I settled under the tree and pulled out a small computer that I got when the school was going to get rid of it. I pulled up a picture of a landscape. I grab my sketchbook and start to draw the landscape. The only light was emitted from the computer. 

After half an hour, I finished the drawing. The black and white rendering was more realistic than the picture. I turned to walk “home” when three beings (the first an elven female about 40, the second an eleven male about 20, and the third a human female around 30) blocked me.

 The elf woman had light blue skin, bright blue eyes, and short jet black hair with white streaks. The elf man had the same color skin as the woman, bright blue eyes, and striking purple hair (in all honesty, he is really hot). The human woman had tan skin, pale brown eyes, and blond hair.

The female elf looked at me and asked “Would you happen to know where we can find someone named Rihanna Albania?” I stare at her, “Who the fuck wants to know?” 

The woman smiled, “I am Emma Robertson of the Mighter realm. The elf is my son, Emit Robertson of the Mighter realm, and the human is Jayden Miles of the Darker realm, our friend. And you are?” I smiled “I am Rihanna Albania of the Arter realm. Why are you three shitheads trying to find me?” 

Emit smiled sarcastically, “Rihanna, we are taking you to the Mighter realm. So you can train in our realm.” I frowned “Well I need to go to Ms. Harren real quick.” 

Emit raised an eyebrow, “Ms. Harren?” I nodded “The owner of the orphanage. If you were smart, you would have done your research.” I start towards the building. 

Ms. Harren opened the door, “Rihanna, who are these beings?” “This is Jayden, Emma and Hermit. They, apparently, are here to take me to the Mighter realm,” I reply, just to piss Emit off. Emit grumbled “It’s Emit not Hermit.” Ms. Harren smiled, “Finally someone to take your lazy ass off my hands.” 

After ten minutes, I had all my belongings in the shit bag I had. Emma sighed, “Come on. Let’s go, Rihanna, I want to get home before the offices close.” I smile “Why use portals when we can teleport?” 

Emit rolled his eyes, “And who will do that, Rihanna?” I deadpan stared at Emit “Me, you dipshit. I have magik. So where to, Ms. Robertson?” After receiving the target place, I tapped into my magik and the last of the Arter realm became just another star in the sky as the vast world of the Mighter realm engulfed us. 

Emit blinked “How in the Forgotten realm did you learn that?” I smirked “What? Magik or teleportation?” Emit went ballistic “ALL OF IT.” “Well, maybe I will tell you when you stop being an ass-waffle,” I contradict. He growled. Emma grabbed the back of his shirt. She whispered something into his ear and he sighed, “Fine.” 

I mutter, in a language long forgotten, as it was the primary spoken tongue of the Forgotten realm, “What the heck was that?” Emma looked shocked, “You know the forgotten language?” I nod, “I don’t remember when or how though.” 

Emma smiled “You will stay with Emit and I for now, ok, dear? Jayden, it was lovely to see you.” Jayden nodded and walked off.

Emma put her arm around me and Emit. I shrugged out of her grasp. We walked to their house. The short A-frame house had a small porch. 

Emma smiled, “Let’s get settled in. I will give you a tour of the place tomorrow.” 

After getting settled into the guestroom, I was left alone. I grabbed my sketchbook and pencils. I headed out to the porch. “Of all my travels, I have never been here,” I said to myself as I picked a deck chair and started to draw. 

A hand brushed my shoulder. I jumped, drawn from my daze. I saw Emit behind me. Emit removed his hand from my shoulder, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya. I was looking at your sketchbook. You drew that? With only this view, a paper, and a pencil?” I look down at my sketchbook. 

It was like a snapshot of the Mighter realm. “What time is it?” I ask. Emit smiled, “30 minutes have passed since we got here.” I blushed, “I never knew the Mighter realm was this beautiful. If I had, I might have come sooner.” 

Emit looked at me, “Can I ask you something, Rihanna?” I shrugged “I guess.” “Do you know any prophecies?” I nod, “Only one. I don’t remember where or when I learned it.” Emit grinned “What was the prophecy?”

I drag up the prophecy I was long since told to forget, “It went: 

A Jack of all trades,

War be raged,

Her journey forbade.

Get in her way, 

Danger be gained.”

He smiled “I know that one. It is said to have started with a man named Eline Jacobs.” I nod, “So what made you ask if I know any?”