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Calib Hawkin's story: Before Mystal! As of yet, I do not have a wattpad account (hopes to get one soon) so here is the prologue!



June 15, 1995.







The busy streets of London were surprisingly empty at this
time of night, though that might be because it was 2:49 a.m. and we were taking
the back roads. Our driver, Andrew, was speeding through the
cobblestone streets like a pro as I was holding my wife’s hands in mine, urging
her to take deep breaths. “AAAAAAAAAH, OH!” She was screaming as our first born
was fighting its way out. “Andrew, faster please!” I yelled at him. “Ok, ok, just breathe in, and out. Just breathe.” Her grip was like a vise on my
fingers, but I didn’t flinch. Finally,
after what was a mere three minutes which seemed like hours, we arrived at the
Mary St. James Cathedral Hospital. Nurses’ and doctors clustered around the
car, lifting my Diane as if she was a new born babe, telling her to breathe and
to be brave. I hurried after them, but wasn’t allowed in her room. The nurse
told me to sit and wait. I sat and waited for an hour. Another hour passed,
then another. After the second hour passed, I couldn’t sit still anymore. I
ignored the tea and biscuits Andrew brought me and instead paced the halls,
occasionally hearing a new born wail or a bloody scream. Each time I stopped,
listened, and waited. Then continued my pacing after a nurse didn’t show. The
early morning dawn shown through the windows when the nurse from before finally
came to collect me. “It’s a boy, a healthy baby boy.” She informed me just as
we entered the room. There, my glorious radiant Diane was sitting up-right in
the hot room, holding a gorgeous baby boy in her arms. “Charles.” I walked
closer to them. I gently put my finger near the little one’s hand, and he took
it. Diane was beaming, tears in her eyes, and I smiled for the first time in a
long time. Maybe things are looking up. I thought to myself. After a few more
hours of tests, endless waiting, and yet more tests, Andrew finally drove us
home. It was breakfast time when we arrived at our brownstone town house on
Main Street. Maggie the cook was waiting for us in the foyer; she squealed in
delight when she saw our bundle and hurried over to see. “Have you decided on a
name yet?” She asked eagerly. “His name is Calib.” Diane said in a hushed
voice. As they both wondered off into the kitchen, I turned to Andrew as he
walked in. “Something bothering you sir?” He asked me formally. “Yes, I would
like to make some plans…” Together, we walked into my study, just as the sun
rose into the sky.

next chapter



September 11, 1997.


Chapter 1, part 1.







I
hummed as I washed the dishes from lunch in my country kitchen. Gleaming
counter tops shown as the sun warmed them, turning the bright kitchen into a
sunny, happy place. I stopped scrubbing the soapy pan for a minute as I looked
out the window in front of me. The rolling hills and greenery was everywhere,
and as I watched the bees going from flower to flower collecting honey, a
hummingbird took flight and landed on the windowsill. I smiled as it pecked at
the feeder filled with honey, and then took flight once again. Suddenly, I felt
a little hand grab onto my dress. “Mama. “
I smiled as I dried my hands, tan from being out in my herb garden all
summer long. I then bent down so I could be eye to eye with my two year old
son, Calib. He had my eyes, bright turquoise blue, and his father’s fair sandy
hair, already at his small shoulders. He looked at me with that serious
expression on his face that reminded me so much of his father, Charles. “Yes,
silly little boy?” He narrowed his eyes at me as he processed what I had said,
then replied. “Nuddin, I jus wuvs you mommy.” I smiled at him and picked him
up, and set him on the counter so he could watch what I was doing. “I love you
too Calib.” I gave him a kiss on his cheek and handed him a towel so he could
dry like he always did. We continued
like that until all the dishes were done. I washed and he dried; he handed them
to me and I put them up. After that I put him up for his nap, and laughed as he
tried to stay awake just to be with me. After a few minutes of reading him to
sleep, I walked into the study where his father resided. He was busy on the
phone, again. I sat down on the plush leather couch, and waited for him to be
done. He turned to me, weary and stressed. He was always like this. He hardly
spent any time with Calib anymore, and he never spoke to him. “Hon, I-.” “Everything’s
fine Di.” He interrupted me. “Where’s Calib?” “Taking his nap, so we have some
alone time.” He nodded and walked out to get his coat. “Listen, I have a
meeting so I will be back before supper, alright?” He walked out and climbed in
the car waiting for him in the driveway. I sighed and watched him drive away,
sadness weighing at my heart. Ever since he had moved us out from London to the
countryside, he had seemed more tense than usual. Not the Charles I remembered,
who I had fallen in love with. I walked into the kitchen and after sighing one
more time, started on the pastries.

Chapter 1, part 2.


That evening…







It was
so peaceful out here. Charles and I were sitting on our hanging swing, enjoying
the setting sun in the garden after supper, and little Calib was sitting in the
grass, watching everything with that sparkle in his eye. He got up on his two
slightly unsteady feet, and toddled over to try to catch a butterfly that was
zipping around. I laughed a little when he jumped and tried to catch it with
his tiny hands. He tripped and fell down on his knees, only to get back up,
more determined than a second ago. I
watched him for a few minutes, a smile playing on my lips. I looked at my love,
Charles, who had a faraway look in his eyes. He was cleanly shaved, but he had
grey ovals under his eyes. He looked more like his father instead of the boy
who I had fell in love with. I gently nudged him. “Hey, I think the baby is
kicking.” I took his hand and placed it on my growing stomach. Sure enough, the
baby kicked him in the palm of his hand. His eyes brightened considerably, and
he actually smiled. It only lasted a minute however. All too soon he went back
to looking grim. I heard a laugh, and looked over at Calib. He was happily
splashing in the toddler pool we had set up for him, and he was having a blast.
“Why don’t you tell me what is on your mind?” I asked Charles, turning back to
him. He took his hands and set them in his lap. He absentmindedly fidgeted, a
sure sign he didn’t like what he was about to say. “Calib….isn’t like us. He
doesn’t have any powers. However, my parents feel that the best way for the
baby to be born with them, is for us to move with them in the Magic Town. So,
my father and I have made some arrangements for us to move in with them at the
end of the week.” He kept staring off into space as he said this, and I felt
the weight of this news drop onto my shoulders. “What about Calib?” I asked. “He’ll
be joining us, for now.” I looked at my happy little boy, trying to catch
butterflies and making small waves in the water. I hoped that he was happy now,
because he wouldn’t be for much longer…

I loved it ^-^ It's so sweet :3 I can't wait for the next chapter!!

Although, (feel free to ignore this if you want to. Just me being all grammar nazi) whenever a new character talks, you should separate it into a new paragraph. For example:
"Hey Bob," Jim said, waving at his friend.
"Hey Jim!" Bob waved back as he approached Jim. "How're you today?"
"I'm fine," Jim replied. "And you?"
"I'm good. Hey look, there's George!" Bob turned and pointed to another of their friends, nearby.
George turned to look at who had called his name and waved when he saw Bob and Jim. "Hi guys!"

It makes it look a lot less intimidating than a large block of text ^-^ Also, when you have a dialogue tag after dialogue, you should put a comma (,) at the end of the dialogue rather than a period.
So, if I stole this sentence:
“His name is Calib.” Diane said in a hushed voice.
It should be "His name is Calib," Diane said in a hushed voice.
And, if you had put "she" rather than "Diane", the she would not be capitalized.

Sorry, I can be a bit of a grammar nazi sometimes ^-^" I hope I was helpful nonetheless. I really, really do love this though! It's amazing!

Ok, thanks! XD who wouldn't love Cal?! I mean seriously, HE'S A CUTIE!!!! lol, and more cuteness coming up, but not really any happiness....

Kit/Lovin wrote:

Ok, thanks! XD who wouldn't love Cal?! I mean seriously, HE'S A CUTIE!!!! lol, and more cuteness coming up, but not really any happiness....

He is, he is :3
No happiness D: Oh, well, I shall enjoy it regardless ^-^

Bri: Cal=Mine. NO ONE. CALL HIM. A CUTIE. Without my permission, of course. *Glares*

...yeah, so that happened. *Stamps "Approved" on story*

lol except for the author who can call him whatever she wants, mostly cause she can XD YAY A STAMP!!!! O.O

Bri: *Glares at Lovin* No. e-e

Shut up. *Smacks Bri* Do you want a gold star, too? ^-^

lol couldn't hurt XD Me: I'll share him though! Bri:....

*Sticks gold star on story* ^-^

Bri: No sharing. MIIIIINE.

Me: But.....oh FINE BUT YOU NO WRITE THE STOREH! XD sweet!

Bri: Deal. ^-^ *Snuggles Cal*

...*Pulls off gold star and replaces with a purple one* Because purple is awesome.

lol

Yep. I'm hilarious.

XD reiuhgsdfhj

Totally.

September 15, 1997.










It was
raining on the day we had to leave. I held Calib’s hand as we watched the hired
movers loading the boxes that held our belongings in the back of their
tarp-covered farm trucks, and finally as Charles locked the door that led to
our home. It looked as though everything was sad to see us go. The flowers
drooped, the rain poured, the birds weren’t singing anymore. I heard a sniffle
and looked down; Calib had tears in his big eyes, so I knew he knew something
was going on. Maybe he sensed what was waiting for him in our new home. Charles
got into the automobile waiting for us and held the umbrella and the door open.
I turned and looked at the house that had been our home for two happy years.
The pine trees scattered all around it, generous windows overlooking the
rolling green hills, the lush rich colors of the old brick. I missed it
already, and I knew we weren’t coming back. I quietly led Calib away from his
happy childhood sadly, unbuttoned his coat for him and got in the car, to drive
away into a unknown future, one where Calib would be looked at differently.




We had
been driving for what seemed like eternity. My precious Calib had fallen asleep
drawing a puppy. It was a beautiful perfect Fox hound pup. I admired it for a
minute, and then looked up. Charles hadn’t moved, still staring out of the
window, as if staring through the mirrors of time. I thought back on all of my
happy memories, from meeting as children and playing in the mud to when we had
Calib, our perfect little boy. Those thoughts stayed with me even as I fell
asleep, dreaming happy memories, joining Calib in our own dream world.










I can
honestly say, I’m scared for Calib. Making these decisions had not been easy,
but I had too for my unborn child’s sake. I remembered my own childhood. It
hadn’t been as happy as Calib’s, but then again Calib’s was pretty much over. I
broke away from staring at the passing scenery and looked at my wife, who I
loved more than anything, to her growing stomach, and finally, to my son, who I
secretly loved. I could never show it though, or my father would know. I felt a
prickle of annoyance, being a full grown man, and still afraid of my own
father. But there were several good reasons to be. I quietly sighed. I thought
running away, getting married at a young age, running and staying away from my
parents would fix everything. It had only made it worse, and Calib was going to
pay for my mistakes. I sighed again, closing my eyes and fading away into a
dreamless sleep…


And for the first time….










Something
jostled me. I woke up groggily and figured out the car had stopped. I looked at
my Mama, and gently place my hand on her arm. “Mama? I think we are here.” I
said quietly, looking away from my father, who was still asleep. Something told
me I shouldn’t wake him, that I wouldn’t like it very much. Mama opened her
eyes sleepily and smiled at me, making me feel all warm inside. Her smile
reminded me of sunshine and flowers. She peered out of the window for a minute,
her smile fading. Then it came back, but it looked forced.


“Oh look, it’s sunny out, so you don’t have to wear your
coat!” She said, trying to cheer me up for something I didn’t understand.


“Yes, he does. Calib, put your coat on, and make yourself
presentable!” My father told me gruffly. I mumbled yes sir and began to
straighten my clothes, and put on the scratchy coat without complaint. It was
hot, but I said nothing. Mama fixed my hair, which was in need of a haircut.
Mama always cut it on Saturdays. I had a feeling things were about to change,
but for what, I had no idea. Father opened the door and stepped out, Mama
followed, and I clambered out last. I scrunched my eyes from the bright sunlight.
In front of me was a big house with dark brown brick and pretty flowers of mute
colors. Purple and blue, I noted. On the steps leading to the doorway were two
people, an older man and an old woman. The man had a big belly and a scruff
mustache, with silky stuff on it to make it look neat and tidy. He had a grey
suit on with a gold watch and buttons. The woman had a pinched mouth and nose,
with some red lipstick on. She was thin and had on a nice dress that was mute
grey as well. Both had my Father’s light blue eyes, and they were cold as they
regarded me. They looked disappointed. “Well,
hurry up! In you get then.” The man said. I stared at the doorway, which was
held ajar by a maid. Little did I know that when I entered, there’d be no going
back….