Fairly Magical
In a land, closer than you may think, a war was brewing. Three kingdoms in a competition to find the last ounces of magic lost after the forest raids. The fairy kingdom who ruled all magic, chose to freeze time. The king and queen were wise and fair, thus they divided the last ounces of magic to each kingdom's first born and sacrificing themselves to give their daughter all the power they had. They chose to send the children, to a world with no magic. Hoping that no evil will find them there and hoping one day they will return home to save their world.
~present day San Francisco
Dylan: So Johnny does this mean you're not my social worker anymore? Who will tell me I'm going down the wrong path, or my diet sucks, or who's gonna buy my coffee just the way I like it?
Johnathan: Well Dil, I'm hoping your grandpa is going to do all of that for you. And please it'd mean a lot if I could leave you here without having to worry about you, so please best behavior, okay? And once and for all can you finally call me Mr.Clark?
Dylan: C'mon, you're leaving me with a random old dude who poofed up out of nowhere claiming that he's my grandpa on the other side of the country. Like John, right after my fifteenth birthday he found me like magic or something. What if I'm not who he's looking for? Or he's actually half cockroach?
Johnathan: I mean back in New York, you were the only girl who killed those cockroaches. You even stepped in before the guys did.
*Dylan glares*
Johnathan: Not like that matters or anything. Listen, it is pretty weird, but that's why I'm sticking around to watch how this will work. He seems like a pretty nice man. He paid for your plane tickets and I told him about your music and he mailed over that new ukulele right?
Dylan: New? It's actually pretty ancient, but you're right it was adorable.
Johnathan: Well you finally get to tell him thank you because firstly if you don't I will feel like I've taught you nothing and secondly we're here.
*they roll up to a narrow three story building with a small flower garden out front*
Dylan: ... It’s cute heh.
Johnathan: Hey, I'm gonna walk you in and help you move stuff into your own room, and my hotel is five minutes away. You got this Dil. Wait in the car and let me knock on the door.
Dylan: Okay.., and thanks... Mr.Clark.
~BREAK~
*knock, knock, knock*
Grandpa: Hello. Are you who I think you are? The cops finally found me…
Johnathan: Um… Excuse me?
Grandpa: Just kidding with you kid. Where’s Dylan? Is she in the car?
Johnathan: Haha… Well Mr. Goldencrown-
Grandpa: Please call me Paps. You’ve been taking care of Dylan for so long you’re a part of this small family Johnny.
Johnathan: Well, thanks a lot sir, I’ve always thought of Dylan as my own sister. I’ll go get her now. Just wanted to make sure we got the right house first.
*Johnathan opens Dylan’s car door*
Dylan: Are you leaving me with a half cockroach serial killer? I need an answer before I unbuckle.
Johnathan: I mean unless he has mad disguise skills, “Paps” is your average old man. Go say hi as I grab your stuff in the back of the car.
*Dylan slowly walks up to the door, but sees the old man using his cane to meet her in the drive way and moves faster. When she meets him two-thirds of the way because she didn’t want to make him walk too far she spurts out quickly…*
Dylan: Hi. I’m Dylan. Friends call me Dil. But I don’t have friends here, so we can be friends I guess? This is super weird and cool, but mostly cool. Thanks for the uke.
*She holds out her hand for him to shake, but he pulls in for a hug and starts tearing up*
Grandpa: A handshake? I know this is awkward, but I’ve never met you and somehow I’ve missed you for so long. Welcome home… Dil? Like the cucumber?
*He lets go and she feels all weird and warm inside*
Dylan: Yeah. Like the pickle actually, but dude don’t cry.
Johnathan(yelling): I’M NOT MAKING TWO TRIPS DIL. GRAB THIS LAST BAG PLEASE.
Dylan: Brb Gramps, we’ll be inside in a sec.
Grandpa(thinking): Brb?
Dylan: Johnny, I just called Grandpa “dude” and said brb… I’M A FAIL.
Johnathan(struggling with bags): Calm down, I heard what he said he missed you tons and whatnot and you are who he was looking for. Your biggest fear is gone now.
In a land, closer than you may think, a war was brewing. Three kingdoms in a competition to find the last ounces of magic lost after the forest raids. The fairy kingdom who ruled all magic, chose to freeze time. The king and queen were wise and fair, thus they divided the last ounces of magic to each kingdom's first born and sacrificing themselves to give their daughter all the power they had. They chose to send the children, to a world with no magic. Hoping that no evil will find them there and hoping one day they will return home to save their world.
~present day San Francisco
Dylan: So Johnny does this mean you're not my social worker anymore? Who will tell me I'm going down the wrong path, or my diet sucks, or who's gonna buy my coffee just the way I like it?
Johnathan: Well Dil, I'm hoping your grandpa is going to do all of that for you. And please it'd mean a lot if I could leave you here without having to worry about you, so please best behavior, okay? And once and for all can you finally call me Mr.Clark?
Dylan: C'mon, you're leaving me with a random old dude who poofed up out of nowhere claiming that he's my grandpa on the other side of the country. Like John, right after my fifteenth birthday he found me like magic or something. What if I'm not who he's looking for? Or he's actually half cockroach?
Johnathan: I mean back in New York, you were the only girl who killed those cockroaches. You even stepped in before the guys did.
*Dylan glares*
Johnathan: Not like that matters or anything. Listen, it is pretty weird, but that's why I'm sticking around to watch how this will work. He seems like a pretty nice man. He paid for your plane tickets and I told him about your music and he mailed over that new ukulele right?
Dylan: New? It's actually pretty ancient, but you're right it was adorable.
Johnathan: Well you finally get to tell him thank you because firstly if you don't I will feel like I've taught you nothing and secondly we're here.
*they roll up to a narrow three story building with a small flower garden out front*
Dylan: ... It’s cute heh.
Johnathan: Hey, I'm gonna walk you in and help you move stuff into your own room, and my hotel is five minutes away. You got this Dil. Wait in the car and let me knock on the door.
Dylan: Okay.., and thanks... Mr.Clark.
~BREAK~
*knock, knock, knock*
Grandpa: Hello. Are you who I think you are? The cops finally found me…
Johnathan: Um… Excuse me?
Grandpa: Just kidding with you kid. Where’s Dylan? Is she in the car?
Johnathan: Haha… Well Mr. Goldencrown-
Grandpa: Please call me Paps. You’ve been taking care of Dylan for so long you’re a part of this small family Johnny.
Johnathan: Well, thanks a lot sir, I’ve always thought of Dylan as my own sister. I’ll go get her now. Just wanted to make sure we got the right house first.
*Johnathan opens Dylan’s car door*
Dylan: Are you leaving me with a half cockroach serial killer? I need an answer before I unbuckle.
Johnathan: I mean unless he has mad disguise skills, “Paps” is your average old man. Go say hi as I grab your stuff in the back of the car.
*Dylan slowly walks up to the door, but sees the old man using his cane to meet her in the drive way and moves faster. When she meets him two-thirds of the way because she didn’t want to make him walk too far she spurts out quickly…*
Dylan: Hi. I’m Dylan. Friends call me Dil. But I don’t have friends here, so we can be friends I guess? This is super weird and cool, but mostly cool. Thanks for the uke.
*She holds out her hand for him to shake, but he pulls in for a hug and starts tearing up*
Grandpa: A handshake? I know this is awkward, but I’ve never met you and somehow I’ve missed you for so long. Welcome home… Dil? Like the cucumber?
*He lets go and she feels all weird and warm inside*
Dylan: Yeah. Like the pickle actually, but dude don’t cry.
Johnathan(yelling): I’M NOT MAKING TWO TRIPS DIL. GRAB THIS LAST BAG PLEASE.
Dylan: Brb Gramps, we’ll be inside in a sec.
Grandpa(thinking): Brb?
Dylan: Johnny, I just called Grandpa “dude” and said brb… I’M A FAIL.
Johnathan(struggling with bags): Calm down, I heard what he said he missed you tons and whatnot and you are who he was looking for. Your biggest fear is gone now.
