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After her shift was finished she headed back to her apartment. The rain lightened up to a drizzle, but it reminded her of her fateful meeting with that stranger. *What did he mean?* she thought as she entered the apartment building,*Maybe it was all a bad dream.*. she lay down on her bed and began to fall asleep.
She woke up to the sound of scratching at the window. She looked at her clock; 12: 45, wondering what the noise was, she went towards the window to see what it was. But as she entered the kitchen, she herd faint footsteps patter towards the bathroom. Curious, she went toward the noise. Along the way, she heard clattering, *Whatever it is, it’s messing up my bathroom!*. Sure enough when she opened the bathroom door and flicked the switch, she saw a small blue creature tossing out everything in her medicine cabinet. It looked up and saw Danielle, in an instant it tried to bolt through the door, but Danielle slammed it shut and it ran into the door.
“What are you? And what are you doing in my apartment?” she asked.
“Pretty things.” was all it said, rubbing its left ear.
“What?”she asked, confused. “What are you?”
It went back to the medicine cabinet and started rummaging through it again. “Pretty things!” It pulled out a box of tampons and started to rip through it.
Danielle freaked, she tried to grab the creature, but it jumped to the side and she fell to the floor. It was staring at one of the tampons it managed to grab, it seemed to be in a trance. She looked at the creature more closely, it had bat-like ears, a hooked nose and was wearing what looked like a tunic. “Okay so you like pretty things,” she said getting up, “what if I gave you something really pretty, then would you talk?”
It turned to her, dropping the tampon. “Pretty? Me likes pretty.”
“I know,” she said as she pulled out some change from her pocket. The creature looked among the change and drew out a single penny. It looked fairly new so it gleamed in the light.
“Preeeety.” it said, entranced.
“Okay, Now please tell me, who are you, what are you, and why you are here?” she said impatiently, but was slightly amused by how easily distracted the thing was.
“Me Runnel, pleas-ed to meety you.” it said taking a bow, “as for what I is, I is a Shcarling, closely related to gobblins.”
“Gobblins? Don’t you mean goblins?”
“Thats what Runnel says, gobblins!” it said, rather hurt. “ as for why I is here,” it leaned forward and waved her in “come here.”
She was reluctant, but leaned in anyway, he kept waving her in till they were face to face. Then out of nowhere he pulled out a handful of dust and blew it in her face. She began to feel woozy, and managed to say one thing before she passed out. “You. . . little. . . . .brat.”

if youre going to read the story, do it from bottom entry to the top.

As she started to look in the cup, the powder, mixed with the tea leaves, began to glow softly. Then it changed to a series of blurs and shapes then finally, into full figures. They started to talk to each other then they dissolved, then reformed to depict another performance. She looked closely and noticed something, “Hey, that’s me!”
“You would be correct. What you see in the cup, is small pieces of your future. The entire future itself cannot be depicted, for everything is about choice.”said Adam. Danielle couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She saw herself in fights, and winning, she saw creatures so strange she didn’t think they existed. Then she saw something that made her knock over the teacup, which shattered on the floor. Then she looked at the man across from her and he continued, “I need your help.”
“With what? Don’t tell me that I am being pulled into some freaky Harry Potter meets Lord of the Rings freak show! I want no part of this!”
The man stood up calmly and only said, “Alright, after all it is your choice. But you will be pulled into this, wether you like it or not. For he has already made his decision.” and with that he left.
Danielle remembered what she saw in the cup, and tried to follow him saying, “ To what?
Made his decision to what?” but by the time she wen t out the door, he was gone.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE?!” shouted the cook from the kitchen, “I GOT A DELIVERY FOR YOU TO DO!!!”
“Yes Ms. Goreen, Ill be right there.” and she slumped back into the café.