Although people have figured out his name (Percy Lighthouse) most people still only know him by his fictional name.

Madilynn had only found out yesterday, when she overheard the news about the authors books going up in price after getting sold out every week.

She could understand that they would put the prices up but it would probably be even less likely she would get the book she really wanted.

What a shame she had thought at the time.

She  smashed herself onto her wood-carved bed with deep green blankets (that had flower patterns) layed neatly onto it.

She felt vibrations going through her body; after her soft, safe fall.

Madilynn simply ignored it, almost tricking her brain into thinking nothing had happened and her body shouldnt have reacted, though it did.

She looked up into the ceiling, the paint was pieling of after every person who had owned the house wanted a different colour, and at the moment it was painted a cyan colour.

She had thought at the time if she should have painted it a light green and scattered vines over the place,but she decided to keep it simple.

Madilynn's parents were digracefully strict.She hated it and wished she could rip them into pieces- Maybe it was over the line of being violent and she probably wouldn't even do it if she had the chance anyway.

But at the same time she appreciated what they did, give her food for breakfast and dinner (Lunch simply didn't exist for her) and let her live in the house; it was a nice place though if her mother ought to find the smallest crumb on the scarlett red carpet that she indeed admired ,you simply wouldnt want to know what would happen next.Out of most people, Madilynn suspected her parents to be the last people to believe in magic.

She would ignore that thought and believe in the the strange thing that seemed to exist in her brain; even thought her mother had threatened her if she would believe in it.

She sat up from her fall, looking into her foggy window, it had been raining terribly last night but the weather seemed to be recovering; the sun was s l o w l y peaking through the clouds, which made a very bright shine that blinded her.