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The Curse of Magix *4*
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As consciousness slowly seeped into her body once more, she became aware of the different things around her: the quiet murmur of voices, the soft glow of the healing lights and the silky touch of the blanket covering her. She attempted to open her tired eyes to see where she was. Her vision was blurry as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As soon as she moved her legs just a fraction of an inch, she felt a wave of pain ripple through her body, making her gasp aloud in agony. She fell back down on her bed, squeezing her eyes shut, hoping to make the pain disappear. As she took several rapid breaths, exhausted from just the small effort of trying to stand, she was vaguely aware of the things around her changing. The murmurs grew louder, and the sound of shoes against porcelain tiles filled the air.
“Ciarra?” a soft, soothing voice asked. “Are you awake?”
“Mmmrrr,” Ciarra mumbled as she pried her eyes open again. She saw a worried face which she recognized as of Camille’s when her vision cleared. As she tried to speak, she felt as if her tongue was made of lead; it was useless. After a few moments of silence, she used all of her strength to speak once more. She whispered, “Wh-where a-am I?”
Camille breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her friend speak. She forced herself to sound calm and reassuring as she said, “You’re in the infirmary, Ciarra. Do you remember anything that happened?”
Ciarra shook her head ever so slightly, a movement that made her head throb and the room spin around her. She squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for the feeling to pass.
When Ciarra opened her eyes again, Camille spoke, softly and gently, “To make a long story short, you were attacked at the dance party about two weeks ago. You were drained of your powers and you fainted. So, Angel and I brought you here so you would heal. And, by the looks of it, you seem to be a bit better.”
Questions swam through Ciarra’s mind, all of which she wanted to ask. She would’ve too, if she had the strength. She knew she didn’t have it in her to ask more than a few questions, so she decided to ask the few most important ones. “Where’s Angel?”
Camille smiled and said, “Don’t worry about her. She went to get Mrs. Fyora and she’ll be back soon. And, if you’re going to ask if everyone’s okay, we’re all fine. No major damage was done, and everything’s been fixed. You don’t have to worry about anything. Everything’s been taken care of, and none of this was your fault, so you can just relax.”
Ciarra let the tension in her body melt away. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and was half-asleep until Angel and Mrs. Fyora burst into the room. Ciarra woke up with a start. Angel ran over to the bed, looking like she was about to burst with excitement when Camille pulled her aside and scolded her for being disruptive. Mrs. Fyora, on the other hand, walked slowly and gracefully into the room. She calmly stood by Ciarra’s bed and spoke in a soft voice.
“How are you feeling, dear?” Mrs. Fyora asked.
“Tired,” Ciarra whispered, “it hurts to move.”
“Alright, sweetheart,” Mrs. Fyora smiled sympathetically. “I’ll let you rest. When you feel better, don’t hesitate to call me, okay?”
Ciarra nodded, sending the room spinning all over again. She groaned as her head ached.
Mrs. Fyora walked over to where Camille and Angel were standing. “Girls,” she said softly, “I want you to go back to your dorms and prepare for your afternoon classes. Ciarra needs her rest. You’ll be allowed to visit her in a couple of days.”
“But--” Angel started to say.
Mrs. Fyora held her hand up and Angel fell silent. “It’s really for her own good, you just have to understand that, dear. In a couple of days, she’ll be as good as ever and you’ll be able to talk to her as much as you want. Now, go to your classes, ladies.”
“Yes, Mrs. Fyora,” Camille and Angel said, at slightly different times. The two walked slowly out of the room. They vowed to come back as soon as they were allowed. They would be willing to skip their classes to come visit Ciarra in the infirmary when they were allowed to come. They would be there the second they were allowed to visit their friend.
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“Camille!” Angel shouted as she pounded on the tall, ornate doors. She was standing outside of Camille’s dorm and was bursting with excitement. She got no reply so she shouted once more, “Camille! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! I have really super good news!”
“Alright, already,” came the sleepy reply. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Yes, in fact I do!” Angel shouted, missing yet another point. “It’s exactly 6:03 in the morning! Now open this door!”
“Alright, alright, alright, I’m coming. Just be patient, Angel,” Camille said calmly.
A few minutes later, Camille stood sleepily at the door. Angel grabbed her am and dragged her down one of the long hallways in the school. Although Camille appeared to be walking lightly behind her, by Valkerian standards, she was stumbling clumsily. She had dressed quickly and wore a loose, casual orange sundress and a pair of hot pink flip flops. Her hair was slightly messy, she looked half-asleep and her outfit didn’t match, but thanks to her Valkerian grace, she seemed less scattered than she was.
“Angel,” Camille murmured softly, so she wouldn’t wake anyone up, “Where are you taking me?”
“Well, you’re no--” Angel started to say, her voice loud and carefree, as always. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that most of the girls were asleep at this time in the morning.
“Shhh!” Camille shushed Angel softly. “You’ll wake everyone up if you keep talking that loudly, Angel. Now, tell me in a quieter voice where you are taking me.”
“Sorry,” Angel whispered, “it’s just… I got so excited! Anyways, we’re going to the infirmary! I heard that Ciarra’s much, much, much better now!”
Camille smiled, “Finally. I was beginning to get worried about her!”
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As Camille and Angel stepped into the infirmary, it became clear that something was wrong. A thick cloud of dust filled the air, and the room was cold and foggy, like early morning mist. Dirt clung to their skin, and they coughed as they tried to breath in the dusty air. They made their way through the room, searching for their friend.
“Ciarra!” Angel called out into the haze. “Ciarra, where are you?”
“Angel?” a voice called from somewhere in the room. “Angel? Is that you?”
“Ciarra?” Angel looked around for some sign of her friend. “Ciarra! Follow the sound of my voice!”
A moment later, Angel felt someone brush by her shoulder. She screamed, and the person screamed back. Angel gasped, “Omigosh! Ciarra, you scared me!”
“Ciarra” Camille asked. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“Yup,” Ciarra said. “Come out, you witches! I know you’re here!”
With a flash of light, the dust disappeared and the witches were hovering next to a giant hole in the wall. The three of them had smirks on their faces and seemed more menacing than ever.
“Hey there, witch girl,” Drixy taunted. “Did you miss us?”
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