Their face gleamed and we headed deeper into the forest where the three-story mansion laid, still intact just the way it was left before the residence died. Jund, Alice, and Mad were waiting at the double dark oak wood doors.

     “Whoa!” Jund pointed at Maybe, “Isn't that Maybe?! Ninety-One did you blackmail them for something?!”

     “I'm not you Jund. Maybe is a friend.” I stated and he bobbed his head.

     “That’s cool that’s cool! Welcome to the crew. I'm Jund.” He introduced himself.

     “Im Alice.” Alice spoke, doing a tiresome curtsy.

     “And I'm Mad.” He tilted his black fedora hat.

     “Please, let's get this started. I want to get inside my mansion.” Alice demanded and Mad sighed, pushing the doors open.

     “After you m’lady.” He swung out his hand and we all waited for Alice to take the first step within the grand foyer covered with dust and debris. She took a step, onto the cliché red carpet that rolled from the foyer to the large set of marble stairs that descended upwards. She inhaled and her exhausted posture straightened up.

     She turned to us and smiled, "Welcome to River Head Mansion!"

Suddenly haunting laughs echoed and the broken lights and lamps flickered on including the large golden chandelier that hung above our heads.

     "This is amazing!" Maybe skipped ahead of everyone else, their eyes examining everything, "And there's Ghost too!"

     "They are not Ghost Maybe. They're spirits that decided to vacate my mansion." Alice corrected.

     "They're Ghost." Mad snickered, wondering on in and I heard Alice growl at him.

     "Definitely. Especially the big ass one up in my favorite I’m better than everyone else room." I said, closing the door behind Jund.

     "Ninety-One you have to take me up there to see it!" Maybe grinned from ear to ear.

     "Sure. He's my favorite anyway might as well say hi." I said and Maybe shouted out a small "Yes!" underneath their breath.

     "Yo yo Maybe! Can I ask you somethin'?" Jund questioned.

     "Sure what is it?"

     "You're a Pernal right? Can I see how it works?!" Jund asked and I roundhouse kicked him in his ribs.

     "What the hell was that about!?" He questioned, grabbing his side in pain.

     "Don’t ask that stupid ass question!" I roared and he suddenly grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.

     "I can ask whatever the hell I want." He sternly said.

     "Please don’t fight. Its alright if I show you all." Maybe spoke up.

     "Oh really?" I looked over at them and they nodded their head.

     "Cool." Jund let go of me and I straightened out my clothes.

     "Ninety-One, do you think you can form a sword and cut off my arm?" Maybe asked, slowly footing it to the middle of the foyer.

     "Will do!" I cracked my knuckles. I didn’t want Maybe to know how excited I was that they were doing this. After all, I do admire Pernals and their skills. I looked down at my hands and realized I didn’t have my gloves.

     "Oh, actually I can’t." I admitted, "I don’t have my gloves on me."

     “Can’t you just produce some crappy wooden sword?” Jund insulted.

     “No that’s a terrible idea.” Alice shook her head, "The last time Ninety-One did something like that, there was a hole in her roof."

     This is true. There was a time, a few months ago, that I was playing around with my magic and I wanted to see if I can produce a sword or a shield. My dad had told me a story of his great-grandfather how he didn’t need gloves to control his Mana that flowed through his body. He used something called Tranquility, in order to control it and was able to produce weapons right on the spot. I had never met my great-grandfather nor would I, said Mom in a very angry way, but I wanted to do the same. However, when I tried it, I ended up creating this very long sword that threw the roof of the house and all I heard my Mom do is scream, “What the fuck did you just do!? Answer me you shitty human being!”

     “Oooh, then can I do it instead!” Jund volunteered, pulling out a switchblade from his back pocket.

     "No!” I rejected and everyone looked at me, questioning “why” to themselves.

     “I wanted to do it.” I placed my flushed face in my hands.

     “Fine. We’ll do it next time but ya better have your damn gloves on ya Ninety-One!” Jund put away his switchblade away.

     “Thanks, Jund.” I thanked, trying to salvage what was left of my pride.

     “You’re welcome. Anyway I’m going to go fight that fucking giant in the courtyard. Later!” Jund pranced off.

     “Well, that was interesting.” Mad commented.

     “Ninety-One, Maybe, we’ll be in the living room reading The Tales of Somebodies Life to Jupiter and Saturn.” Alice laughed.

     “Okay! I’ll give Maybe the good ole tour.” I said, watching Alice and Mad stroll off to the left. The doors to the living room swung open, waiting for them to enter.

     “Ninety-One, this may seem rude but are they a couple? Cause they sure act like one.” Maybe pointed out.

    “They’re best friends.” I said, “Like me and Jund.”

It was sort of weird how we all met, to be honest. I don’t know how two prestige family members could meet two garbage cans like Jund and I and get along very well. I guess that’s why we call ourselves The Wonderland Crew. Strange unusual things started to happen that brought us together.

     “Anyway, let's show you Tiger!” I grabbed Maybe by the hand.

     “Who’s Tiger?” They asked.

     “The big ass Spirit who lives in the room upstairs.” I said.  

Their eyes began to shine, "Please do!"