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A NOVEL THE FAYANA PROJECT Disclaimer: The authors of the fan fiction piece do not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters used in this book belong to their original creator(s). Fayeted DEDICATION This largescale fanfic is dedicated to Andrew Miller, Shelley Hennig and Phoebe Tonkin. The Fayana Project was inspired by literary mastermind Andrew Miller, and sought out a creative outlet to give back to him as well as the amazing community that supports his work, and of course the great ship that has come to be known as Fayana. The printed version of this book is limited and exclusively for the several people who wrote it as well as the three recipients stated above as NOT FOR SALE memorabilia. Fans are encouraged to read the book in a free online format. We want to reiterate that absolutely no profit is being made and we’re merely fans driven by our passion of storytelling. We sincerely hope you enjoy the contents of this book. The Fayana Project: McKenzie, Head Writer Ashley, Graphic Designer Michael, Writer Siobhan, Writer Fernanda, Writer Ari, Writer Maddy, Writer iii ACKNOWLEDGMENTS We want to take this opportunity to thank all of the fans who have supported our project from the beginning. It was a grueling process, but the end product is very much worth it. Thanks again for constantly encouraging all of us at The Fayana Project to continue with our work! This book is without a doubt a little piece of us all! PROLOGUE Amelia’s breaths were getting increasingly shorter as her kitchen illuminated with the heat of an evergrowing inferno. What started as just a small spark quickly engulfed the entire room and soon began to explore every crevice of her house. In an instant, she saw the safe life she always wanted for her daughter Cassie crumble to ash. The oxygen was decreasing at rapid pace and the smoke from her burning home filled her lungs; she collapsed, gripping at the island counter for any support. She pleaded for mercy. But it was too late; the heat was scorching her flesh, and her finality was all too near. The windows burst open, shards of glass shooting in every which direction, fire racing to consume anything in its path. And just a few yards away, there stood John Blackwell, the father of her child, a shy smirk on his face and a clenched fist by his side. “Let’s go,” he whispered confidently to the person by his side. They got in the car and drove off opposite to the sounds of tardy sirens fading in from the distance. *** “It’s her. It’s Cassie Blake.” Diana spoke softly but surely in close distance to Adam, who was preoccupied with entering items into his locker. Diana stood behind him, staring at new girl Cassie down the hall; she was having some trouble opening her locker. “We should say hi.” “Who?” Adam was still stuck trying to decide whether he should take all of the books for the rest of the day and avoid returning to his locker later on. 3 Fayeted “Cassie,” she reiterated. But Adam was still quizzical. “Blake,” she stressed. “Adam, she completes the circle.” Diana and Adam, along with their — well, they wouldn’t exactly call them friends per sé, more like schoolmates. No, that was too impersonal. Their acquaintances, people they had befriended and then grew apart from due to circumstance. Diana and Adam, along with their acquaintances Nick, Melissa, and Faye had discovered they were witches, thanks to Diana finding her family’s book. A full circle was at least six different families: Meade, Conant, Glaser, Armstrong, Chamberlain…and now Blake. With Cassie, Diana could bind their witches’ circle. “Isn’t that too…forward?” Adam’s question fell on deaf ears; Diana was halfway to Cassie by the time he finished his sentence. Cassie was a small girl, with fair skin, flowing blonde hair, perky peach lips like her personality, and blue eyes full of innocence. They glistened, even in the unattractive florescent lighting of the school’s hallway. Or at least, they glistened to Adam. “Hi!” Diana was anything but passive. Cassie turned from facing the locker, a bit stunned. “Um. Hello,” she responded. “Okay, sorry, that was a bit strong,” Diana said with a slight chuckle. “Let me start over: Hi, my name is Diana, and this is my friend…” she trailed off to let Adam state his own name. But Adam was a bit flustered at the moment. “Uh… um…” he struggled. “Adam.” Diana helped with furrowed eyebrows. “This is Adam.” Cassie smiled and offered her hand, “Hi, Cassie Blake.” “Jane’s granddaughter!” Diana was all too enthusiastic. “Oh, so you know?” 4 THE FAYANA PROJECT “It’s a small town.” And with that, the bell rang. “Oh, where are you headed?” “Uh,” Cassie began to fumble through her folders. “108B, wherever that is.” “It’s just down the hall and to the left.” Diana tilted her head slightly. “Don’t worry; I think they’ll forgive you for being late. Maybe we’ll see you around,” she yelped walking in the opposite direction and dragging Adam with her. “Yeah,” Cassie whispered to herself, turning towards her jammed locker. “Maybe.” Out in the school’s parking lot was Faye Chamberlain, rushing to get to class. She had lied and told her mom she was leaving to school this morning when she actually wasn’t; otherwise she would never be tardy. “What’s the point of magic if you can’t turn back time?” she was thinking aloud as she opened the doors to the school’s entrance. Down the hall was Cassie, yelling at her locker. Cassie banged her hand up against the locker and Faye scoffed. Suddenly her tiny yelps and cries began to grow increasingly louder, much more intense. She finally screeched in frustration. Faye felt a damp, cold spot form at the zenith of her head. She crinkled her nose a bit. Another drop landed on her arm. She glanced at it, but before she could even process it, she was drenched in water. Cassie stood yards away, sopping wet as well, her locker door open. Kids poured out of classrooms, but Faye just stood there, staring at Cassie, and finally looking up. The fire sprinklers continued. *** “I know what you’re gonna say, and I did not do this.” Faye was adamant. 5 Fayeted “Then who did?” Diana was incredulous. She was standing in front of a sitting Faye inside of their hideout house, located in the middle of the forest. It was here that the unbound circle had realized they were witches and had practiced spells. Nick was sitting on the couch’s armrest, one foot up on the couch seat. Melissa stood to the side with Adam. “I love getting out of school early, but that was not me. It was her — the girl you were talking about!” “Cassie? Please, Faye. Cassie just moved here; you’re always out of hand with your power—“ “That bitch!” Faye stood up, closer to Diana’s face. “I bet she even knows she’s a witch.” “Look, even if that were true, it just further proves that we need to bind the circle,” Diana persisted. Nick laughed. They all turned their glances toward him. “What?” “All of this talk about binding the circle and you don’t even know what it will do to us…” he responded. Faye’s eyes lit up. “See! Nick agrees. It’s a stupid idea, Diana. If it ain’t broke…” “Hey! I think Diana has a point here,” Adam defended, moving behind Diana. “Of course you do.” Faye’s eyes widened as she lifted her eyebrows and turned her head slightly. She rolled her eyes as subtly as she could. “I’m serious. It’s all in the book Diana found. I mean, our parents bound their circle.” “Yeah, and where did it get them?” Faye asked. The room fell silent for just a beat. Adam shrugged in a manner that suggested he wasn’t budging from his stance. “Okay, I guess that’s two against two. Melissa?” she turned her gaze towards her, and suddenly all pressure lied on 6 THE FAYANA PROJECT Melissa’s shoulders. “Uh. Uh…well, I don’t know,” Melissa was puzzled. “I mean…you are always getting into trouble because of it…” the muscles in her face twitched at the idea of upsetting Faye. “Okay. Fine.” Faye stressed every syllable, feeling defeated. She began to storm down the stairs. “Have it your way. I’ll go get Cas—“ “No!” Adam shouted out. The group stopped dead in their tracks; Faye’s eyes widened yet again in disbelief with a slight tilt of her head downward. “Uh…I just mean you’re a little strong Faye. I’ll ask her to come over.” “I don’t know, this all seems to be going so fast,” Diana commented. “Yeah, I don’t think you should ask her Adam.” Nick waited for a slight moment. “How hot is she? I’ll ask.” “Ugh!” Melissa waved a hand and sat down on the couch. Adam sighed. “I’ll be back. Stay here.” On his drive over to Cassie’s house, he thought about all the ways he could reintroduce himself to her. They say you only get one first impression, but if that were true, then Adam was doomed. His first impression, to Cassie, must have made him looked like a completely loser.