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Chapter 1

“Serenity! Get up already! You’ve got work to do in the Human World!” a high pitched voice shrieked from the other room.
I rolled over, and moaned. I glanced up at the ceiling, looking at some of my amulets hanging on a silver hoop dangling from my midnight blue ceiling. I rolled some more to the left and collided with something.
“Ugh, Human world again, Serena? I was there a couple of months ago. Why can’t you go?” I complained to my twin sister, Serena. Nobody else in Midnite, or the realm of the Gods, believed that we are twins, though. You see, we don’t look anything alike, but when we were little, there was no telling us apart. By the time we turned 10, the markings of Gods started developing on our faces. It was then that we knew we were two different Goddesses in making.
Serena sighed and told me flatly, “It’s a job for a female Shinigami, not a Shanagami. I would go so you could rest, but my job involves giving life, not taking it away. Come on, you need to hurry! Matsuda is really impatient you know.”
I got out of my bed and stumbled into my bathroom, lighting my chandelier as I went. The goddess staring out of the looking glass needed some work to be considered “goddess material”. There were enormous dark circles under my eyes and my hair had acquired some serious bed head while I was sleeping. I got to work cleaning up my appearance up so I could be presentable enough for Matsuda to send me anywhere out of the ordinary.
I grabbed some of my Human-clothes and pulled a black 3 quarter sleeve shirt over my head and grabbed a black and red plaid mini skirt from my dresser. While searching for my arm warmers, I stumbled on a cracked picture frame. The glass shattered when it hit the floor while I was picking the frame up to observed the photo in it.
There was a beautiful Human boy holding the 15 year old me to his chest, both of us smiling sweetly. He had a perfectly symmetrical face, breathtaking crystal blue eyes, and straight, long black hair, a straight thin nose, and the most beautiful lips you had ever seen on anyone. I had often wondered if he was a God, or had a bit of God essence in him.
Now, a year later, I couldn’t remember his name. I couldn’t remember anything about him. The photo slipped out of the frame, falling face down at my feet. On the back it read: Michael Chandler, 15 years old, 11/15/07. Below the date, Michael had written a note for me, wishing me “Happy Birthday”. I felt my eyes tearing up, threatening to ruin my make up. Suddenly I heard pounding on my door.
“SERENITY! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE NOW!” Serena screamed at me. “The carriage is about to leave, you idiot! Get out here!”
Sigh. “Coming!” I croaked back, my voice cracking with emotion. I stuffed the picture into my purse and grabbed my arm warmers and my skater beanie, stuffing my feet into my favorite boots. I yanked my black hoodie off of a chair and ran out the door to join Serena in the horse-drawn carriage.
“Do you have your note book with you?” Serena asked, impatience coloring her tone.
I froze, then regained use of my arms and dug frantically through my purse, but to no avail. I sweared, getting worried, and then while sticking my head into my messenger bag, my nose hit the ivory clasp on my Death Tome. Then, resurfacing to see Serena’s anxious face peering at me, I nodded and she let out a lengthy sigh. I smirked and settled into the carriage seat, aimlessly playing with my Death Charm bracelet.
The carriage stopped suddenly before huge sapphire French doors with the symbols of the Gods engraved into them. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before heading back into the Human world. I held my breath as the doors started opening, revealing a shining light.