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The Curse of Magix *3*
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"Coil her up, Cornelia," ordered Drixy. She was hovering just above the smooth wooden floor of Magix High's gymnasium. She was glaring down at Ciarra, who was huddled in the corner of the room, trying to think of some way to escape. All of the doors were too far away and the windows were too high and narrow. The room had been "soundproofed", ensuring that those who chose not to come to the party couldn't hear. Everyone in the room was either unconcious or frozen in ice. There was no way for Ciarra to call for help; there was no way to escape now.
Cornelia waved her hands, magic flowing from her fingertips, making intricate, glowing symbols in the air. Lethal black rose vines sprouted out of the floor, cracking open the shiny wood, and coiled around Ciarra. Ciarra struggled to break free, but her arms were pinned to her sides and her legs were unable to move even a fraction of an inch.
"Okay, ladies," said Drixy as she threw a wave of dark energy at Ciarra, "you know what to do!"
All three of the witches started draining away Ciarra's energy, making her weaker and weaker. Valcania sent a wave of fire at her. Cornelia made the rose vines coil around her, the thorns digging into her skin. Before long, Ciarra was using all of her strength and will power to keep herself awake. The witches saw this, and prepared to launch their final attack. They combined their magic and it formed a glowing black ball of dark energy. As soon as it hit Ciarra, she knew it was over. she slumped over, defeated.
This is it... she thought, it's all over now. I'll be cursed forever.
"Hey, Ciarra," Drixy said tauntingly, right on cue, "I think I know you real name. Let me guess... is it Annabell? No, that's not right... I think it's Andrea!
"Nooooo!" screamed Ciarra.
A stream of black energy swirled around Ciarra and the witches.
"Now..." Ciarra felt her a lump forming in her throat. It became hard for her to talk. Her voice was no more than a whisper when she said, "Now you'll be cursed as well. I was trying to tell you earlier, but now it's too late."
"Whatever," said Drixy, as if she didn't care, "we'll still get your powers. Let's get her girls!"
The witches began the ancient incanatation used to extract powers from dark beings, "A spell, a curse, a charm. To all it will harm. To her it could protect, and all powers reflect. But, as day turns into night, darkness overcomes light. Now, take this girl wrapped up in flowers, and strip her of her powers!"
A swirl of black magic flowed out from Ciarra's magic symbol on her forehead. It formed a tear-shaped orb that bobbled in front of her. It flashed white for a second, as if it was saying There's still hope! and then, in the blink of an eye, it was pitch black again. It flowted and swirled and came to a rest in Drixy's palm.
"See you later, princess! It's been fun, but we really have to go," Drixy said as the witches left. They vanished in a brilliant flash of light. This light seemed to bring life back to those who were unconcious and the ice containing the others melted. The room was no longer soundproofed, and Ciarra fell to the ground, too tired to even stand.
As people woke up and realized what had happened, murmurs began to rise in the room. People were asking things like, "What happened?" and "Who were those witches?" or "I wonder what those witches wanted from us..."
Camille and Angel carefully wover their way through the crowd that had formed around Ciarra. Camille gently helped Ciarra to her feet.
"Do you want to go back to our dorm?" Camille asked in a soft, soothing voice.
Ciarra nodded wearily, to tired to talk.
"So, what exactly happened back there?" Angel asked in her usual bubbly way. As soon as the words left her mouth, Camille shot an icy cold glare at Angel. "What?" Angel asked, as her eyes widened innocently. It was as if she was completely oblivious to the fact that her friend was practically dead.
"Angel, Ciarra is obviously very tired, and doesn't want to talk right now," Camille scolded softly. "She needs a good night's sleep. Questions come later."
"Okay..." Angel appologized, "I'm sor--"
At that moment, Ciarra collapsed and fell to the ground, unable to support herself, even with Camille's help. Her skin was deathly white and she was taking only small, shallow breaths. Her pulse was slow, much slower than it was normally. Her skin was cold and her limbs were limp. Ciarra was dying.
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good job, sorry it took me so long to read this, but it's really good. Plz keep me posted. |
