A/N: I own nothing to some of the characters on this story. They are owned by Stephenie Meyer and Libba Bray
"Gosh, I've never realized as to how high up in the air we are," I say.
"Haven't you flown this high before?" Edward asks.
"Well, yes on a plane—which I know we are on now—but never across the Atlantic Ocean."
Edward laughs. He has such a beautiful laugh. "And yet, you're still trying to convince your parents to take you to India for your sixteenth birthday. You do know that you'll have to fly across another ocean just to get there, right?"
"Yes. I did know that, but I was hoping that we could just transport there by magic or something," I say quietly so that no Mortals can hear what we're saying.
"Alanna, you know that Dad is trying to change the rules," Tom says.
"I know that already, Tom. And this conversation doesn't concern you, so just butt out." I say, clearly irritated as to how good my brother's hearing is.
"Hey, I'm just stating a fact, all right? Don't get all bitchy with me about it," he says.
"I'm not being bitchy, Tom."
"Yeah, whatever. Hey, by the way, Ally, have you seen my iPod? I can't find in my bag."
"Isn't your phone also an iPod?"
"Yeah, but there's a movie on there that Emmett and I want to see."
"Well, I don't have it. Just watch it on your laptop," I say.
"Fine, but if I see that you have it you're going to get it." Tom says, hoping to intimidate me.
"Whatever you say, Tom," I say. I turn and see Edward with a huge grin on his face. "What?"
"Nothing," Edward says, still grinning.
"No, tell me. What are you grinning about?"
"However did you get it out of his bag?" I gasp.
"As soon as he had his back turned, I went in and got it." He says laughing. "So what would you like to watch; Batman Begins, The Simpsons Movie, Hannibal Rising, Blades of Glory, Spider-Man 3, or Good Luck Chuck?"
"I'm in the mood for a good laugh so, Good Luck Chuck," I say.
"Good Luck Chuck it is. Hand me your USB cable and laptop please."
I go into my bag and give Edward my stuff so we can watch the movie. Once he's finished, I give him my extra pair of earphones and start watching the movie, without Tom knowing that we have his iPod.
Once the movie is finished, I decide to go on the Internet and start looking up the school Mom and Dad enrolled me in. Spence Academy for Young Ladies, even the name sounds boring.
"Well, I'm about to go through hell come September," I say.
"Why do you say that?" Edward asks.
"For three reasons; one: it's an all girl school. Two: I have to live at the school. And three: It's a magic school—the type of place that I don't want to go to."
"Well, you know, it says here that the school was founded in 1868 by a woman named Eugenia Spence."
Eugenia Spence. That name sounds familiar, but from where have I heard it before? "Yes, so it can't be a magic school because it's barely one-hundred and forty years old and most magic schools are thousands of years old."
"True, but this would be a good experience for you. I mean you get to learn how to use spells, make potions, fly on a broom stick."
"I already know how to do those things. It's just that this school is different."
"As in how different?" Edward asks.
"As in showing a young lady how to prepare for her season." I say.
I know that back in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, young ladies were to go off to some form of finishing school so that they were to be well-groomed and trained to be like a puppet; to know everything in art and music just so they could entertain their husband's guests. And now the only place in the twenty-first century to still do that sort of stuff is the Other Realm.
"I don't see why I have to have a season if…" I already have you.
"If witches already have Warriors," I say as I look away embarrassed.
"But you know that you have to have a season. It's traditional and you have to follow tradition, Ally," Edward says.
"I know. I just wish that I didn't have to though," I say. Throughout my whole life I was to follow tradition; from wearing tiaras and fancy dresses, going to have tea with some ambassadors, Lady of somewhere, countess, or duchess, and balls and dinners. It was fun in the beginning, but now it all seems like work.
"Well, technically, you're still following tradition by being with me and for wanting to go to India for your birthday," He says as a comeback.
He's right though; it is traditional that a witch and any other magical creature that's female goes to any place of her choosing for her sixteenth birthday. Where as a wizard and other male magical creatures would train to become a Warrior when they're six. Mom told me that she went to India for her sixteenth birthday; she even told me that was where she first met my dad. My parents were one of the special few of Charges and Warriors to be assigned to each other later than the age they were suppose to meet.
"True, but you know that I've always wanted to go to India either way, Edward," I say.
"I know that. I still remember when you first told me that you wanted to go to India for your sixteenth birthday. It was your fourteenth birthday, the day I was assigned to be your Warrior," Edward says.
"Wow. I can't believe you actually remembered that," I say. "Two years—I can't believe that we've known each other that long."
"I know neither can I." He turns and looks to see if my parents or brother are looking. Once he knows the coast is clear, he leans in to kiss my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then my lips.
"But you didn't do that on my birthday," I say when I break away from his kiss.
"No, but I would have." He says, giving me my favorite grin.
"Then why didn't you?"
He sighs. "Because it was against the rules to be affectionate to your Charge after knowing her but a day and for not knowing what would happen."
"Oh," was the smartest answer I could think of.
"Now I can, but just not all at one time or else the Council and your parents will think that I'm not focused on my job." Edward says.
"But you're always focused on your job and that's in protecting me," I say.
He smiles at this. "You really think so?"
I nod. "I know so."
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for flying Virgin Atlantic. This is your captain speaking. We are now making our descent into London, so if you would please fasten your safety belts and turn off all electrical devices, such as your iPods, MP3s, or laptops. And thank you again for flying Virgin Atlantic," says the captain with a heavy British accent.
"I better turn this thing off," I say, taking my laptop from Edward's lap.
"Umm, Alanna? I think that you're going to add a fourth reason to that list of reasons as to why you don't want to go to Spence," Edward says.
"Why? What do you mean?" I ask.
"It's an all uniform school."
Hmmm how is it that Alanna knows Eguenia Spence's name? Did she hear from someone in the Other Realm? Mortal Realm? And why does she really want to go to India, besides just for her birthday? And why does her dad want to change the rules on magic? The mystery continues, next week (or whenever I post the next chapter) please review.