you will answer truthfully.” Beth threatened me. “But-”

“NO BUTS!”

I stared at Beth for a while, she just glared at me the whole time.

“I might possibly have been in…another dimension for the past week while being hunted by a small monster thing.”

“I said no more lies.”

“I’m not lying Beth.”

Beth glare became rougher but what am I supposed to say now??? Then I turned my attention to Zola who was wide eyed. “Zola, help me.” I pleaded. “You were in a different dimension?” Zola asked curiously and concerned. “Yeah, me and Harley were there but Jeada helped us get out. Oh, wait. You don’t know how Harley is.”, I said, “Harley is one of my friends.” I continued. Zola listened to me while Beth gave me the side-eye, it was very harsh. “Beth please for the love of everything holy, stop giving me that look.” I finally said but Beth just turned her head around and stared at me. It was terrifying. “Why don’t you explain how you traveled to a whole new world.” Beth doesn’t believe me, which is reasonable. I don’t know exactly how myself, so how do I explain this. I just gave Zola a look and she understood, “I don’t think Chrissy would know how she got there because she was fainting earlier.” Zola said. I don’t think Beth believes either of us but I don’t think there's a way to prove that I was in a different dimension. “I wanna go home.” I said plainly, and it was true. I want to go home and lay in my bed without a care in the world. “I’m going to take you to the doctor’s.” Answered Beth. I was sad about that, “I don’t wanna go to no doctor, I wanna go home. Back to bed.” I said.

“Well you don't get to go home until you visit the doctor.

“But hoooome!”

“Don’t start your whining.”

“Home!”

“NO!”

I don’t feel like myself right now, I feel like a child. Like I don’t have control anymore but I’m still me. Beth ended up dragging me to the doctors office.

I didn’t start reading books because someone told me to. It happened slowly, almost accidentally. I was in school, sitting in the back of the class during a free period, when I picked up a book just to pass the time. It wasn’t anything grand—just a small story about a boy who didn’t fit in. But somehow, as I read page after page, it felt like the book was speaking to me more than anyone around me ever had.

At home, things were often noisy or tense. Life wasn’t always kind. People argued, doors slammed, and sometimes, it felt like no one was really listening. But when I opened a book, everything else faded. The noise outside stopped mattering. I could travel to other worlds, meet people who were brave, broken, curious, or lost—just like me.

Over time, reading became my way of understanding feelings I didn’t know how to talk about. It helped me make sense of the world, and of myself. Some books made me cry. Some made me think. A few made me laugh out loud when I needed it most. But all of them gave me something I couldn’t find anywhere else—stillness and connection.

Now, whenever things feel heavy, I pick up a book. Not to escape, but to feel understood. Each story reminds me that I’m not alone in how I see the world, or how I move through it. That somewhere, someone else has felt the same confusion, the same hope, the same longing.

That’s why I read books. Not because I have to. But because somewhere along the way, they became a part of who I am.

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Talia poured coffee like her body was running on autopilot.

Customer. Mug. Smile. Repeat.

The diner buzzed around her like a film she was watching from the outside. She could hear laughter, clinking dishes, the cook shouting out orders. But it didn’t reach her.

She barely spoke unless someone asked for something. Even then, it felt like moving underwater.

Nobody noticed. Or maybe they did and just didn’t care.

Except Jonas.

He always sat in booth three, always ordered black coffee and a grilled cheese. And always said, “Thanks, Talia,” like her name meant something.

Today, he looked at her longer than usual.

“You okay?” he asked.

She blinked. A full second passed before she gave him her usual answer:

“Yeah.”

He didn’t push. Just nodded.

But after he left, she found a napkin folded under his coffee cup.

It said:

“You don’t look fine. If you ever want to talk, I’m always in booth three.”

She didn’t know whether to cry or tear it up.

So she put it in her pocket and kept pouring coffee.

Title: Beyond the Scene: The Things You Never KnewAuthor: Aerostasis  Cover Design / Interior Layout: Aerostasis  Publisher: Aerostasis (listed under the production team — I'm just a hired hand) Publication Date: June 2025  Edition: First Edition  ISBN: N/A (As of now, the national book registry does not support submissions from The Entertainment Construct's dimension.)

© 2025 Aerostasis All rights reserved.

All reviews, character settings, and worldviews in this book are fictional creations by Aerostasis.  Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely a coincidence across parallel universes.  Please refrain from taking it personally—unless, of course, you’d like to join the show.

Amara sat on the cold bathroom tiles, knees drawn to her chest.

The shower was still running, steam ghosting around her, but she hadn’t stepped in.

She just sat there, shivering in her tank top and shorts.

Her phone buzzed on the sink. She ignored it.

Water ran down the drain in wasteful gallons.

She was so tired she couldn’t even turn the tap off.

Her breathing was ragged.

> Get up, she told herself. Just stand up.

She didn’t move.

She let the tears fall instead.

They were hot against her freezing skin.

When she finally reached up and shut the water off, the silence was deafening.

She stayed on the floor another hour before s

he crawled out of the room.

There's nothing like returning home at the end of a long and tiring day, don't you think? Calmly entering your sanctuary, taking a warm shower, and then resting your weary body with a sound sleep. What a wonderful dream, isn't it? Yes, it's a beautiful dream for you, but it's been exactly 20 years since I stopped dreaming. Your perspective has changed, and I know the question "What is this man talking about?" came to mind before the question "Why?".

I am Yaman Kırcı, and exactly 20 years ago, I ended my peaceful sleep and my life with the ghost of my brother's deceased fiancée, who sat smiling on my bed. Despite this, my life was overshadowed by lost souls. I made Turkish history, my greatest passion, my profession, and rose to the rank of associate professor at Istanbul University, specializing in ancient Turkish history. This is the story of me and the spirits that are at the center of my life. I am Yaman Kırcı, a spirit shaman from the Central Asian Turks, a spirit who was heralded as a shaman twenty years ago...

...........

As I parked my car at the university, I got out, ignoring the spirit that was walking beside me. With the thought of finishing my classes and sending my spirit off as soon as possible, I began walking towards the main building. My life surrounded by ghosts, a superstition in our modern world, was a grand and important mission for the family my lineage had bestowed upon me.

According to belief, when a human dies, they leave this world in 52 days. Ancient inscriptions say that during these fifty-two days, they observe their family or loved ones, ensure their well-being, and then peacefully move on to the next life. However, in some cases, the deceased stay longer due to unfinished business in this world. Until they find the right person who can see them and fulfill their wishes. These individuals are described in the inscriptions as spirit-seeing shamans, referred to as Ruh-u Revan.

I am a spirit, and for twenty years, I've been guiding and assisting many souls to their next lives. Unfortunately, not every soul's unfinished business is as innocent as the one walking beside me. As I pondered these things, I stopped, put on my Bluetooth headset, and began speaking.

"Sir, I understand and hear you, but even if I wanted to help, I have a life of my own. With your permission, I'll finish my lesson and then contact your family, okay?"

"I... I thought you didn't hear me well, son."

I smiled. The spirit beside me was Hayriye Hanım, a 92-year-old woman who had passed away from a stroke. Tragically, she spent the last five years of her life suffering from a sudden stroke and subsequent Alzheimer's, leaving her unable to explain herself to her two children. She asked me to prepare a document for her daughter, who was doing her best to care for her. Since I didn't answer her after she left home, she assumed I hadn't heard. I had a class until two this afternoon, so I couldn't leave the faculty. I turned to Hayriye Hanım, who was calmly standing next to me.

"I'll reach your daughter as soon as my class ends at two today, please don't worry."

When Hayriye Hanım nodded with a grateful smile, I turned back and continued on my way. By this time, I had already reached the building where my lesson was held.

Because I didn't like having my lessons interrupted by spirits and had previously experienced difficulties in class, I sprinkled Caspian Sea salt combined with beech sap at the entrance of the lecture hall, making my teaching easier. Frankly, my students initially seemed a bit strange, but I convinced them by saying I was demonstrating rituals in practice to teach about Turkish culture.

Frankly, this suited them well; they were more than happy to enter the class with the feeling that they had traveled to a mystical time and the excitement of seeing the images of an ancient culture. Of course, while performing this ritual, I supplemented it with other rituals to keep the lesson lively and to dispel the effects of my energetic disruptions caused by the spirit salt. After the awkward encounter in front of the lecture hall, I clutched my bag even tighter as I headed into the classroom. My assistant, Tolga, greeted me at the door. While working with someone else was challenging for me, Tolga was a hardworking student who I chose because he made things easy and asked fewer questions. He wanted to stay in the History department, but deep down, I knew his chosen field wasn't my area of expertise.

"Welcome, Professor. I've completed all the preparations, and I'll dust the entrance before the door closes," he said, smiling and thanking me. I walked to the podium, placed my bag on the table, and began teaching. My course was a very popular one, thanks to both the content and the materials I used to keep it lively. Because even students who hadn't taken my course participated as listeners, I was a valuable instructor to the school. The fact that the course I taught was a part of my life influenced my teaching and my command of the class. As I was packing up my belongings after my lectures, which were filled with wild questions and corny but effective jokes, my assistant, Tolga, came to me.

"Professor, the Dean has assigned you to a seminar tomorrow night. I know you don't like staying in one place, but it turns out you need to stay overnight at the home of a prominent businessman for the seminar."

"Why?"

"The seminar is very far from the city center, and for security reasons, the businessman's house can only be reached by boat."

I sighed deeply and, trying to remain calm, turned my gaze to Tolga.

"Why did he make this decision without consulting me? Has there been any explanation?"

When Tolga bowed his head and spoke in a low but audible voice, I realized I had no choice.

"He said he owes me money. He'll go if he wants to continue at the school."

I let out a heavy sigh. Unfortunately, I knew last year that his difficult spirit would cause me trouble when the time came. However, the circumstances at the time meant I had to risk it, because this spirit had haunted a group of children and needed to be removed immediately. Now I had to face the consequences of the emergency decisions I made back then. I placed my hand on Tolga's shoulder and gently squeezed. I lifted my head and smiled at his embarrassed look before leaving the classroom.

............

He stopped by the house, grabbed the clothes he needed for the night and the ritual supplies for a comfortable night, and went to the location Tolga had given me. Our accommodations were larger than a mansion, and transportation was by private ferry. Luckily, this ferry had enough space for vehicles. Unfortunately, while I had hoped for a peaceful visit, I found myself swept up in the chaos.

Businessman Hayri Parlak had invited a group of experts to present the history of important historical artifacts before an auction. Unfortunately, things didn't go smoothly, and he hadn't heard from his son all day. The castle-like house I'd arrived at was surrounded by the hustle and bustle of police and security personnel, and I waited for my esteemed colleague, Professor Soner, who was trying to get an official update on what was going to happen. Not long after, Soner, with a weary expression, arrived and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Yaman, since the situation isn't clear, the plans haven't been canceled, so we're here tonight. But the police will meet with us first." Since there was nothing else to do, we agreed and entered the building. As I entered the building and made my way through the police officers I'd seen everywhere, we were greeted by a rather elegant-looking woman.

"Good evening, gentlemen. You must be Yaman and Soner, the experts called for the auction."

Soner nodded to her with a shy smile, and she smiled politely back.

"I'm Elif Kozan, and I'll be assisting you throughout your stay."

As Elif continued speaking, my eyes closed and my breathing quickened. My body refused to obey, and a high-pitched giggle filled my ears. ...

"Darkness, dampness, and a foul stench surrounded me, and a sense of loss overtook my entire body. When I tried to move, my body's refusal to obey me filled me with intense fear. The ragged breathing that filled my ears and a thin ray of light filled my eyes. When I forced my eyes open, I was left breathless by a pair of red eyes staring at me from a dark cloud. The pain that coursed through my body, while those eyes penetrated me, constricted my heart."

As my body shook, I heard my name, and the red eyes before me closed and vanished into the darkness. As my eyes struggled to open to reality, I struggled to regain my consciousness, breathing raggedly as I struggled to regain my senses. As my vision slowly returned, the first thing I saw was the frightened face of my esteemed colleague, Soner. He should have been frightened, for for the first time in all my years of life and my trial with souls, I had lost myself. When Elif Hanım called out to me, I turned my head to the side and noticed the glass she held out to me with her trembling hands. That's when I realized I had fainted. Supporting myself on the floor, I took the offered glass and drank the water in one breath.

As I rose, helped by the people gathered around us, the uneasiness that came with the realization that this experience wasn't over caused my entire body to tremble.

"Thank you, I'm better now. Please don't worry."

Even as these words left my mouth, I wasn't. I'd dealt with dark spirits before, but never with one like the one I'd just experienced. This realization unsettled me, and I made a mental note to analyze my experience more thoroughly once I reached a calmer place.

As I walked to the room assigned to me, guided by Elif Hanım, both Soner and Elif Hanım accompanied me with worried expressions. When we arrived, Soner didn't want to leave me alone, but I persuaded him with a calm smile and, taking my bag in his hand, I entered. The dark aura of the room, contrasting with its uniquely modern structure, was immediately palpable. This caused great unease within me, and I quickly opened my bag.

I removed the protective items and poured the salt mixture I'd prepared around the bed before sitting on the bed.

The entire area, including this room, must have been a vast spirit transition zone. Unable to offer any other explanation for what I was experiencing, I pulled out the book of spirits I always carried. The most accurate way to find some answers was this book my esteemed teacher had entrusted to me. As I quickly flipped through the pages, I skipped some sections because I knew them by heart, having consulted them before.

The book was a large, three-part book with yellow pages that had been subsequently edited and covered with a protective film. The oldest record was from the Uyghur period, written by a wise shaman whose translation we lost a few months ago. Even though I was fluent in ancient languages, I was grateful for the translation of the Uyghur Old Turkish, which I still struggled to read. As I turned the pages, I heard a shrill cry from the depths. I looked up from my book and saw the walls of the building moving, and I was struck with fear.

The barrier had been breached, and this wasn't something any spirit could do. I ran my fingers over the pages, trying to concentrate. Yes, I just tried. The screams of pain echoing in my mind slowly intensified, making it impossible to control both my body and my mind. As I pressed my hand harder against the pages of the old book, I was experiencing the pain coursing through my body for the first time. My esteemed teacher's words echoed in my ears.

"Don't let them take over your body at any cost. You must keep your mind clear and not hesitate to use physical pain if necessary."

I reached my free hand for the small dagger-shaped necklace around my neck and began to squeeze, closing my fingers so that the sharp end of the necklace rested in my palm. I felt the wetness forming in my hands, but I couldn't focus on the pain. As I clenched my hands even tighter, the room crumbled before my eyes, transforming into layers of Dante's inferno. The words emanating from the muffled voice strained my willpower.

"This body is too much for you; surrender and be free of the pain."

The battle with the self, which was struggling to endure this torture deep within my heart, was becoming increasingly difficult. Moreover, the souls whose lives I had touched up until this point weren't something I expected to remember in my final moments. But throughout my life, I had either worked with or guided souls to continue their journeys. While not every soul that remained was good, finding a way for them to finally leave this place gave me peace. The last piece of advice he gave me as I bid farewell to my own teacher was: "Both your soul and your body are entrusted to you. Therefore, never give up the fight. For both are too precious to deserve betrayal." But now, as I struggled to prevent my soul from slowly being torn from my body, I began to feel the weight of not being able to protect the trusts I had been entrusted to me. As I fought with myself and the entity attacking me, the images that began to take shape in the gliding hellscape before me tightened my grip. For the dark soul before me to attain this power, it needed to harness the energy radiated by the hatred of helpless souls. This was information taken from the diary of a Ruh-u Revan, a man who lived during the Ottoman period, in the second chapter of the Book of Souls. But at that time, the Spirit of Resurrection, who had experienced these things, had managed to guide the dark spirit back to its place with the help of other shamans, without being directly attacked.

Alone, with my will about to crumble, I felt I was nearing the end. As a tear fell from my eye, a small light appeared behind the dark spirit that had begun to take shape with the spirits gathered before me. Then, as I heard my name, I took a deep breath, the breath that filled me half-heartedly, burned my lungs.

"Don't give up, I'm here."

With hope budding within me, I focused on the light behind the dark spirit. Now, as I saw the smiling spirits appearing within the image of hell, I realized I wasn't alone. As I began to regain my focus, the pain I felt in my palm, the image of hell slowly began to crumble. And the light behind the spirit I was fighting expanded.

"NOOO ...

The sharp, agonizing scream I heard shattered the image, leaving only the smiling forms of the disappearing spirits. The room returned to its normal state, and the weight I felt gave way to a serene calm. When all the spirits vanished, all that remained was a human-shaped shaft of light shining on the wall opposite the bed. I rose from the bed and walked toward the light, filled more with curiosity than fear. When I reached it, the human-shaped shaft of light extended its hand to me. I gently grasped its outstretched hand, closing my eyes as it vanished in a sharp glow. When I opened my eyes, I was in a dark, damp, and cold room.

It was trying to tell me something, and with this realization, I began to examine the room. I noticed a body in the left corner of the completely empty room, and I headed that way. When I bent down on one knee and examined it, I was met with a man with a blood-soaked face.

"He's alive."

Hearing the calm, gentle voice, I rose and headed for the shutter-like exit of the building I was in. When I emerged from the shutters, a pungent, sour smell, mixed with the intense sea air of ports, greeted me. When I raised my head, I saw the sign for the ....... Port Authority, which brought me back to my senses. Realizing the building in front of me was a warehouse, I focused on the numbers written on it: "1289." As things began to blur, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again.

A few minutes later, when I opened my eyes, the smell of rain filling my nose, I realized I wasn't in my own body this time. The body I was in stopped in front of a hospital door and raised its head.

" ........... Hospital."

When the body entered, it wasted no time in walking towards the elevators, and I realized it knew this place very well. With a warm feeling mixed with anxiety, I watched the body enter the elevator and press the button for the fourth floor. When the elevator reached its floor, the body exited the cabin and stopped in front of a room with rapid steps. "1049." As the image faded again, I closed my eyes again. Feeling slightly dizzy, I opened my eyes and was back in the room. As I took a deep breath and headed for the bed, the voice I'd heard in the dark warehouse filled my ears again. When I turned back, the bright figure in the corner had disappeared.

"Sedat Parlak, help me."

Reaching for my bag and grabbing my phone, I dialed the number of the person I'd met and helped five years ago by chance, the most effective person I'd ever been able to turn to in such situations. The phone answered on the third ring.

"Yaman, sir, what's up?"

"Enver, Chief Inspector Sedat Parlak, I know where Hamdi Parlak's son is, who's reported missing."

After a brief silence, Enver's deep voice reached my ears.

"Is he alive?"

"Yes. He's in Warehouse 1289 at the Port, but he's in pretty bad shape. You need to hurry."

"Thanks, Yaman, good night."

When Enver hung up, my mind and body reaching their limit, I reached for my bag next to the bed. I grabbed my sweatpants and personal belongings, went to the small bathroom in the room, and took care of my business. As I lay down, I made a mental note to visit the hospital tomorrow. ............

The sweet warmth I felt on my face was the best way to wake up in the spring months. The gentle touches of the warm morning sun caressed my soul as the day began. Unfortunately, these peaceful moments were interrupted by a knock on the door, and I reluctantly rose from my bed. Slowly opening my eyes, I was filled with memories of the unfamiliar room that greeted me and the night before. After stroking my face with my hand, I got out of bed and headed for the door. When I opened it, I was met with Elif Hanım, who was looking at me with concern and alarm.

"Good morning, Elif Hanım."

"Good morning, Yaman Bey. Unfortunately, the auction has been postponed. I wanted to let you know about it and also to see how you were."

I smiled and nodded, then asked, "Hayri Bey, has there been any developments regarding his son?" Elif Hanım nodded. Mr. Sedat has been found, but he's not doing very well. The auction has been postponed for this reason. The date will be announced later. Mr. Hayri sincerely apologizes for this situation.

After thanking Ms. Elif, I closed the door and went to the bathroom. After finishing my business and packing my bag, I had a brief conversation with my colleague, Soner, who stopped me as I was heading to my car. Then I got in my car and drove to the city, to the hospital I'd seen the night before. Upon entering the hospital, I headed for the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. When the elevator reached the floor, I started looking for room 1049. I quickly found the room, and just as I was about to knock, the door opened. A woman in her forties smiled and said, "Welcome, Ruh-u Revan Yaman. We've been waiting for you." She stepped aside and let me in. Besides the patient in the bed, there were three people in the room, two men. One of the men was young, the other middle-aged, and the other woman was quite old. As I approached the bed, I paused at the sight of a figure. At that moment, when the middle-aged gentleman spoke, everything fell into place.

"Welcome, Mr. Yaman. We hadn't expected your visit so soon. This is my son, Ayman. Even though he couldn't answer you, he was waiting for your arrival."

The body lying on the bed was a 16-year-old albino. Even though he stared unblinkingly at the ceiling with a serene smile on his face, his powerful energy permeated the room. With his pale pink eyes, well-shaped face, and straight white hair, he possessed an innocent beauty. While the presence of this seemingly expressionless young man was soothing, I was also unsettled by the feeling that he could touch my soul. It was a miracle that such a seemingly weak and vulnerable young man could possess such immense power.

With this realization, I smiled and placed my hand on his snow-white one.

"Thank you, Ayman."

Introduction

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Whether you are a working parent or an inquisitive kid looking to begin your spiritual journey, our organized courses provide the correct way.  Besides, our welcoming staff creates a healthy atmosphere in which students are motivated and supported. Consequently, numerous families have preferred our platform for regular and efficient learning. Not only do we emphasize precision and comprehension, but we also assist students in developing a solid connection with the Quran.

Why Choose Online Quran Coaching?

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Features of a Good Online Quran Coaching Platform

An effective online Quran coaching platform should have a few major requirements to guarantee successful learning. First, it should provide structured and full-scale Islamic and Quranic lessons to different age groups. Our academy, for example, has precisely that, with courses made to suit both beginners and experts. Secondly, it should provide a learning atmosphere that is not only systematized but also psychologically nurturing. Our cordial staff is primarily responsible for ensuring that balance.

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Why Parents Must Start Online Quran Coaching Early

Most parents take too long to start their child's Islamic learning, but early online Quran coaching has lasting advantages. In the first place, young minds learn pronunciation and rules more quickly. Secondly, early exposure creates healthy spiritual practices that stick. Furthermore, online Quran coaching offers a secure, structured setting where kids can learn at their own speed. Since they have flexible timings and engaging tools, students are active and motivated.

Moreover, one-to-one lessons provide personal attention and quicker improvement. Instead of weekend-only lessons, parents can now plan for daily lessons. Further, the home environment eliminates distractions commonly present in traditional classrooms. Additionally, online study enables closer monitoring and communication between parents and instructors. Therefore, instead of waiting, acting now results in improved outcomes. Thus, opting for online Quran coaching at an early stage ensures intellectual as well as spiritual development in young students.

How Online Quran Coaching Enhances Islamic Identity Overseas

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Additionally, interactive classes enable students to discuss and inquire about matters freely. In essence, online Quran guidance does not merely educate on words it fosters faith, identity, and purpose in the lives of Muslims overseas.

The Role of Technology in Contemporary Quran Learning

Technology has revolutionized how we learn, and online Quran guidance is a classic example of this revolution. With the internet and smart devices, students now get to access expertise tutors from home. Further, platforms employ up-to-date tools such as digital whiteboards and audio recitation tools. Consequently, the learning process gets more engaging and customized.

Furthermore, sessions can be replayed, enabling students to review lessons at any time. Gone are the days of carrying books wherever they go; learners now learn through apps and online platforms. Also, online Quran coaching applies technology-based monitoring to monitor progress and goal-setting. This allows tutors to modify lessons based on each pupil's requirements.

Also, parents are updated and provided with performance records periodically. So, technology does not substitute tradition it complements it. Eventually, the combination of modern tools and Quranic learning ensures enhanced understanding and memorization. Evidently, online Quran coaching has adopted technology to impart knowledge in the best possible manner.

Common Misconceptions Regarding Online Quran Coaching

While online Quran coaching has become more popular, some misconceptions still prevail. Some opine that it is less efficient compared to physical learning. Nonetheless, many learners learn faster online as a result of one-on-one attention. Others believe that it's meant for adults, but actually, kids learn most out of flexible lessons and pictures. Additionally, some presume that certified instructors are not accessible online.

Actually, most certified instructors prefer to teach through digital means nowadays. Also, individuals tend to be concerned about distractions at home. Nevertheless, with adequate scheduling and parental guidance, students remain disciplined and persistent. Moreover, fear about internet safety is genuine, but reliable platforms utilize safe systems. Instead of ruling out online methods, it's advisable to analyze their real effect.

Additionally, students can be given instant feedback, participate in interactive sessions, and get assistance whenever required. Evidently, online Quran coaching is not only convenient it's an integrated, comprehensive solution for learning that dispels most of the usual misconceptions.

Why Consistency Is Important in Online Quran Coaching

Consistency is very important in acquiring Quranic capabilities, and online Quran coaching facilitates developing that habit. To start with, frequent sessions establish a routine conducive to long-term learning. Moreover, learning on a daily basis or a few times a week keeps lessons refreshed in one's memory. Besides, regular practice enhances Tajweed, pronunciation, and fluency. In addition, students become confident when they experience consistent progress.

Rather than taking breaks during vacations or hectic weeks, students can reschedule without losing speed. Further, online Quran coaching provides means such as reminders, progress charts, and recorded lessons to keep students on the right track. Parents also have a critical part to play by promoting attendance and participation. In addition to that, shorter but frequent lessons are more productive than longer but infrequent ones.

The more motivation is elevated, the more learners remain devoted and encouraged. In short, consistency meeting convenience makes it simpler to be successful. Evidently, online Quran coaching facilitates a steady and systematic path that culminates in substantial Quranic study.

How Online Quran Coaching Functions

Knowing how online Quran coaching functions can assist learners in making a positive decision. First, learners enroll in Islamic and Quranic courses based on age and level. After receiving enrollment, students have access to a learning plan suitable for their time, ensuring consistent presence. In addition, we arrange an introductory session to determine learning needs and assign students to the appropriate tutor. Throughout every class, the teacher emphasizes correct pronunciation, memorization, and comprehension.

Moreover, utilization of screen-sharing tools and interactive whiteboards improves sessions. Our academy ensures every class is conducted in a peaceful and respectful atmosphere. With supportive staff behind each student, students are comfortable asking questions and engaging positively. In addition, we give feedback after every lesson to parents and students. In the long term, this is what establishes a firm foundation in Quranic studies. Consequently, online Quran coaching is not only effective but also spiritually fulfilling.

Choosing the Right Tutor for Your Child

Choosing the proper tutor is an essential aspect of successful online Quran tutoring, particularly for children. Our academy takes care to match students with seasoned tutors who know how to educate in a gentle and stimulating manner. Notably, in online Quran for kids, we pay close attention to creating a good atmosphere where children can be at ease and concentrated. Our welcoming staff makes sure that each teacher-student relationship is one of trust and respect.

Furthermore, parents are provided with the option of viewing trial classes to determine the most suitable fit. Apart from qualifications, we also test a tutor's level of lesson customization to accommodate every child's learning capabilities. Furthermore, open communication between parents and tutors ensures progress tracking and overcoming obstacles. Having the appropriate tutor enhances learning results but also enhances a child's self-esteem.

Affordable and Convenient Quran Learning

Affordability must never be a hindrance when learning the Quran. Therefore, our online Quran tutoring is affordable yet highly quality-focused. As opposed to conventional classes that come with travel and inflexible timings, our model is flexible to enable families to save both time and money. Our platform also provides different Islamic and Quranic classes at different prices to cater to all budgets. Moreover, we also have trial classes such that parents can judge the quality before deciding.

In addition, our warm and friendly staff is always ready to assist families in choosing the right plan. We want all people to be able to access religious education regardless of location or income. Through an internet connection, students from any location across the globe can start their Quranic journey. Generally, online Quran coaching provides a combination of accessibility, affordability, and spiritual development for children and adults alike.

Success Stories of Our Online Quran Students

True stories tend to speak volumes. Year after year, numerous students have gone on to successfully finish Islamic and Quranic studies using our online Quran tutoring platform. Ranging from young kids learning basic recitation to adults memorizing full surahs, the achievements have been heartwarming. Most importantly, these were made possible through regular mentoring, a constructive learning atmosphere, and committed instructors.

Actually, parents often report that their children not only excel in recitation but also learn more appropriate Islamic etiquette. Moreover, our courteous staff always encourages students to learn, overcoming difficulties along the way. Students from various backgrounds and time zones have complimented our organized system. Also, with the online Quran for kids, a majority of our graduates are now teaching others or even leading prayers in their societies.

How to Get Started with Online Quran Coaching

It's easier than you think to begin your journey with online Quran coaching. First, go to our academy's website and browse the variety of Islamic and Quranic courses, online Quran for kids we have available. Once you discover the course that is appropriate for you, register for a free trial so you can experience how our system operates. Then, we arrange a consultation to determine your level and match you with an experienced tutor. In addition, our helpful staff will guide you each step of the way, from login information to adjustments in class timing.

With adjustable timetables, you are able to learn at your own pace, which can be incorporated into your lifestyle. Our website also provides a safe and interactive platform suitable for children and adults alike. You only require a stable internet connection and the desire to learn.

Conclusion

Finally, Quran coaching online has really revolutionized how we learn religion today. Whether you are an adult with a busy schedule or a student, learning Islamic and Quranic courses at home is now simpler and more productive than ever before. We at our academy aim to provide a learning environment that is nurturing, well-structured, and spiritually rewarding. Moreover, our friendly staff, expert tutors, and flexible programs make us a trusted choice for families worldwide.

Through personalized lessons and consistent progress tracking, students gain not only knowledge but also confidence. Furthermore, our focus on quality teaching ensures lasting understanding and a stronger connection with the Quran. From interactive classes to flexible scheduling, every element of our online Quran coaching, online Quran for kids, is built with your needs in mind.

FAQs

1. What age is suitable for online Quran coaching?Kids as young as 4 can begin, while adults of any age are welcome to join.

2. Do you offer online Quran?​​​​​​​n for kids only, or also adults?We offer structured Quranic and Islamic courses for both kids and adults.

3. Is the learning environment safe and friendly?Yes, our tutors and staff ensure a positive, respectful, and welcoming space.

4. How flexible are your class timings?We offer fully customizable schedules to match your daily routine and availability.

5. Can I choose a tutor for my child?Absolutely! We provide trial classes so parents can select the best tutor fit.

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