The Curse of Magix *9*

“Wait,” gasped Camille. “Did that voice just say that Ciarra is… dead?”

“Yes,” answered Mrs. Fyora, who was just rushing into the garden, “I’m afraid so. But we should be proud of her for what she did. She was very brave, fighting against such powerful witches. And we shall all remember her for that.”

Mrs. Fyora snapped her fingers and some nurses carried the witches away. Ciarra was carefully brought inside and into the infirmary. Camille and Angel quietly walked in and sat by her bedside, with tears streaming down their cheeks. Angel sobbed into Camille’s shoulder while Camille comfortingly placed her arms around her friend, while silent tears flowed down her own cheeks.

Even though it had only been a few months since they had met each other, it felt like years, a lifetime. And now, after such a short period of time, she was gone. Forever. Just like that. And they would never see her again…

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*Two days later, after Ciarra’s funeral*

As rain steadily fell onto their heads, Camille and Angel silently stood staring at Ciarra’s grave. This day was too sad for words. It was so sad, it almost seemed like the clouds were crying. All that was left of Ciarra were memories. Faint, fleeting memories…