#first writting a multychapter fic

[annoyingdonutfan]

Chapter one: Grandpa’s place (Magic in cream)

My grandfather told me tales of fae, and fairytales of creatures not human. These creatures would visit his little parlor on Maplewood once and awhile. He told me of the young fae who sat at his parlor and ordered milkshakes and sundaes all by his lonesome. He told me of the young merman who sat at his barstool with a sundae and would cry about the other young kids and how they treated him. He told a story of the young willow the wisp who was feared and told he was cursed. He told me of the lion cub who used to never smile except when he was alone with my grandfather, and an ice cream cone in hand. He told me of the faraway prince who would be incredibly nervous when my grandfather would hand him something, but the worry would wipe off when he had a few bites. He told me of the young beauty that no one understood, but my grandfather could understand and talk with him for hours. He told me of the young protege who only ordered the strawberry sundae, but as soon as his mother was gone, grandfather gave him something else. Grandfather told me of the birdman who handled his will and any problem in court for him, who ordered a malt when he came in to chat with my grandfather.

As I got older I forgot and brushed off these tales, though I never could shake the magic I felt when I heard the tales, or when I visited my grandfather. But he’s been dead three years now, and he left his parlor to me. I never went back, until now that is. I’ve wanted to go back for so long now, but I haven’t. I’ve been too busy, or not emotionally ready to. But then I’ve decided to come back now that I’ve quit my job, I’m moving back to Grandpa’s city, much to the warnings of my family. I’m going back. I bought myself a train ticket, and today’s the day. Grandpa, I promise I’ll start anew, just like you wanted me too. I promise I will uphold your magic.

It’s 9:30 at night currently, I have my grandfather’s old suitcase in hand. It’s the one thing I had left of him other than his old ice cream shop.

“Now arriving in Metatropolis outskirts, Metatropolis outskirts now boarding.”

This is my stop, the doors open, and I walk out the sliding doors. No one else is on the platform, no big surprise there. It’s late at night and not many people come to the outskirts of Metropolis. I set up maps on my phone and follow the directions to the Night Raven Law firm, it’s run by an old friend of my grandfather. The owner, Dire Crowely has the keys to the old ice cream shoppe.

“AHAHA, you must be young Yuu [redacted]! I remember your grandfather gushing about how lovely you were!” An oddly dressed man greets me outside of the office.

“I believe this key belongs to you? I’m quite happy you decided to come to our city after so many years! If you ever need any legal advice, please, do not hesitate to call me.”

He hands me a business card and the key for the parlor, then I head to Maplewood avenue.

I see the old parlor in front of me. It’s run down now, the paint peeling and chipping. But it’s still as magical as I remember it. Wait, there is a man who looks to be about my age standing in front of the building. He turns around, oh Lordy he’s tall.

“Hmmm may I help you”

I shake my head, the key in my hand trembling. Why is he here. As if hearing my thoughts he replies.

“I miss the owner of this old place, he was quiet kind to me as a child, as many were not, many still are not.” He runs his hand through his hair, “I’m quite sad that he’s been gone for three years, but that is neither here nor there, have a good night small one”

I look on as the man with jet black hair walks out into the next street and heads off. That was weird, he seemed nice though. If he knew my grandfather maybe he could be one of my customers!!! Wait no stop Yuu, you don’t even know if you want to even keep the building. I unlock the door. The lights are still in working condition, I set my suite case down and take off my coat, setting it on the nearest table.

“Mroaw?”

What was that?

“Mrrrrrrow”

A cat? I look back out the door into the street. There it is!

I rush out to pick up the poor thing, it’s scrawny and has a collar, it says “Grim.” The poor cat looks terrible with scars covering its body. I start to pet it’s head while bringing it back into the shop. A low content rumble comes from the cat. I look it over. Grim looks like it’s ears have been died blue. This cat has been abused. My stomach turns. There’s no clinic open this late. And I don’t have anything to give it. I haven’t even eaten yet. I search online for a local delivery place I can get food at, while Grim sniffs around. I find a small resultant called the Mostro Lounge. They accept take out orders late into the night. I ordered some stir fry from them. When the food arrives I set a plate full of meat for Grim on the floor. He sniffs it first before eating. He seems to be enjoying it, though I know take out is probably not great for cats, it’s the best I can do this late at night.

I look around the old ice cream shop. I really don’t want to sell it but… I need the money. But this is Grandpas place am I really go to let it go? I rember the strange man, he had found memories of this place. Maybe I could make people memories here to.

“Grandpa, your magic lives on I guess” I chuckle.