I am sure you are all wondering what is happening to Indigo. Now we will return to hers and the messenger's journey to see The Illusionist. The first "disappearance" will happen day 5 or so. Without further ado, here is Day 1. 

DAY 1

Brookeira could move things with her mind. She had been tossing and turning in her bed in sleepless heat, and all of a sudden, she found herself shivering and blinking in a bright, snow-covered world. No sooner had she risen to her feet when she heard thunderous cracking, falling sort of sound. She looked up to find herself at the bottom of a small mountain, and in the middle of an avalanche. She screamed as the snow and ice fell towards her, but there was no time to run. Closing her eyes and stretching her hands out, she prepared for the mound of snow almost upon her. No! No! Stop! She found herself thinking frantically, and then there was silence. Brookeira opened her eyes to see the chunks of snow and ice suspended above her, hanging in mid-air. No sooner then she realized this when she felt as if the weight of a thousand avalanches was on her shoulders. She dropped to one knee, feeling weak, and a new thought sprouted. Don’t fall on me, fall beside me... beside me... down... The snow and ice cascaded into a heap beside Brookeira. The mound was much taller and wider than her, and it certainly would have crushed her had it fallen on her. 

“Telekinesis,” Brookeira murmured weakly. The one word that she yearned to say in connection to her own mind. Then, as if she was numbed my the cold and suddenly warmed, thoughts rose like a sunrise in her mind. 

“I have telekinesis!” She exclaimed to the ginormous pile of snow to her left. Focusing with difficulty, she studied a clump of snow Move... she thought “Move” she whispered, and slowly, it lifted from the mound and drifted towards her. Still in a daze from lifting the avalanche, Brookeira could do little more than move it a few inches before she collapsed. Her mind felt weak from lifting such a load, and a subtle spin of dizziness overcame her. Finally, Brookeira struggled to her feet, anxious to use her new-found power once more. From above her, she heard several screams and a whoosh of wings, and above her soared... a dragon! Brookeira was sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her; she was certain that she was in a magical land. There were people on the dragon’s back, screaming as it plummeted to earth. I’ve got to save them! Brookeira realized, and she concentrated on the dragon’s body. Lift... Lift... It was working! The dragon was slowly rising, but Brookeira was sinking. The dragon’s wings caught the wind, but Brookeira, new to the world of telekineses and lacking in practice, was sprawled on the snow, unconscious from the effort of lifting a dragon and stopping an avalanche.  

Misti was running. Every night when her parents went to bed, Misti would tiptoe downstairs, grab her tennis shoes, socks, headband, water bottle, her new light-weight blue pouch that circled her waist, and a bag of MnMs from her secret place in the garage. Then she would stuff the MnMs and water bottle in her pouch, and set of running. She lived on a skinny road that was normally deserted, and covered with huge tree canopies. This road stretched on for three miles or so, before connecting with a larger, well-traveled road. Every night for a month or more, Misti had run to the end of her little road, Maple Lane, and back to her house. It wasn’t the exercise  she enjoyed, it was more the thrill of being outside alone in the cool night, adventuring. Misti thought she new every inch of Maple Lane, but did it seem to be taking longer than usual? Was it colder than normal? When she reached the end of Maple Lane, she usually stopped to drink some water and gobble MnM’s before running the three miles back to her house, but the connection from small to big road was nowhere in sight. A cold breeze whooshed across Misti’s hair, and she closed her eyes, working harder. Something soft and cold landed on her head, and slid down her face. Misti’s eyes flew open. It’s snowing. Snowing on Maple Lane... She couldn’t believe it. Then she realized that she wasn’t on Maple Lane anymore. She was in Quite a different place, covered in snow, and light enough to be day time. 

“Who’re you?” Misti spun towards the voice to see a ghostly figure with a pale face and a countenance that seemed to shift from one expression to the next. She had long sandy-blonde hair that floated and twisted in intricate patterns that reminded Misti of sand. Though the girl was unnaturally pale, Misti refused to show intimidation or shyness.

“I am Misti,” she said, taking deep breaths as she recovered from her run. 

“Shifting Sands,” the other girl tossed her name casually while her eyes followed Misti carefully. Shifting was eyeing the MnM bag sticking out from a not-completely-zipped pouch around Misti’s waist. 

“Do you know where we are?” Misti panted, walking around Shifting Sands to transition from running hard to standing still. Shifting’s hard, mean eyes focused on the corner of the MnM bag, and she didn’t answer. Instead, Misti was answered by another, slightly squeaky voice from a cloaked figure making his way towards the two girls.

“Decepmyth. You are in Decepmyth; the land of deceptions and illusions,” the cloaked man declared. 

“Decepmyth” Misti repeated blankly. 

“I am taking this girl,” he gestured with an arm wrapped in the fabric of his cloak to the girl with dark hair standing beside him, “to see The Illusionist.” 

“I’m coming with you,” Misti said, her voice sounding clear and almost princess-like, not like herself at all. She didn’t know why she wanted to go with the girl and the man, it was something about the name “The Illusionist.” Under the shadow of his cloak, Shifting and Misti could make out a face, twisted in concentration. He appeared to be calculating in his mind whether or not Misti should come with him. 

“I am coming TOO!” Shifting yelled, which caused the short, cloaked man to jump slightly. 

“Alright, alright, come along,” he gave in, then shuffled through the snow. The snow crunched under Misti’s shoes, and Shifting Sands floated a few inches off the ground. 

“I’m Indigo,” the girl with dark hair and deep blue, almost purple eyes informed the two other girls. 

“Shifting Sands.”

“Misti.” 

“We are going to see The Illusionist; she thinks I may be the heir to Decepmyth!” Indigo looked excited as she related this information. Shifting Sands felt jealous, even though she had only been in Decepmyth for 5 minutes. The small group continued on in the white-grey world, Indigo filling Shifting and Misti in on all that she had learned so far.

“We are going to The Veil Between Realism and Fantasy, that is where we will meet The Illusionist.” 

“How did we get here?” Misti asked in astonishment and pleasure at being transported into a magical land.

“I am not really sure...” Indigo’s voice trailed off. A tremulous note of song flew across the frigid sky. This was soon followed by another note, and another; it was the most beautiful thing the three girls had ever heard. There seemed to be no tune or words, just clear, melodious music. Almost like birdsong. In a few more steps, the singer came into view. She had short brown hair and likewise brown eyes, and she was standing on a snowbank, singing her heart out. Entranced, the three girls listened until the song was finished, while the squeaky-voiced messenger tried to hurry them along. The last note slowly left the singer’s lips, mournfully wavering in the air. Misti and Indigo burst out clapping, while Shifting Sands rolled her eyes. The girl on the snowbank blushed, and with a twittering sound, she delicately leaped until she was level with the travelers. 

“Hi, I am Indigo, this is Misti, and that is Shifting Sands,” Indigo smiled, and, as little as Misti knew of Decepmyth, she thought that Indigo would make a great heir, if this Illusionist person was right. 

“I am Wren. Would you mind telling me where I am and how I--” Wren began, but Shifting Sands cut in. “Got here?” she finished, mimicking Wren’s voice. One again, Indigo and the cloaked messenger explained about Decepmyth. 

“You sing beautifully,” Misti commented.

“Thanks. I like to sing to myself when I am nervous or afraid, and when I sang here... it sounded different,” Wren blushed again.

“Enchanting,” Indigo complimented.

“Thank you, I think that it is Decepmyth, as you call this place, that made my voice sound that way.” 

“I think you’re right,” Misti thought for a moment, then came to the same conclusion Rose bud had, “I think we have magical powers.”

“MAGICAL POWERS!” Shifting Sands spluttered. 

“Yes, we just need to figure them out,” Indigo was even more excited. 

“Shifting Sands can float-” Misti began.

“I’m a GHOST for heaven’s sake,” Shifting yelled. 

“Alright, your a ghost and Wren can sing really well.” Misti looked at Indigo. “We’ll just have to find out our powers.” The group continued walking, following the messenger. 

“I am possibly the heir,” Indigo pointed out, “that’s got to come with some powers.”

“How do we even know if you are the heir to Decepmyth or not?”

“It has something to do with the heir’s favorite word,” the cloaked man intervened. 

“Indigo, what’s your favorite word?” Misti asked immediately. Indigo thought for a minute, then said:

“Melodious.” The messenger stopped walking and looked horrified.

“That isn’t supposed to be the heir’s favorite word. This means that the real heir is in danger!” 

“What danger?” Indigo asked.

“Chitzah wolves! The demons Queen Magenta created!” he exclaimed, “that was why I was bringing Indigo. You aren’t the heir!” This last sentence he directed towards Indigo, who looked rather shocked and disappointed.

“Then WHO IS THE HEIR?” Shifting demanded.

“What is the true heir’s favorite word supposed to be?” Misti questioned, but the messenger was already running in another direction. 

“We have to go back,” he muttered, “back to those other kids. They’re in danger.” 

I agree with Admin but I think JtSF had a crush on BHR...