W.I.T.C.H Season 3 (Episode 53 - Dreamscape)

Ok I'm new to writting but I took it apon myself to write a few episodes from season 3 in book format, it kicks off just where season 3 ended.
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Episode 53 - Dreamscape

“I’ll see you in class girls, I’m covering 4th period history, I believe with you, Will.”
he said in a soft, yet sinister tone.
“Ohhhh yeah! Right! See you in class Sir!”
The girls walked into their fourth period lessons later that day. Will and Cornelia walked into there class and went to find seats.
“Na-ah! I’m taking the seat next the cute professor!” said Cornelia, as she takes Will’s seat. Will then moves to the middle of the classroom giggling at Cornelia.
“Alright settle down class.” Said Professor Sylla
“Now, today we are looking at what some of the earlier Egyptians would carve into the tombs of…” he began pulling up a few pictures of the pyramids. Will slumped down on her chair, preparing herself for the most boring 55 minutes of her life. “Uhhhh, watching paint dry is more fun than history class!” she yawned as she stared at the window.
“Now look at this particular symbol, what do you see in, Miss Vandom are you paying attention?”
“Uhhh, yes sir!”
“Good, then what did I just say?”
“Ummmm…”
“I’m waiting…!”
“Uhhh, pyramids were native to Egypt?” She guessed as the whole class started laughing at her, the Professor sighed.
“Try to pay attention, or I’ll have to keep you after class so you can LEARN to pay attention.” Said the professor, smiling, while Will just sat there blushing, as Cornelia turned round to giggle at her.
“Miss Hale, you will be joining her if you’re not careful.” he said, staring at Cornelia. Will now started giggling at Cornelia.
“Now, what do you see in this symbol, any specific details you notice, talk among yourselves now.”
As everyone started talking, the professor turned around and took a disk from his draw labeled ‘Test VANDOM’ as he muttered to himself “Sheen said this would put the girl out…” he looked back over his shoulder at Will “Ahhh, she’s got to be out of her mind! No picture is going to have any effect anyone, let alone the girl!” But nevertheless he inserted it into the disk drive.
“Now class, this one is a very ancient symbol, I need your full attention” he stared at Will and flicked the picture on.
Will looked at the symbol, squinted her eyes a little “Where have I seen…” she felt a bit dizzy, her head spinning as the room looked like it was whirling around her. Her eyes weakened. In a matter of seconds she had fell faint and slid off her chair, now collapsed on the floor below.
She started dreaming, but she fell into her dream, she remembered an event a few months back, back when Shagon attacked her and her mother, they all had dinner together with Mr. Collins. She fades away…

“How’s your dinner Will?” asks Mrs. Vandom
“Awkward, like tonight!” say Will as she picks up a slice of pizza
“Enough, you’ve turned the evening into a choice between the red wire and the blue. Touch the wrong one and Will goes ballistic!” whispers Mrs. Vandom
Will throws down her pizza in fury.
“Boom!” says Mr. Collins quietly.
“If I’m being so unpleasant, why work so hard to bring me here?”
“Since you’re already here, why work so hard to make it unpleasant?”
Mr. Collins smiles and faces the two girls who are staring at one another from across the table. “You know you girls are really more alike than you think!
They suddenly turn to him with a look of immense rage.
“Which was meant as a compliment!” He suddenly interjected
Will storms of and runs to a guard railing of the pier, she then turns to face her mother, still at the table
“Ah shucks I have to protect her” she spoke through her teeth.
Suddenly the pier shook and smoke was rising from nearby planks. “Shagon!” Will ran behind a merry-go-round ride and transformed.
“Guardian, unite!”
With a flash of light she flew away.
Will’s mother runs over to where she last saw Will and starts yelling
“Will! Will! Where are you?”
Shagon flies up and knocks Mrs. Vandom over the guard rail and off the edge of the pier, but Mr. Collins manages to grab onto her arm
“Help! Dean!” She cried
“Hang on Susan!”
Will flies about looking for Shagon, while people are panicking all around her, she ducks underneath the pier and spots Shagon, whom is shooting projectiles at the pier’s structure.
Meanwhile, as the crowds scatter Mr. Collins’ grip is weakening.
“Ahhhhhh!” Screamed Mrs. Vandom, clutching to Mr. Collins arm while dangling from Sheffield’s pier.
“Dean! I’m slipping!” she cried
“No, I won’t let you fall!”
Mr. Collins manages to pull Mrs. Vandom up to safety, for now.
“You don’t mess with family Shagon!”
“Why not? It’s the perfect way to mess with YOU!”
“Arrrrrg” Grumbles Will as she dodges out the way of incoming projectiles.
“Ohhoho! I’m feeding on hate tonight. You know I’m actually in danger… of feeling full!”
Shagon shoots a projectile, narrowly missing Will.
“Dear Will, sorry I couldn’t attack you sooner! But I’m Heatherfield bound - they say a new band of evil knights forms there every 5 minutes. And I know I’m lead guitar in the next one!” Shagon jeers, while a dazed Will is hovering, now completely shaken.
“That…that was from Matt’s letter!” she stutters as Shagon forcefully throws her into the pier above.

“*gasp* Oh my gosh!” Taranee started telepathically talking to Irma and Hay-Lin
“You guys, Will is in serious trouble, my head has never started spun so much since Halinor and the others!”
“Really, are you sure it’s not overload, I get that everyday, just relax a little!” Replied Irma, telepathically of course
“I’m serious you guys! Look I’ll try Cornelia, see if she’s picking up mental call’s.”
Taranee focused her attention on getting through to Cornelia, who was in the same class as Will.
“Cornelia, are you with Will by any chance?”
“Oh my gosh! Taranee! Will is passed out on the floor in class, come quick!”
“What happened to her?” Taranee replied
“I don’t know, but no time for theories now, just get down here!”
The girls nodded at Taranee after she finished ‘talking’ to Cornelia.
“Uh, excuse me Miss?”
“Yes, what is it Taranee?
“I have a music lesson now.”
“Oh well, ok, off you go then.”
“Yeah, and Miss…” Hay-Lin and Irma started “We have to ummm, help organize the parade next week!”
“Funny, I didn’t hear about that.”
“Oh you wouldn’t have, the book shop organizes it.
”’I’ll have to make a call…”
“No need, we’re only going to be in the hall. We really need to go. Now!”
“Oh fine, but hurry back girls!”
They rushed to Will’s classroom and ran through the door to Will’s side
“Girls who said you could come in here!” said the professor
“Uhhh, we had to borrow some paper, what happened to Will? said Hay-Lin as she knelt at Will’s side. She looked at the screen behind her and recognized the symbol on the board, but diverted back to Will, still in an unconscious state.
Her dream continued…

“I guess faking Matt’s handwriting isn’t as hard as you think.”
“Arrrrrrrrrg!” Will breaks free from his clutches and throws multiple shots of lightning into Shagon, who effortlessly dodges them.
Shagon shoots a projectile, which skims the tip of her wings.
She shoots a ball of lightning back, but as Shagon feeds on her seemingly endless hate towards him, he becomes immune to the attack and strikes back with great force. Will plunges into the deep water beneath her. Shagon then flies up to the pier to meet a panic-stricken Mrs. Vandom, who at the sight of Shagon, cowers in the arms of Mr. Collins.
“You must be Will’s mother.” said Shagon as he slowly approaches her. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Will should have introduced me sooner, too bad she won’t be joining us.”
“What have you done to her!” screams Mrs. Vandom as she slowly retreated backwards in fear until she can no further. She glances over her shoulder into the dark waters below
“The same thing I’m going to do to you!” growled Shagon in a menacing tone as he grabs Mrs. Vandom’s arm. From nowhere, Will flies in and charges into Shagon, knocking him to the ground. Will hits Shagon with another bolt, this time he’s launched into a nearby lamppost.
"Take the hint buddy, you're in a whole 'nother ball park now - You've crossed the line."
“Oh have I now…” Shagon groans, slowly pulling himself up from the ground.
Will shoots again but as the hate is generated from her, it is enough for Shagon to retaliate. He shoots another projectile, forcing Will to dive out of the way.
While she’s down, Shagon pulls out a metal beam from the nearby rubble and waits for Will to recover. She does so, but at that very moment is thrust into a nearby pillar as Shagon forcefully swings the beam at her chest.
As she watches Shagon approach, she tries to summon up the strength for one last attack, but finds herself too weak. She waits for her fate at the hands of Shagon.
Moments later she slowly opened her eyes, only to find the metal beam winded round her, trapping her to the post.
“No, I, can’t end it now, I’m having way too much fun!”
“So you’re letting me go?” Will asks faintly, still in shock.
“Have to, it’s your hate that’s keeping my alive, and your lust to see Matt that keeps me powerful.” Shagon devilishly remarks, while face-to-face with Will, who turns away in anger and sadness. He starts to fly away. “So long guardian, I’ll tell Matt you said ‘Hi’”
Will sheds a tear as her mother run up to her.
“Will! Will! Oh Will I was so worried about you. Are you alright? Who was that man? What does he want with you? Oh Will…” She hugs Will as she sighs of relief and turmoil.
Will manages to slide her way from beneath the metal and walks a few paces further from her mother.
“Will, what is this? What did that guy want with you? And since when can you fly?
Will stood silent
“Is this why you’ve been so mysterious lately, I mean, it’s like I have two daughters, Will that never breathes more than two words about anything, the one who sneaks around like some sort of secret agent, and the one comes home late without even a word! And the old Will, who used to share everything with me, that used to be fun-loving and caring. Will, you’ve become so distant now…”
Will clenches her fist in anger, but conceals it, turning away from her mother.
“Why have you got wings, you’ve grow more than a foot and a half I’m sure, and you can shoot, lightning?!
Will becomes more enraged, the hate for Shagon is to much for her to handle at this moment in time, but she still conceals it, knowing what would happen if she revealed the truth.
“Is this about Matt?”
Wills head rose
“I haven’t seen him in a while, are you two still together? Has he hurt you! Will! Will tell me now!”
The voices echoed around in Will’s head until she could take no more, she burst in rage
“Matt would never hurt me! How dare you accuse him of that!”
She flew into the air and towered over her mother.
“The only reason I came to this stupid dinner was to protect you!”
“Protect me, but why?” Mrs. Vandom stuttered in a confused tone.
“Shagon wasn’t after me, it was you he wanted to destroy, I’m just that little bonus on the side. That’s why when he thought I was gone, he came for YOU stupid!”
“But…how…what?” Mrs. Vandom starts to feel faint at the sight of everything around her, she stumbles back and falls to the ground
“MUM!” Will rushes down to her

As time passes, Will is regaining consciousness, but is still lost in her dream, which continues…

“Mum I know it’s a lot to handle… but I’m only doing this for Matt, he’s gone and that jerk Shagon has something to do with it, I know it.” Will lets go of her mothers hand as Mr. Collins walks over and stats to carry her home.
“Will I know the relationship between your mother and I is complicated, but I love her to much to let it go, you have to understand that.” said Mr Collins in a soft, sensitive tone. Will faced away from him but continued walking.
“I know it’s hard for you Will, with everything…” he points to her wings and frowns “But you need to accept it, for your mums sake, not mine.” Will looks up and gives him an apologetic smile, but it soon turns to a look of slight anger
“But how can you be ok with all of this? How are you so calm? I mean *sigh* my life is over and all you do is smile. When my mum wakes up I’m done for, and there’s nothing I can do!” She faces away and sheds a tear.
“Will, I already knew”
Will looks up again, startled this time.
“I knew ever since that attack at the park, it’s hard not to remember when five magic pixies ambush you and nearly destroy you!” He laughed, but with a slightly distressed voice.
Will turned to him
“Uh, I, I can explain! You see, we kinda got the impression that you were the prince of evils sidekick and…” She began to babble, but was swiftly interrupted by Mr Collins
“There is no need for explanation Will.”
Police sirens are heard as a car rushes past at full speed, Will dives into the bushes and later emerges with a mouthful of nettles.
“Ok, that was to close for comfort, besides, we’re getting into downtown Heatherfield. No need to startle anyone.”
She transforms back into her old self as they later arrive at the Vandom’s apartment just as Will’s mother starts to awaken.
“Mum! Are you ok?” said Will, with a smile on her face.
Mrs Vandom begins to gently sit up, holding her throbbing head
“Oh! A little woozy dear, what happened tonight?” she stuttered
“That depends, how much do you remember?” asked Will nervously, turning to Mr Collins who was also frowning.
“Nothing, this whole evening is one big blur, except there was a huge panic on the pier, loads of people rushing and screaming, then nothing.”
Will sighs with relief.
“It was a loose beam in the pier, a few planks caved in, nothing much. You tripped over someone and hit your head, so we brought you back here.” Will said as she then smiled at Mr Collins.
“Come on, let’s get you some sleep!” she said as she helped lift her mum up and into her bedroom. Will stumbles into her room too and lies on her bed, slowly closing her eyes and drifting off into some sort off dreamscape…

“Will! Will wake-up! Will! WILL!” The girls were yelling, as Will slowly started to open her eyes
“Woah…what happened here?” She mumbled
“For once, someone nearly got bored to death in class!”
“Irma shut-up! This is no time for your stupid jokes!”
“Woah! Take it easy Corny! Just trying to lighten the mood. You know, friend passes out, you don’t want the first thing they hear to be a history lesson, she’ll zonk right out again!”
“Shhhh you guys! Will, how you feeling?” asked Hay-Lin
“Bruised, it’s like the whole of Meridian is stomped on my chest!”
“Shhhh! Again, in a classroom, spare everyone of the details, ok?” Irma hisses at Will
Will managed to sit up, surveying all around her, though she still felt to dizzy to walk.
Professor Sylla was knelt next to her trying to ease her up
“How you doing there champ? You gave me a little scare there!”
“Oh I’ll be ok” she whimpered as Professor Sylla and the others helped he up off the floor as everyone stared in shock.
“Professor Sylla, can us five be excused please?” asked Hay-Lin
“But of course! Take your time girls!” He said, but then whispered to himself “I’ve got all that I need to know!”



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Chapter Two: A Yern to Discover
During this incident and without the Guardians knowledge, a portal had opened elsewhere in Heatherfield revealing four characters.
“Ahhh Heatherfield. The snow so soft, the air so crisp, the people so happy…we can fix that!” hissed the one of ice.
“Later ice-cube.” Replied the one of fire “We have more important business to attend to.”
“Agreed. Nerissa said we must strike where it hurts them the most - emotionally.” Smirked the one of the mask “If we are to extract her vengeance we must target and antagonize them, and watch as the anger, the desperation, and the HATE flows souly into us!” He pulled out a picture of a boy from one of his pockets and cackled, “So one of our little Guardian friends is in love to dear, sweet Matt…”
They all chuckled. “…there is no better way to attain her hatred. The rest of us will dine on the anger, misery and desperation of her comrades. Let’s just hope the work has been done and the seeds of fear have been planted…” the one of ice said while stroking the head of the one of fur.
The one of the mask walked forward towards a cave, “For now we rest here and guard the cell. I will hunt at sunset…”
“As you wish.” The rest of them said together.
Heatherfield. Sheffield Institute. The girls all walked out the classroom together. Will was still extremely groggy so much so as she could not stand on her own two feet, so she was leaning on the shoulders of both Cornelia and Taranee. No one had spoken since they left the room, partially in shock but mainly because they were making sure everyone around was out of earshot. Irma, not surprisingly, was the first to break the silence. “Okay, I’ll bite. Will, what happened in there?”
“I wish I knew myself…” Will muttered back - struggling to breathe, let alone talk.
Irma then looked over towards Hay-Lin. “Hay-Hey, aren’t you worried about ink poisoning with all that writing you do on yourself?” asked Irma. Hay-Lin was busy doodling on her hands as she said that. “That symbol on the board, I recognised it from that time at the train station and…” she finished and showed Irma “Look familiar?”
“Oh my gosh! She’s right!” Irma exclaimed. They all walked into the locker rooms outside the gymnasium and propped Will on the floor against a wall.
“Will, what was the last thing you remember before passing out? Hay-Lin may be on to something here.” asked Taranee feeling Will’s forehead.
“I…ughh…I remember…remember talking about…” Will sighs and groans “I don’t remember a thing!”
“Understandable. People normally don’t remember stuff straight away when they pass-out.” Taranee responded. “Cornelia, what do you remember?”
Cornelia, being the egomaniac, loves being the center of attention even in difficult or dangerous situations. She was almost flattered when all eyes went to her. “Me? Well, we were talking about Egyptians. Seeing a picture on the board was the last thing before Will - you know - blacked out.” Irma looked back at Hay-Lin and said, “Hay-Lin recognised the symbol from the train station…” Cornelia continued, “…and if Will fainted at the train station and here…” Irma exclaimed, “Then it’s gotta be that symbol!”
Hay-Lin looked at the symbol on her hand. “We’ll ask my Grandma tonight about it, she’ll know.” She then turned to Will and said, “So what, you were up - passed out- and up again just like that?”
“That’s the funny thing, I wasn’t. I was in Guardian form because a big guy that called himself ‘Shagon’ attacked my Mum and I. He said something about Matt… he read a letter that he sent posing as Matt, and then he said that he feeds on hate. He almost killed me. He could of so easily, like child’s play. But didn’t. His last words were something like: ‘I’ll say “Hi!” to Matt from you!’”
Everyone stared at her blankly for a while, processing. Irma, once more, broke the silence. “Did you recognise the guy?” she asked.
“No. But I seemed pretty upset…” Will answered. She tried to get to her feet but only got half way before shrieking in pain and sliding down again. Cornelia asked “But why is Will aching? What’s hurting?”
“Chest. *Ow!* he hit me, REALLY hard round the chest with this metal beam of sorts.” Everyone else frowned and helped pick Will up, but it was a struggle. After about two minutes of trying, she finally got to her feet and started to limp out of the locker rooms flanked by her friends. She said, “Thanks guys, but we need to get back to class now. Me and Corny will meet up with you at the Silver Dragon later.”
They parted ways but as they walked in different directions the last thing Irma, Taranee and Hay-Lin heard from the others was, “I don’t care how much pain you are in, call me Corny one more time and I’ll hit you in the chest way harder than this ‘Shagon’ did!” They all giggled at Cornelia’s caution as they walked away.
Heatherfield. Six o’clock. Matt is sitting alone in his bedroom feeding his pet dormouse.
“Take it easy Mr. Huggles! Are you a dormouse or a dormoose?” he laughed hand feeding a handful of mouse treats when Will appeared and waved at his window. Smiling, he opened it and leapt out. “Hey! I was just thinking about thinking about you!”
Mr. Huggles, placed a top Matt’s shoulder, started to get restless and scatty. It ran all around Matt’s head and stayed unsettled. “Ow! Mr. H what is your damage?” he asked in between trying to catch him. “I don’t know why he’s acting like thi- Ow!” Mr Huggles, after proceeding to scratch almost every inch of Matt’s face, leapt to the ground.
“No apologies necessary, dear friend.” Will stepped back from Matt and slowly transformed, revealing the tall, muscular structure of the one of the mask.
“Wh-who are you?” stuttered Matt, edging backwards until he retreated into a wall.
The one of the mask encroached on him “I am Shagon. Angel of malice. I am here to extract vengeance for an old friend of mine. You may know of… Nerissa…?”
“N-Nerissa? She sent you?” Matt asked.
“Of a sort, yes.” Shagon replied. Petrified as he was, Matt looked from side to side assessing possible escape routes, but was too late. Shagon was too close now and as Matt tried to duck underneath him Shagon simply put an arm out retraining him. Shagon threw him swiftly into the wall with ease, knocking him unconscious. Shagon picks up Matt’s lifeless body and flies away, back to the cave where his comrades await.
When Matt awoke, he found himself inside an energized cell similar to the ones that are used to contain the likes of Phobos and Cedric. He stumbled to his feet and looked all around. In his sights, other than the bright electric blue glow of the bars, were just white ash coloured rocks incasing him in his cell.
Then, a familiar face appeared from outside flanked by others he did not recognize.
“Ah! You’re awake!” Shagon smirked, “My apologies for the abrupt kidnapping but I was hardly going to send you a letter of notice was I?”
“Who are you?” Matt demanded, “What do you want with me?”
Shagon chuckled and ambled over to the cell where Matt stood. As he ambled, he said, “I want a lot of things; vengeance, great power… When he reached the cell he leaned in close to the bars and said, “I want your girlfriend!” he turned around and faced the exit to the cave “More importantly, I want her power, the Guardians negativity and the power of the Heart could make me more powerful than ever. Along with feeding my dear friends here, of course.”
Matt groaned in rage. Shagon continued, “Oh how rude of me!” he walked over to the others “Allow me to introduce Tridart, Ember and Kor. We are Nerissa’s Knights of Vengeance!”
“Nerissa? But how did she send you?”
“Right before your Guardian friends laid waste to our mistress she managed to summon all her last energy into creating us, we are the beings of Nerissa’s power, and we shall use it to bring destruction upon those who which our mistress despised.
Starting with yours friends…
Heatherfield. The Silver Dragon. Half-Past Four. The girls had just finished explaining what had happened to Will previously that day to Yan-Lin. All of them were seated in the basement except Yan-Lin who was busy doing laundry while listening to the recall of events.
“…so that’s when I woke up.” Will finished and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Hmm, you had a vision about an attacker whom threatened your mother and yourself?” Yan-Lin asked. Will answered, “Yeah that pretty much sums it up.”
“And you did not recognize said attacker at all?” Yan-Lin continued. She put down her laundry basket and sat on a bench next to Will and Irma. Will answered, “No, he went by the name of Shagon and he talked about Matt a lot.” She clutched her chest hard in pain, Taranee and Cornelia went over and put a hand on her shoulder in concern. “He hit me in the chest and I really felt it...”
Taranee said, “Like a proper Guardian fight! I’ve never come out without a sprained ankle, a burn, a bruise…” Hay-Lin nudged her in the arm smiling and continued her with, “…a headache, a limp, a wound…” Irma followed with “That’s it, tomorrow I’m asking the Oracle for a raise!” all in the room giggled, even Yan-Lin! “Okay, I digress.” Said Irma in between laughs “Hay-Lin, why don’t you show that thing we think caused this all?”
“Oh yeah!” Hay-Lin walked over to her Grandmother who stood up. As she leaned over and the symbol came into view Yan-Lin’s eyes grew narrow. She thought for a moment, puzzled. Then, her eyes grew wide and her legs weak. She gasped and shook violently…
Hearing came back first.
“Grandma!” yelled Hay-Lin in panic. The girls were crowded around Yan-Lin. When her sight returned, albeit blurry, she began to sit up as much as she could with the help of Hay-Lin and Irma.
“Mrs. Lin are you alright? What happened?” asked Taranee when she got to her feet.
“Ugh…It-it’s th-that sy-symbol…” Yan-Lin stammered being seated on a bench. “That, is the talisman of Aljerax. Yan-Lin began to tell another one of her short explanation-like stories…
Long ago, an evil tyrant ruled over the kingdom of Alscazbar. His rule was just as brutal and cruel to that of Phobos’, but the ruler named King Yernest was the Heart of his world, making him even more powerful.
A young rebel, tired of serving under Yernest, escaped through a portal into Meridian where he went in search of The Mage for guidance. After many a moon of trekking through forests and scaling mountains, he came to the where the mage resided.
“This is a talisman I have forged out of therbite and bloodstone. Should the former or present bearer of any worlds Heart come into sight of this very talisman, it will render them forever lifeless.” She held out a palm-sized black talisman with a green diamond in the middle and a circular red symbol in the center. “Even at the sight of this center symbol will send any former or present Heart bearer into a lifeless state. It may be used in the future to aid evil.”
Despite The Mage’s caution, he took the symbol and returned to his world. Gathering an army of over a thousand men, he laid siege to the castle and found his way into the tyrants chamber…
“How dare you enter my sights you adolescent worm!” Yernest yelled, “You shall die by my hand immediately!” Yernest charged a beam of dark energy but before he could use it, the young rebel shone the talisman in the direction of the tyrant who shrieked in pain at the sight and fell to the ground clutching his chest and choking in agony. There, he died.
Once Alscazbar was liberated the talisman was locked away in the depths of the palaces catacombs. The talisman has never seen the light of day, but documents, drawings and clay models of the talisman and symbol were created. Nerissa could not lay a gaze on the symbol so Cassidy, Halinor, Kadma and I threw all documents including the talisman itself into the volcano of Scalzebar, hoping that the need for it may never return…”
Silence. A minute later, no doubt, Irma was the first to break the silence, “So…Heart bearer kryptonite?”
“But how did it end up in my history class?” asked Will. Cornelia responded, “Yeah, and how come you got all dizzy when you saw it Mrs. Lin?”
“The second one is simple,” Yan-Lin answered, “When Nerissa killed Cassidy the Heart had no bearer. The Oracle said that a new generation had to be chosen and that I was the one entrusted with keeping the Heart safe and secure before you received it Will. I believe that just the fortitude of it given to me to keep safe was enough for it to take effect. The first, however, is unknown to me. I sense this is not a pure coincidence, but I can’t aid you any further with your questions.”
Will stood up. Walked around and faced away from the others. “Then let’s go find some answers.” She feels around her neck and then frantically in her pockets. She spins round to the others and exclaims, “The Heart! It’s gone!”

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Chapter Three: When Adversaries Collide
Heatherfield. Just after Will collapsed. Professor Sylla watched on as the girl fell off her chair and landed unconscious on the floor. Staring at her lifeless body, he had to restrain himself from smirking. “Result.” he whispered under his breath. All the students were crowded round close to Will. “Now for the tricky part, it’s time to play nice.” he thought, but said aloud, “Erm, alright kids, give the girl room to breathe.” The crowds backed away and Sylla approached thinking, “Okay, she keeps this thing on her all the time…if I were a crystal where would I be…?”
He knelt down next to Will and pretended to care for her. Slyly, he padded her pockets to see if it was in there but to no avail. “Blast!” he thought.
Cornelia was kneeling down next to Will too despite Sylla trying to get her to back off. “It’s going to be harder if I don’t shake Cornelia.” he thought. Pretending to feel for a pulse, he felt a piece of string on the back of Will’s neck. “Bingo!” He slipped a tiny blade he hid under his shirtsleeve and cut the string. Nobody around seemed to notice. He slowly brought the jewel up to his sleeve and tucked it inside. He was pretending to rest her neck, which fooled the students and Cornelia…somehow…
Just as Irma, Taranee and Hay-Lin burst through the classroom doors he managed to slip the crystal inside his shirt. He breathed a subtle sigh of relief. “Too easy…”
Back in the present at the Silver Dragon. “…The Heart! It’s gone!”
“What?!” exclaimed everyone. They all looked about the ground to see if they could spot it. “But it can’t be gone. Are you sure?” asked Hay-Lin as she was throwing everything out of Will’s backpack. Will answered, “Sure as sure! It’s not round my neck where I keep it…” she padded her jacket and trouser pockets too. “…it’s not anywhere else either!”
“Okay, this is bad; this is very, very bad!” Taranee repeated countless times as did the others.
“Mrs. Lin what do we do?” asked Will pacing up and down the room in a panic. Yan-Lin sighed and replied, “Nothing my child. All we can do is hope that it shall appear soon.”
“We can’t just stop looking!” interjected a frantic Hay-Lin. “And how are you so calm? This is serious!”
“I know that granddaughter but panic gets you nowhere. The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it.”
Everyone glared at each other uncertainly. The Heart is more valuable than you could possibly imagine, and without it everyone, every world and everything could be in jeopardy.
Mrs. Lin wasn’t calm at all. Trying to remain levelheaded she said, “I will prepare dinner. You all can stay if you choose too.”
“Thanks Mrs. Lin.” Smiled Taranee “Who knows, you might remember where you lost it Will.”
Seven o’clock. Even after agreeing to stay for dinner, no one’s mind was of the Heart of Kandrakar. Will, Irma, Taranee and Cornelia left the Silver Dragon and headed home. They took a shortcut through the junkyard.
“Maybe you left it at home Will?” suggested Taranee.
“Maybe…” Seeing Will was upset Irma put a hand round her shoulder and went, “Hey! Cheer up; it’s not your fault it’s lost. It could have happened to anyone!”
Will threw Irma’s hand of her shoulder. ”But it didn’t did it?” she snapped, “It was me. The one person entrusted with the Heart lost the darned thing! I didn’t even lose it in battle, no! I dropped it. HOW COULD I BE SO CARELESS?”
Will started weeping but it was short lived when Hay-Lin looked up towards the sky. “Err, guys?” she whispered, “We got company!”
Eyes to the sky everyone saw three figures descending which then hovered in a half circle above them.
“Wh-Who are you?” scared, Taranee asked.
“Greetings, Guardians. I am Shagon; this is Tridart and Ember. We are Nerissa’s Knights of Vengeance!””
“Nerissa? But-” cutting Irma off, Will interrupted “Shagon! You’re the one from my dream!”
Shagon looked to the others flanked to the left and right of him and chuckled. “Looks like the seeds have been planted and have grown into a prickly bouquet of thorns… those thorns that have been a pain in the side of Nerissa for far too long… but that bouquet is about to be picked and obliterated once and for all! Ha ha!” He fired an open blast towards the group of huddled girls who scattered and fled underneath a rusty car.
“Nerissa? But she took a dirt nap a while ago!” Irma exclaimed between pants for breath.
“Nerissa perished, yes - and we are the results of her power. She created us as her last thralls and we seek revenge on those who destroyed our Mistress!”
Taranee emerged and threw a fireball at Tridart who simple knocked it off balance. “Please.” He jeered, “There is enough fear in this junkyard that no amount of your pathetic fire can harm me!” Swooping through the air he created a heavy rainfall of icicles that made Taranee flee back underneath the rusty car. “Are you alright Taranee?” asked Cornelia “Yeah,” Taranee replied “I’m fine, but we need to get out of here now!”
Taranee was the first to move out but was immediately targeted by Tridart. He threw a stream of ice towards her and even though she melted some of it, the remainder sent her to the floor. Cornelia shot some vines from the ground of which entangled Tridart but Ember swung her axe to release him. She then threw a mound of lava-fire towards Cornelia but Irma cooled it just in time. Shagon approached closer to Irma. “Stay away from her!” Will yelled.
Shagon jeered, “The way I stayed away from Matt?”
“Matt?!” Will was suddenly speechless but managed to continue, “Have you hurt him?”
Shagon snarled, “How much would you hate me if I had?” Will charged up an immense amount of electricity and yelled, “You’re about to find out!” She threw the bolt, but Shagon was more powerful now since he feeds on hate. “Has your dream taut you nothing you foolish child?” he asked scornfully. “I am a being of pure hate! Which means your puny attack like that… can make me do a powerful attack like this!” He charged up a huge blast and fired it where Will and her friends were gathered. It hit almost perfectly and sent them flying backwards in all directions until they collided into something forcefully. Lying battered on the ground, the Knights approached. As Ember set up a charge aimed directly at Taranee and Irma, Shagon pulled her hand down to stop her.
“Let us return to Kor, leave these pieces of garbage to fight another day.” Shagon jeered as he walked away.
Ember exclaimed, “But the Guardians are out powered! We could finish them now with ease!”
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Shagon replied with a devilish chuckle as he took off into the night sky followed closely by Tridart and Ember.
Elsewhere in Heatherfield, Professor Sylla sat in his apartment office throwing crumpled up pieces of paper into the waste paper bin. He was debating what action to take next. He had the Heart, but what to do with it? Medina and McTiennan told him to wait for the call; he had been waiting for over three hours now, but he didn’t wait much longer.
The phone rang and Sylla answered on the second ring.
“Sylla here,” he said whilst crumpling another piece of paper. “is that you Joel?”
The man on the other end answered, “Yeah, sorry you had to wait so long for the call but Medina and I had to look over a ton of paperwork and-” The woman, Medina, who was standing next to him interjected, “How’d it go Ralph?”
“Like a dream!” Sylla answered “Not only did the picture work to perfection, she didn’t suspect a thing and…! Wait for it… I got the jewel!”
“You’re kidding Ralph!” Joel exclaimed ecstatically. In fact he was so ecstatic he jumped high in the air and hugged his partner, but realizing the awkwardness of that moment they swiftly became serious again.
“How do we proceed from here?” Sylla asked, “Sooner or later the girls are gunna start asking questions…”
“Just play with it as it flies Ralph!” Joel casually responded, “We got what we needed most so now we are the one’s one step ahead!”
“Okay, I’ll keep you up to speed. Bye Joel, Maria.”
“Bye Ralph.”
The next morning the girls met up in one of the halls together before school started. “So he just swooped down from the sky and attacked you?” asked Hay-Lin “Yeah!” replied Will “The guy from my dream…Shagon or something like that.”
“And to top it off, they just flew away. I mean they were totally winning and they just bailed.” added Taranee
“Do you think the dream was like a prophecy or something?” asked Irma
“I don’t think so,” Cornelia responded “It’s just too much of a coincidence all of this happening at once. First, Will passes out in class at the sight of an ancient, and thought to be destroyed, otherworldly magic symbol. Second, the exact same character from Will’s dream attacks us that very night; and at the exact same time, the Heart of Kandrakar goes missing! Call it maturity, Guardian instinct or whatever; I think it’s deeper than that.
Everyone stared blankly at Cornelia for a while. “My gosh she’s done it.” Irma exclaimed, “She actually has put two and two together and I think she’s done it! Good job Corny!”
"DON'T CALL ME- Never mind."
Irma wasn't finished. "Girl, I gotta hand it to you. You're really getting control of your temper. Pretty soon I'll be able to call you Corn Muffin or Corn Flake! Or maybe even-" Before she could finish, a vine grabbed Irma and covered her mouth.
Cornelia grinned at the furious Irma. "Here's the deal. You drop it, and the plant drops YOU!"
Sensing a tragic hallway flood in the making, Will and Hay Lin jumped between their friends. "Stop it now you guys." Will said.
Cornelia released Irma, who immediately formed a large ball of water but didn't throw it. After a few seconds, she too backed down and sent the water down a nearby drain. She offered Cornelia her hand. "Peace?" As Cornelia went to shake hands, Irma pointed at Cornelia and sent a small blast of water that drenched her.
“Oh, you are so dea-” Hay-lin put a hand covering her mouth and shhh’d her. “We have bigger problems to worry about.”
“Yeah.” Will responded “If Cornelia’s right, first time for everything, and that everything is linked, then we need to find out where that symbol came from. The Hearts not at home so it’s probably lost around school, let’s make finding that the top priority.”
After searching all morning to no avail, they called of the search until lunch. First period left Will and Cornelia in Calculus and Taranee, Irma and Hay-lin in computer sciences… with Professor Sylla…
Sylla is in his classroom talking on the phone. “Yes, I know that now…” he was saying.
The man on the other end replied, “I’m glad… look, anyway, what have you got planned?”
“Nothing yet Joel” he said, “I just wanna let the heat die down for a day or so… agreed?”
“I guess so,” Joel replied, “we can’t move too slowly though…”
The three girls walk to his classroom about five minutes early courtesy of Taranee nagging them not to be late. They hear some murmuring coming from inside. “Who do you think it is?” asked Irma. “His girlfriend?” they quietly snicker at the thought.
“Imagine if Sylla was engaged!” Taranee whispered, “Every girl on campus would burst into tears!”
“I WOULD BURST INTO TEARS!” Irma quietly exclaimed and crossed her arms in childish annoyance.
“Wouldn’t hurt to know, would it?” Hay-lin asked rhetorically as she already had her ear pressed against the door. She could hear surprising well thanks to her Guardian-like hearing, even though she could only hear one side of the conversation, that was enough…
“So how’s going back to school, Professor?” Joel laughed, “Met any teachers yet?”
“Ha ha, no… but being a teacher is seriously tough,” Sylla replied “Heck, I’m surprised my covers not been blown yet! These kids know more than I know!”
“Just keep up the act long enough to get all we need…” Joel replied
“Yeah, I heard it all before. Hey, put Medina on would ya?” he heard sounds of the phone being handed over “Hey small fry, how’s it going back at the agency?”
“Not bad, the jewel you gave us is not like anything I’ve ever seen before…” she said
“Really?” he asked, confused “How?”
“Well every time we touch it, it’s sends out a little electric shock to us!” she exclaimed
Sylla laughed and said, “Looks like not every Heart is loving! Ha ha!”
They both laughed for a moment, then Sylla continued, “I’ll be back at Interpol soon, right now I have to grade test papers!”
“Joy.” Medina quipped.
Hay-lin pulled away from the door startled. The girls were planning to make jokes on whoever Sylla’s lucky lady was, but seeing Hay-lin’s expression changed their minds.
“Wh-what is it?” asked Taranee nervously . Hay-lin recalled the conversation she heard. She told them how he was talking to Medina, about how he hasn’t managed to ‘blow his cover’ yet, Interpol, the Heart, everything. By this time all the other students had gathered to Sylla’s class. Taranee, Irma and Hay-lin all stood there stunned.
Taranee said “You don’t think that-” Sylla stepped out of the classroom making the three girls shriek from shock.
“Glad to see you too girls!” he laughed “C’mon, everybody inside, Knickerbocker will have my head for starting late!”
Nervously, they entered. All lesson they kept a sly eye on Sylla yet didn’t notice he was keeping one on them too. As soon as class ended for the morning, they ran straight to Will and Cornelia to relay what they heard.
“… that explains everything” Will was finishing “Heart’s gone just as I black out in SYLLA’S class, that slimy no-good son of a-”
“What do we do now?” asked Cornelia as she was getting her books out for her next class. Inside she knew everything pieced together but she really didn’t want Sylla as a villain; she shared the same interest in him as almost every girl around Sheffield did.
Irma replied, “Interpol. Plain and simple. We go there and see if we can confirm what Hay-lin heard. Besides, if he is this secret agent there is every chance that’s where the Heart is.”
“I second,” said Will “If that creep is behind all this then I’m going to personally give him a piece of my mind.”
The bell went signifying the end of recess. “Meet you guys at the Dragon after school,” Hay-lin said as she turned to walk away. “what do we have T?”
“Drama. See you later guys!” Taranee replied. With that, they walked off to class.

Let me know when to post more!

I have always wondered this about the Heart of Kandrakar, and the Heart of Meridian (the one Nerissa had in the series the one she trapped Elyon inside of) Nerissa had the ability to transport the Heart of Meridian from someone if they took it from her, like when Caleb took it from her in 'O is for Obedience' it beamed out of his hand back to Nerissa, now why couldn't Will do that with the Heart of Kandrakar if someone took it without her wanting them to? Make since? Anyway this is great I love the story so far place continue!!!

To answer your question, you're right! In season one, people could take the Heart by force. But in season two they couldn't. I guess it made it a bit more interesting for W.I.T.C.H and Nerissa, don't ya think? Anyway, here's some more!

Chapter Four: The Daunting Truth
Outside Interpol. Quarter past seven. After having an early dinner they girls make their way down to Interpol. “Sooo, how’s this going to work then?” asked Irma.
“Yeah,” responded Cornelia “we can’t just walk in and say “excuse me, we believe our teacher Professor Sylla, is evil… where’s his office?””
“If that’s even his name.” Will growled, and then said, “He’s the deal: We sneak in; find hiding places and remain put until nine, most people shall be gone by then; and do some good ol’ fashioned snooping, agreed?”
After receiving nods from everyone, they entered…
Sneaking inside seemed to be a doddle. They all paired of and found hiding places; Irma found a cramped broom closet, to that Cornelia said, “Nooo way! It is disgusting in there! Besides, there’s no room.”
“We’ll make room!” Irma said with evil contempt. She removed a storage trolley and pushed Cornelia inside, shutting the door so she could not get out. After moving the trolley into a storage room, she returned to Cornelia. As she opened the door an old dirty cleaner bag telekinetically flew out making Irma duck. “What are you doing!” Irma hissed quietly as not to cause any alarm for anyone nearby.
“I am NOT sharing space with a filthy vacuum cleaner bag.” Cornelia stated as she moved it telekinetically through the air. “What kind of sicko keeps these things anyway?”
Irma quickly walked inside and shut the door. “Stop telekinetiking! You’re going to get us caught!”
During this, Hay-lin and Will find space to hide in a storage room, and Taranee in the bathrooms. They sleep away the time before being woken telepathically by Taranee at half nine. They all awoke in surprise, but Cornelia and Irma soon got over it. “Move over!” Cornelia quietly ordered.
Irma retorted, “You’re so telekinetic, why don’t you move me over!”
Everyone rendezvoused in the hall outside the bathrooms to discuss plans. Cornelia couldn’t keep focused as she was moaning about her dress being ruined by dust and ink stains, much to the annoyance of everybody else.
“Okay, I think the coast should be clear by now.” Will said, “Everyone split up and look for clues but keep in contact through Taranee.”
As they walked out of the bathroom Irma asked, “Why do I feel like I’m in a Scooby-Doo episode?”
After twenty minutes, they had nothing. They searched every office for a nametag or some sort of identification but came up with nothing. It was only then when Taranee found just what they were looking for…
“*gasp!* You guys, come quick!” she telepathically exclaimed. After telling them her location she revealed what she had found, a laptop with the nametag ‘R.Sylla.’ on the top.
“Open it up T! C’mon!” nagged Irma, who was echoed by everyone else. Taranee opened it up only to find it password blocked. “So much for that idea…” sighed Hay-lin.
A huge smirk grew on Will’s face. “I think I found a solution…” she placed her hand on top of the laptop and whispered, “Quintessence.” A spark came from her fingertips and travelled straight down into the laptop. “Hey you, what’s your name?” she asked.
After a moment, the laptop replied with a deep sigh and an over-posh accent and said, “If you must know, my name is Richard. This is not your property so we have nothing more to say to each other.
Will was angry. "Now hold on you pompous cheap pile of spare parts! I'm the one who gave you life! Don't you owe me a little something for that?"
It sighed once more. “Very well, what is it you ask of me?”
“Just the password.” replied Will.
Richard stated, “Again, this is not your property so I do not have the authority to reveal that.”
Will was even angrier now; Richard was really starting to test her. Therefore, she decided to threaten him, “Oh really now! Well my friend here…” she pointed to Irma “has a certain way with water, so unless you want to end up with your circuit boards flooded I suggest you co-operate!”
After seeing Irma form a ball of water and aim it at him, Richard was sufficiently persuaded to agree. In no time, they were inside Sylla’s computer and went straight to his files. There were folders and documents on the girls themselves and they browsed in awe for a good two minutes. “So it’s true. That creep has been spying on us for weeks now!” Irma exclaimed.
Will added, “The no-good moron stole the Heart too!”
They continued browsing for more minutes until they found a file named ‘TEST: VANDOM’ and oblivious to what it contained they clicked on it anyway. “Oh my gosh!” Irma exclaimed “It’s that symbol again!” All eyes went to Will who after squinting at the symbol for a few moments was struggling to keep on her feet. “Not again…” she murmured, but before anyone could help her, Sylla came bursting through the door and yelled, “What do you think you five are doing here?” Will collapsed to the floor holding her head and chest in pain. The last thing she heard was the girls chorusing each other by shouting her name.
Sylla took one brief look at Will on the floor and the symbol on his screen and tried to make a run for it Hay-lin blew the door closed and held it shut. “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere slime-bag!” hissed Taranee. “Besides, there’s five of us and one of you, we’d catch you in seconds.”
Realizing Taranee was right Sylla backed away from the door. He coldly and sinisterly corrected Taranee by saying, “Actually, there’s only four of you.” They all gave him a steel glance but returned their attention to Will.
They all huddled round her, even Sylla just to make sure she was still breathing. This symbol had left her alive once before, they didn’t know if they could be that lucky twice...
Will was out-cold. She was floating through this endless black dreamscape letting memories and visions float around her until one settled and surged into focus…

“Will! I’m sorry!” Hay-lin was apologizing for letting Will, who was spitting out a mouthful of snow, fall off her ski’s and lose a race to her ‘nemesis’ Sandra. “There was this cute little bunny and this big mean-” all of a sudden, the ground began to shake and a twenty foot tall, green scaled lizard with huge, dark black eyes, a blonde mane and sharp daggers for teeth emerged out of the snow with an earthshattering “ROOOOAAAAARRRRRR!” Hay-lin gulped, wishing she hadn’t spoken to soon, and continues with a quiet shiver, “Well, not that big and mean.”
Already transformed from ‘bending the rules slightly in their favor’ for a ski race, two of the five guardians prepare for battle. “What’s Cedric doing here?” asks Will with a yell. Cedric swings his ginormous tail forcing the two girls to lunge out of the way.
Hay-lin flies into the air, creates a mini tornado, and aims it at Cedric. Although it knocks him slightly off balance, no real harm was done. Cedric retaliates by picking up a large mound of snow and throwing it at Hay-lin, engulfing her. Will picks up one of her ski’s and flies up to head-height with Cedric. She got her target shot directly at the back of his head and although he flinches, again no harm was done.
“It is as Phobos said,” Cedric hisses in his trademark snake-like manner. “Apart you are all weaker!” he swings his fist and sends Will flying full-speed into a nearby tree. The point of impact winds her and sends her to the ground. Hay-lin rushes to recover Will as Cedric advances, so she puts all her strength into once massive tornado, hurdling Cedric a good distance and damaging him even more… but he wasn’t down for long. Will is up now and uses the Heart to flash a blinding light at Cedric. Hay-lin flies up and powerfully roundhouse kicks his jaw. “Oh, you will pay for that!” he hisses. Pay she does. Cedric uses his tail as a battering ram and launches her to the ground at his feet. He approaches. Seeing this, Will runs up behind him and jumps onto his back, clutching to his hair. He does another loud “ROOOAAAHHH!” not in pain but in annoyance.
“I admire their relentlessness…” he thinks to himself “it is a battle they are out powered but yet they pursue… their heart is second to none, but no matter…” he throws Will down like he was throwing away an old drinks can, and she hurtles to where Hay-lin was laying, battered.
Hay-lin raises her head and murmurs “Oh dear…” not only was Cedric slithering slowly towards them but Principal Knickerbocker and the rest of the student body were walking over towards their location. They much have spotted Cedric by now; he’s too big to miss, but they come nevertheless.
“What?” asks Will, holding her head? Hay-lin just points at the students coming their way. When they look back, they see Cedric swinging his tail towards them. They fly out of the way just as he throws another punch that they narrowly escape. He swings again and as they dodge Will asks in panic “Okay, what’s the biggest problem: Half of Sheffield seeing us as Guardians, or Mr. Freak-the-Salamander!?”
Saying this distracts her longer enough for Cedric to perfectly target Will. He uses his arm to knock her to the ground, and then swings his tail at the tree that crashes down with great force and traps her leg. Will screams in agony countless times.
Suddenly, a gigantic bird swoops down from the ski and shoots countless beams at Cedric, making him roar in pain. As the shots burn through his skin almost like acid, he’s forced to retreat by burrowing under the snow. Shagon looks to Will and devilishly says, “Couldn’t let him have all the fun!”
He walks up to her and shoots a beam, splitting the tree and freeing her damaged leg. “Give me the Heart Will!” he demands.
Principal Knickerbocker and the students were now at the battleground and all gasped in awe. “Oh my gosh!” the Principal yells, “What is going on here?”
Hay-lin flies full speed into Shagon and tackles him to the snow. “Principal Knicklebocker!” Hay-lin yells while grappling Shagon. “Get out of here now!”
Shagon shoots Hay-lin square in the chest that knocks her out completely. He then proceeds to shoot at the student body and the Principal making them cower further backwards.
Shagon picks up Hay-lin’s lifeless body and carries her towards a nearby cliff edge. He hovers ten feet high but the drop to the ground was at least a hundred feet fall on rocky boulders and ice. No one would survive the fall.
Everyone on the ground was yelling for her. Principal Knickerbocker actually made a brave attempt and charged at Shagon, but a blast at her feet made her regret that decision.
Will tried to fly in pursuit, but her leg was in too much agony. It was obviously broken. Shagon was only about fifteen feet away from her, but it proved too far as all she managed was a few three-second hovers above the ground before collapsing.
Shagon chuckles at Will’s failed attempts to attack and said, “It’s useless Guardian, you’re too weak and always have been…”
One of the students who was witnessing this, bravely throws a snowball that hit Shagon square on the side of the head. Shagon slowly turns his head and found the kid who was obviously regretting his courageous deed cowering behind Principal Knickerbocker. He throws a recovering Hay-lin to the ground by Will and growls, “You dare interfere you little-” Will grabs Shagon’s leg before he charges at the child.
Surprisingly enough, Shagon does not get angry or mad; he simply laughs and floats to the ground. “My, my…” he says between his laughs. Will is trying to regain her footing by using Shagon to pull her to her feet. “Our little heroine is very relentless isn’t she?”
Will stumbles to her feet in great pain, yet still tries to throw a punch at Shagon who effortlessly dodges. Shagon pushes her to the ground and she lands badly on her injured leg. Shagon had already let her live once, so knowing that now her time was up and she was too weak to retaliate, she just sits there, eyes tightly shut, waiting for the inevitable…
Shagon approaches. Takes one look at her and says, “No, I can’t bare to end this now… I miss the purity of your hatred… it’s so, addictive! Wouldn’t you agree?” after hearing this Will looks up at him; not in anger, not in gratitude no, in annoyance! “Wait,” she exclaims, “So…you’re letting me go,” the annoyance growing stronger, “AGAIN!”
“The game’s just, too much fun!” Shagon replies. With the help of a recovered yet still dazed Hay-lin, Will is pulled to her feet. “Not that much fun.” She murmurs. “And this can’t be what Nerissa would have wanted…” With the help of Hay-lin, she walks forwards towards Shagon and taunts, “What’s really going on here? Can’t finish what you started?!”
Shagon counters, “I’ll finish when I’m sated, and not a moment sooner! Just ask your boyfriend… oh wait. You can’t!”
“I don’t believe you.” Will says “If you’ve really hurt Matt, why show me any mercy?” she gasps with realization “*gasp* There’s good inside you!”
“Please,” he chuckles with a hint of nervousness” I’m so bad I hate myself.”
“You do don’t you!” another realization strikes Will and she let out a single defying laugh. The adrenaline was numbing the pain of her broken leg and she encroached, with the help of Hay-lin, on Shagon. As she slowly advanced on him she continued, “You don’t really hate any of us! Nerissa commanded you to attack, and you hate YOURSELF, for obeying her.”
“No…” he states unconvincingly. He retreats backwards and trips over a branch on the ground and falls to the floor. Will and Hay-lin were now standing above him.
“He doesn’t seem so big bad anymore!” Hay-lin mocks. Seeing Shagon’s whimpered -like stature it made her confidence grow. She almost lost her life to this man but taunts him nevertheless.
After seeing Shagon’s reactions to their talk today, she gained a glimmer of hope for his poor soul and it shows through in her voice. Taking a risk, she bends down towards him. “Compassion and mercy are more powerful than hate Shagon, I can teach you that.”
Determined to stay resilient and follow his orders he tries to drown out her voice by repeating Nerissa’s commands over in his head. Her voice still broke through. It pierced his cold, metal exterior and he almost wanted to believe what she was saying. If hate was his programming then why was he, not feeling love towards her, but something else... was it compassion? Or sympathy? Or mercy? As those thoughts played in his mind, another one started to trouble him; if the Guardians were the enemy, why was he still alive? Even though he’s only programmed by hate, maybe there are good people in the world. Maybe Will was one of them…
Even more nervous than before, he turns away from the two and determined to stick to his orders, he murmurs the words “You’re lying…”
Not hearing this, she continues with even more hope than before, “And you can help me find Matt!”
Actions speak louder than words. He needed to get his point across that he was the enemy, not a fellow to bargain with. He flies upwards and roars, “Noooooo!” he looked down on them and coldly yells, “The only Matt you’ll ever find is me! At Sheffield every day; reminding you that the real Matt is gone. Soon enough, you will learn to hate me again. But first, something to remember me by…”
Shagon charges up a beam and fires it directly at the damaged part of Will’s left leg. She screams in dire agony, slips off Hay-lin’s shoulders and falls to the ground.
He vision went faded and blurry. She could just see a tall dark figure standing in front of her, but as far as movement was concerned, everything seemed in slow motion. The same went for hearing. Every sound drawled out in an echoed manner. Her eyes closed and the last thing she heard other than her own screams was the faint, ear piercing cry of Hay-lin shouting for her, “Will!”…

Wow getting even better twisting and turning don't know what will happen next ...

Chapter Five: Backlash Actions

Zambala. In the forests, fires blazed high and stretched for miles. The dense purple jungle was polluted from rising smoke from the flames. Destruction could be seen in every direction.
“The fires are too close. Move!” yelled one of the Zambalan’s as he led a small group away from the heat of the destruction. The fires blazed higher and higher with no signs of decreasing and the heat was unbearable.
“Mama! I’m scared!” shrieked Bowbreaker, one of the younger Zambalan’s.
“Don’t worry my young one.” Comforted Ironwood, “It’ll all be over soon. Stay close.”
“*sniff* Yes mama…”
From in amongst the destruction, four figures resembling the Guardians walked from the flames. One resembling Taranee was shooting fire in all directions and laughing maniacally. Another set of trees fell as ‘Cornelia’ pushed them down with her bare hands!
The one resembling Taranee shot a stream of fire, separating the young Bowbreaker from the others. “Mama!” he shrieked.
“Bowbreaker!” Ironwood yelled back, then swatting ‘Taranee’ to the ground. “Attack! They are not invincible!” she ordered.
The others rose to the attack. As the one resembling Irma shot a stream of icicles at the one named Thornleaf who attempted to hit her to the ground but missed wildly. Then ‘Will’ shot a beam shattering the ground underneath his feet.
“Retreat my acorn; deep into the jungle. I will find you!” exclaimed Ironwood.
‘Will’ replied, “If, there is anything left to find!” and she signaled for ‘Cornelia’ to throw a huge boulder, knocking the rest of the Zambalan’s down like bowling pins.
As Bowbreaker hurried away he was stopped by ‘Taranee’ who made the fires into a burning circle, trapping him in its confines. Thornleaf tried to stumble to his feet and sadly said, “He has no choice but hibernation…”
Ironwood was busy swatting away ‘Cornelia’ and ‘Irma’ and exclaimed, “But he might never awaken!”
“It’s that or burn.” Thornleaf stated with sorrowful eyes. Ironwood turned to Bowbreaker. “Bowbreaker! Summon your armour of sleep!”
The fires encroached closer to him. Bowbreaker nodded and agreed, “Yes mama.” With that, he encased himself in an impenetrable steel-like acorn. ‘Will’ shot a beam at him without damaging results. “Nothing can harm him now.” One of the Zambalan’s stated.
Deciding they had had enough fun for one day, ‘Will’ said, “Guardians. Retreat to the quarry!” and as the fled, the others mourned over the inevitable loss of Bowbreaker…
Heatherfield. …Will woke up in a blind panic shrieking, yelling, and screaming at the top of her lungs. She clenched her left leg as pain shot through it. He vision was returning quickly but her hearing was still muffled. It took at least a full minute to reduce Will from ear-splitting shrieking to crying in agony. She tried to compose herself as much as she could when her hearing returned, and in between wails, she stuttered, “M-my, l-l-eg…”
“What about your leg?” Hay-lin asked in concern. They remembered that the consequences of Will’s dream continued to real life and so were scared for her.
Will continued. “C-Cedric was there… Sh-Shagon sh-… Shagon sho-” she couldn’t go on and held her leg tightly in her suffering.
It took no less than ten minutes for Will to calm down. She managed in great difficulty to sit up and prop her leg on a cushion. Taranee slowly rolled Will’s left trouser leg up exposing the damaged shin. But no damage could be seen.
“There’s nothing here Will.” Taranee said
“It sure feels like there is…” Will had her eyes closed to rest her head that was throbbing as well. “Cedric… at the ski trip, with you Hay-lin… he hit down a tree which trapped my leg … Shagon came… he demanded the Heart otherwise he was going to kill you… then he shot me in the-… shot me in the-” she bit her lip to stop from bursting into tears, but pointed down at her leg. As she slowly opened her eyes, she straightened herself up and growled, “What is he doing here?”
Eyes went to Sylla. “Yeah, what is he doing here?” asked Cornelia
Sylla tried to make a run for it but didn’t even get past the door handle as Taranee sent a spark of flame that set the metal alight and melted it. He cursed at the pain from his hand and sarcastically marveled, “A neat trick…”
Knowing he was outnumbered and knew most of what the girls are capable of, he thought it was in his best interest to reveal who he really was. “As you know, I work for Interpol. In the supernatural division, I have to prove the existence of ghosts, werewolves, monsters…and super-humans…” Therefore, he told his ‘tale of woe’, about how he was working with agents Medina and McTiennan - names everyone recognized from the investigation of Elyon’s disappearance. Then he told what he knew about the girls already; mentioning Telekinesis, Hydrokinesis, the ability to fly and he even described a portal, which made them cast a wary glance around at each other.
He then said how he was almost laughed out of the agency for thinking five teenage girls could have magical abilities; or even him saying magic in general existed was enough to have his colleagues break down laughing.
“As tragic as your tale of woe is…” Irma said yawning in boredom. Taranee continued for her, “What does this have to do with us.”
“I need evidence, plain and simple. I have no photographic proof… yet… but recently some interesting discoveries have come to the table, and more of them are the keys I need to prove my worth. All the fame and fortune would just be a glorious bonus…”
“This guy’s mad.” Irma telepathically said to the others.
“Definitely. I guess it’s the thought of fame…” Taranee replied. It’s clear Sylla did have a few screws loose of a toolbox, you could tell by his quirky mannerism. Yet his voice so calm and collected; and his thought-to-be personality so bubbly.
“Let’s just get the Heart and get out of here, okay?” Will grumbled out of tiredness and pain from her leg.
“Where is the Heart, Sylla?” Cornelia demanded for an answer, fed up with the whole ordeal.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sylla responded. At that very second, Sylla was thrust against the wall by a strong gale of wind, courtesy of Hay-lin. Papers and documents flew everywhere and the walls rattled vigorously. Sylla was scared. The gale grew stronger and crushed Sylla against the wall.
“Are you sure you don’t know what we’re talking about Professor?” asked Taranee
In the end, Sylla pleaded for the winds to stop. “Okay, okay…” he said “The jewel is here; just please make them stop!” Hay-lin made the winds vanished and Sylla dropped to the floor. “Witches…” he murmured in anger under his breath.
Hay-lin thought of another unanswered question and asked, “Wait, what did you mean when you said ‘recent discoveries’?”
Sylla straightened himself out and said, “Yesterday’s history class, of course!” Whilst giving an extremely devilish grin over towards Will - not noticing this was almost like sealing his own fate. Realizing what he implied Will suddenly snapped and summoned up what was left of her weakened power. It took all her strength but she managed to throw a HUGE charge of electricity into Sylla. “YOU JERK!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, not letting the electricity die down. “SO YOU ADMIT TO IT! THE SYMBOL WAS YOU!” Sylla cringed and the force of the shock lifted him into the air. Even the girls were screaming and begging to let him go. She kept it up and continued yelling, “DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU’VE PUT ME THROUGH YOU SELFISH WORM? ALL OF THIS IS PART OF YOUR LITTLE GAME OF DETECTIVE ISN’T IT YOU MAGGOT!”
Seeing this wasn’t in her nature to attack a defenseless human being, she tossed him aside and he landed with a great thump against the wall. Even Will was ashamed of what she did, even though she could justify her anger. She was dumbstruck of where that sudden rage came from. It definitely took it out of her for sure as she was struggling to breathe even more so than before.
Sylla was lying against a wall clutching his chest in pain and coughing. All the pain felt like he had been shocked with a thousand volts of pure electricity but not had the pleasure of death.
Will turned to the others and said, “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me…”
“Sylla came over you.” Irma replied. They looked over at Sylla in the corner and the same thought was running through everyone’s mind: “This is it. We’re in too deep now.”
“Alright guys, suggestions?” Taranee asked telepathically to avoid Sylla listening in. Sylla struggled to get back up, body still convulsing from the shock.
We have to do something; or heck, I’m going to end up in jail for assaulting our Professor!”
Will was right, Sylla was starting to stand so someone had to say or do something, and soon. As she was being carefully lifted to her feet, Will decided to speak up first…
“Here’s the deal: Right now, you’re going to give us the Heart back…” she sighed. In a way she wished she could run and forget this ever happened; but even if she could run, where would that get her? She continued, “I don’t know what happens then…” she frowned and thought the worst. Jail? Being revealed to the world? A test lab? She knew all these things came in the job description as a Guardian; but sadly, Sylla was proving tougher to deal with than any other creature from the other side of the veil.
Sylla rose to his to his feet. “I will give the Heart back. Not because I like or pity you, mainly because I’m scared of you!” he stared at Hay-lin, then back to Will. “I will also let you all go, for now. Even if I did want anything out of you immediately, I have to confer with my colleagues first. Now here’s my demand and it’s plain and simple: I keep an eye on you, you keep an eye on me. I will keep your secret on a need-to-know basis, as long as you keep calling me ‘Professor’.” The girls nodded and he led the way to the Heart. No one breathed a word on the way and despite Sylla’s enquiries when they reached the glass-encased Heart, they remained silent. Sylla’s curiosity was peaked but for the greater good, they left him awe-struck until another time.
After that, they left Interpol and headed home whilst discussing their time there as they walked. Will stopped by the Silver Dragon to borrow a pair of crutches from Hay-lin’s dad. How was she going to explain it to her mum? She hoped the side effects of the symbol were short-term like the pains in her chest, which were almost gone…

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Chapter Six: Glamoured and Framed

Will limped back to the Vandom’s apartment alone at eleven o’clock. She had been contemplating a foolproof excuse for the damage to her leg ever since they left Interpol; but her mother was no fool. She walked in the door to find her furious mother waiting for her; but that look of fury halted when she saw the crutches...
It was Saturday. The five girls were relaxing in their usual hangout, the Silver Dragon basement. “So what did you tell your mum Will?” asked Irma. Will was still on crutches and unable to walk, although the immediate pain was fading. “I told her I fell down some stairs, which she didn’t buy for a second.” Will replied.
“Do you think she’s suspecting anything…?” Hay-lin asked. All were wondering the same thing and were worried. Before she had time to reply, the Heart of Kandrakar started chiming and becoming restless. Will pulled it out from underneath her shirt and looked into it puzzled. What she saw was what looked like a burning forest. Yan-lin entered the basement, saw the girls crowded round the Heart and asked the problem. The Heart can always indicate when a fellow Guardian is in peril, when being summoned to Kandrakar or there is trouble, on either Earth or another dimension.
After looking into the Heart which was now showing along with the burning forest, a giant, wondering tree in distress, Yan-lin started to explain, “The world you are looking into I believe is Zambala.”
“Zambala, right!” Irma exclaimed, acting like a know-it-all, but countered herself by asking, “And, err, where’s that again?”
“Zambala: the purple planet. A peaceful and welcoming forest world. The inhabitants are the nature A living forest. King Maplestrong is the ruler. He is fair and kind like his subjects.”
“King Maplestrong, right!” Irma exclaimed again, “And, err, who’s that again?”
The Heart was ringing even louder than before now. Hay-lin retrieved the map shown to find portals and Will dangled the Heart above it. At the same time, they requested to find a portal to Zambala. After about three minutes, they got the results they wanted and a portal was located, sadly, down a sewer pipe on the east side of town.
Quarter of an hour later, they reached the drain which the portal was located. Luckily, the area was abandoned so Will transformed them without worry. She pulled out the Heart and yelled, “Guardians, UNITE!” and with a flash of light and sound they were Guardianed up. Cornelia gave numerous protests to the ‘sewer dive’, but as they had no choice they sufficiently persuaded her (by that Irma virtually pushed her down) and soon flew through the portal and arrived in Zambala.
“Wow!” exclaimed Will. Cornelia followed, “So… Zambala. Who knew there were this many shades of purple?”
Suddenly, a group of three very angry trees game running at them yelling, “The defilers! Seize them!”
The girls looked at each other in shock. “Wait! I thought Zambalan’s were peaceful and welcoming.” Taranee quoted.
Confused, and not wanting to fight an orchard, Will told everyone to fly into the jungle. When they landed another group of Zambalan’s ran into them and exclaimed, “They are everywhere! We have no choice!” and with that they armored themselves in steel-like acorns, the same one used to protect Bowbreaker.
Everyone was dumbstruck and said nothing to digest what just came about. Irma, no doubt, was the first to speak, “Okay, what just happened?”
Everyone looked to the acorns. Cornelia said, “So, did they not get the memo or…”
“Yeah,” Taranee continued, “what part about us being the good guys do they not understand?”
“The part where we’re trashing their jungle!” Will exclaimed as she looked at the oncoming destruction, the raging fires and the four characters resembling four of them heading their way whilst burning and destroying everything in their path. When the characters reached the girls, the three in the air flew down to ground level and the other ran to join his comrades.
Confused glares came from all around followed by numerous murmurs onto who the impersonators were. “*gasp* That looks like me!” and “Who are they?” were among those murmurs.
Will gave a cold stare right into the one resembling her. She got out the Heart and said scornfully, “I think I know who.” She held the Heart out and the four resembling them turned into no other than the four Knights of Vengeance.
When reverted to their old forms, Tridart jeered, “Dear me, we’ve been found out.”
“Who’s the fur ball?” whispered Cornelia to Irma, who shrugged her shoulders.
Shagon stretched out his wings and taunted, “How’s the leg? Wilma.” To that, Will just glared at him. Her leg’s not healed, but she decided it was for the best to leave the crutches back on the other side of the veil. She hoped she was strong enough to do without.
“Zambala, the perfect world to collect the perfect Heart!” said Ember “A few trees won’t stop us from collecting our prize, and neither will a few pests such as you… once we obliterate you once and for all! HA HA!” she opened fire by shooting a mound of lava directly at Hay-lin. Hay-lin was caught by surprise so she took the full blast of the attack that sent her to the ground. Cornelia shot some vines from the ground creating a cage around Shagon but he blasted threw in mere seconds. The brawl was on.
About two minutes in a large group of very angry trees marched into the battlegrounds, but were dumbstruck to see their supposed enemies already in the midst of a dire battle.
“Zambalan’s, help us! These are Ner-” Cornelia was struck to the ground mid-sentence by Shagon’s light beam.
The Zambalan’s were confused. They decided it was in their best interest to alert the King of this news, and to get his word on how to proceed. This was not their fight. Like cowards (or indeed very sensible wildlife), they retreated.
“So much for the help.” said Hay-lin who was going head to head with Kor as she finally recovered from the first attack. He jumped at her but using a mini tornado, she blew him away just in time. Ember and Taranee squared of as fire vs. fire. Both were evenly matched and got equal strikes at one another. Ember shot half a dozen fireballs and Taranee deflected them by creating a shield of flames.
Irma and Cornelia faced Tridart; the two on one approach seemed effective, Tridart was struggling, but his powers were boosted by all the fear and desperation collected from the residents of Zambala. The Zambalan’s were desperate to save the ones imprisoned in their acorn shell and were at fear for the jungle itself, so Tridart managed to hold his own on those grounds.
Will as usual faced Shagon. Her leg was proving more of a challenge to deal with than she expected. Shagon knew the pain she was in from it so instead of sending out full blasts to the chest or back, he seemed to be sending tiny pinpricks of energy at her leg. It was a challenge but she was managing to dodge almost all of them.
She shot another set of lightning bolts at him but she was finding it hard to summon up the strength.
“Little help here guys!” she pleaded through thought to the others.
Irma was busy fighting of a stream of icicles sent by Tridart. She looked over towards Will who was desperately in need of assistance. Miraculously, she thought of a plan and yelled, “Taranee, tag in to iceberg, I’ll take glow-worm! Corny, you take were-mouse and Hay-lin, help Will with dark angel! Move!”
Without even thinking about it, they followed Irma’s orders and it worked to perfection! Cornelia flew down away from Tridart and landed on the ground near Kor. She pushed her hands to the ground and exclaimed, “Earth!” making the ground underneath him shake and crumble. As Kor could not fly, it made him an easy target for Cornelia’s vines and earthquakes and he was sprawled on the ground in a matter of minutes.
Meanwhile, Taranee departed from Ember (after leaving a satisfactory round of fireballs to be remembered by) and left to find Tridart. He found her first and used a stream of ice to cover her wings. This forced her to stop in mid air. Sensing the inevitable drop to the ground, she quipped, “Oh this is special.” Luckily, she wasn’t too far from the ground and recovery was swift. She melted the ice off her wings and set out for revenge…
Irma was tackling Ember now. It wasn’t a challenge at all, despite Embers attempts to ensnare Irma with igneous blasts of lava. Irma could cool them in mere seconds. Seeing she was outmatched, Ember tried to escape into the jungle but Irma was in hot pursuit. She managed to speed up enough to cut in front of Ember and use a tsunami of water to push her back into the battlegrounds. Ember shrieked in pain. “What’s the matter?” Irma taunted as she made the tsunami into a powerful jet. “Baby don’t wanna bath!”
During this, Hay-lin and Will were in the air giving Shagon a run for his money. Hay-lin shot a huge gale of air that Shagon found hard to resist, and was thrown backwards to the ground. On the ground, when he recovered, he saw Cornelia still fighting of Kor. Making good use of the distraction, he shot a powerful beam that hit directly on her side, knocking her to the ground. “Cornelia!” yelled Irma as she turned round in time to see her fall. She flew over from Ember to her side. Seeing Shagon charge up a beam out of the corner of her eye, she formed a huge wave of water, engulfing him. When the attack died down he flew back upwards towards Will and Hay-lin. Taranee flew down Cornelia and Irma. “She’s out cold.” She stated, “We need to finish this.” She nodded to Irma and telepathically insisted they heard them together and keep them together, indicating that might make them an easier target.
Departing from Cornelia’s side, everyone bar Will went in search of their pray. Hay-lin decided to help the others herd up the Knights, seeing as they were one man down for a while. Irma found Ember quickly and used another giant blast of water to almost drown her and leave her washed up next to Kor; he had been unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of another one of Hay-lin’s tornados. Tridart was next to join them as Taranee, soon joined by Hay-lin, sent a combo attack of hot steam, choking Tridart. He fell to the ground almost suffocated next to his friends. Shagon was a different matter. When Irma went to help Will, he immediately shot a beam that winded her. Another one was enough to weaken her further and a third sent her falling. Luckily, Taranee and Hay-lin caught her before she hit the ground.
The battle in the sky was around a hundred and fifty feet up. Will’s aim was to knock Shagon to the forest floor but she struggled enough not being knocked there herself. She could see Shagon was toying with her, which aggravated her more. Shagon shot a beam that caught her directly at her damaged leg, making her scream in pain. What was she thinking coming to a battle not in fighting condition? The conscious pair on the ground were busy keeping the waking Knights at bay, and succeeding. They had to keep them on the ground and huddled together as long as possible.
Will thought to herself for a moment. She knew that she was too weak to knock Shagon to the ground and the others were already occupied or out cold. Shagon was too powerful. Then she thought to herself; what use is Shagon in the air when all the Guardians and his comrades are on the floor? He was too smart to follow her directly into the line of fire, especially when his friends are losing the battle… but if she could lure him to the ground…
On the ground Taranee, Hay-lin and the now recovered Irma were still fighting with the three Knights.
She knew what she had to do. She was scared, but she knew she had to take one for the team. She also knew it would hurt and should only be considered a last resort, but it seemed as if they were already fighting a losing battle. Will had to make it look convincing; the only way to do that was to take the hit for real. She had to lose her battle in order to win the war.
“Guys,” she thought to the others, “Don’t ask questions, but when I get to the ground, let them get a shot at you. Trust me on this one.”
She received several uncertain nods and then told Irma what to do after they all took a hit.
During this, she was sending small sparks of energy at Shagon; small because that was all she could muster. Shagon kept up the endless teases whilst aiming at her damaged leg.
Will laughed and taunted at Shagon, “Is that the best you can do?”
Shagon sent a blast a little more powerful, now aiming at her chest. “Please.” He replied, “These blasts are easier than taking candy from a baby!”
“Ha! You’re the only baby around here. Can’t bring yourself to attack can you? Pathetic!”
Her petty insults and teases were starting to get under the skin of Shagon. He shot an even more powerful blast now directly at Will’s chest. She groaned out of pain and even fell a few feet but flew straight back up to face Shagon yet again.
“Just face it Shagon,” Will devilishly yelled, “You’re scared. You say you have all this great power, but you don’t actually have the audacity to use it!” Shagon clenched his fists in annoyance. “You say you’ve hurt Matt, but I don’t believe you! You talk the talk, but you can’t walk the walk! I think you’re too much of a chicken to actu-”
The tedious comments frustrated Shagon so much that he over-reacted and sent a very powerful beam directly at Will. She knew the attack was coming; thinking quickly she twisted herself so her arms and side took the brunt of the impact. Nevertheless, that only carved a thin layer off the extent of the damage, meaning she didn’t fall unconscious… but fall she did…

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Chapter Seven: A Feat of Miracles

On the ground, Taranee was keeping an eye out for Will’s cue. As she sent a wave of fire at Ember she looked up and saw Will descending fast to the ground. “What is Will doing?” she thought to the others.
The others looked up from their current engagement and were stunned. “She’s crazy! She’ll never survive that drop!” Hay-lin exclaimed back.
Taranee thought for a moment and realized what Will might be thinking. She looked at the tree branches separating Will from the ground and hoped that it would be enough to keep her alive; she trusted her judgment.
Will was rapidly falling at great speeds. The distance to the ground was quickly closing in on her. She braced herself…
Impact.
Being a Guardian, they all took enough hits, knocks, drops and falls to learn a thing or two on how to take them. On that logic, she hoped she would survive. Hoped. Luckily, the tree branches broke her fall as much as they could but she didn’t come out unharmed. Will hit the ground with a tremendous *THUD!* which knocked the wind out of her completely, making it difficult to breathe. Her back took most of the fall making it impossible to stand at that moment but after doing a quick check, she concluded that no bones had been broken.
After seeing Will land beside them, the others (that were conscious) knew what they had to do. Ember sent a wave of boiling lava directly at Taranee. She could have indeed dodged it but she let the wave send her to the ground instead.
Kor tackled Irma directly to the ground and lifted his giant claw with malicious intent. Hay-lin threw a hurricane blast of air that sent him into a tree, then taking the full impact of one of Tridart’s patented icicle shower attacks. Although the three could have recovered in moments, they stayed put on the ground.
Cornelia was now recovering and stood to her feet. Seeing the others laid to waste on the ground she was in full swing to attack but Taranee managed to tell her the plan briefly just in time and she took a fireball courtesy of Ember directly to the back. Actually, she was distracted by Taranee and the fireball hit her anyway, but she stayed down unlike she would normally.
After looking at his supposed victory from above Shagon hovered to the ground and saw the bodies of all the Guardians piled up on the floor.
“Too easy…” he whispered to himself. The Knights joined and flanked Shagon and all began to gloat. They approached Will who was just starting to sit up. “Who’s scared now?” he taunted and the others joined him in a sinister cackle.
Ember bent down and clutched Will wrist tightly and jeered “Ha ha! I’ve waited for this since the day we met, Guardian!”
Will groaned out of pain and managed to sputter the words “Keep… waiting…”
With that, Irma flooded the ground around the Knights, soaking their ankles. Before any could react, Will took all of what was left in her and sent a charge of electricity down the water beneath them. Every Knight shrieked in pain, the force of the electricity made it impossible for any of them to move.
Ember was still tightly holding on to Will wrist so the electricity traveled through Ember and was constantly burning Will at the same time. Will screeched and cringed in agony as the volts passed through her. After about thirty seconds, she managed to finally call of the attack and all the Knights dropped to the ground. Will lay on the floor unconscious...
Hearing came back first…
Heatherfield. Eleven o’clock the previous day. Sylla stood in his office, staring dreamily out of the window in a world of his own. He was pondering and digesting exactly what had happen just minutes ago in that very office. He thought of however since magic had come into his life these past few months and how he had despised it, believing it was the work of pure evil.
“Evil sorceress scums…” he murmured under his breath, even though he was alone, in reference to the girls. He think began thinking of how in a way he should thank the ‘witches’ for how rich, famous and powerful he will become once the girls are locked away for good, and he is recognized at one of the ones who single-handedly proved the existence of witches and magical beings. Those thoughts played around in his mind until knock came at the door, alerting him back to reality.
“Come in.” he hollered. McTiennan and Medina walked through and immediately had giant grins on their faces, instantly knowing that good news was to proceed.
Sylla relayed the evening’s events to them, leaving them with awe-struck faces. When he got to the part about how he was attacked maliciously by Will and Hay-lin, they both fretted deep concern for him, but he shrugged them off saying the pain was short-term. Median herself couldn’t believe it. When she met the girls before she they all seemed harmless enough, but what can you expect from five malignant sorceresses?
The evening went by and they all laughed and joked together. After an hour or so had past, McTiennan finally reverted the conversation back to something serious and asked, “What now, we got all we need, do we book ‘em?”
Sylla stood and gazed out the window. “Not quite yet…” he murmured with a sinister tone. The others motioned for him to continue, so he did. “Remember back about two months ago when I described this weird mass of blue energy that the girls disappeared into?”
Medina and McTiennan nodded.
“Proving the existence of magic is one thing, but if I can take a camera through that thing and film what’s on the other side…” he hinted for someone to continue, which Medina did with a gracious smirk, “We won’t just be famous, we’ll be world-renowned!”
They all cheered for this new idea, congratulating Sylla for his good thinking once again. They then set about to work through the final details of their new ‘master plan’…
Zambala. Present time. Will heard the faint murmurs of what sounded like the Zambalan’s, along with her friends voices as well. When her eyesight finally returned she saw the tree that appeared in the Heart of Kandrakar standing over her.
“She awakens.” It said.
“She’s okay! Are you okay?” frantically asked Cornelia as she helped pull Will up to a sitting position. She looked around and saw a large temple along with the Zambalan’s that had tried to attack them earlier when they were dueling with the Knights. Will held her head and replied “I-I’m not sure. What happened?”
“The Guardians brought you to us after you defeated the defilers.” said King Maplestrong in the usual, ‘plural-tense’ royal manner, “Fear not. Your friends have explained themselves are at our mercy. They helped us free our loved ones that were trapped in the armour of sleep with the help of Kandrakar’s Heart.”
“Will looked herself up and down when Maplestrong said this, and noticed she was in human form along with her friends. The Heart had touched the steel-like acorns in sent a burst of Quintessence energy through it, which awakened the sleepy tree inside. By this logic, it must have taken them a goodly while to free all the trapped Zambalan’s, so Will asked, “Whoa, how long have I been out then?”
“About three hours.” Hay-lin casually replied. Will’s eyes grew wide in shock. She tried to remember what happened before she passed out, but all she could recall was a large drop to the forest floor… then nothing… She rubbed her back and found that there was almost no aching in it. Looking to Maplestrong in confusion, the King stated, “Zambalan doctors are universally renowned. We also have reason to believe your leg was giving you turmoil…?”
Will tried to move her leg and found it quite easy. With help from the others, she stood and tried to walk around on it; finding there was not merely as much pain as there was the previous day. She thanked the Zambalan’s dearly several times along with all the other Guardians for their healing and hospitality.
Soon after that though, they were ready to depart as the estimated that back on Earth it was almost dinnertime. With Will’s mother still on-edge about her daughter’s leg, they believed it was best if she was a little more careful for a while. Her mother had interrogated her countless times about missing curfew or disappearing without explanation. This was the first time she had appeared home with a serious injury with no justified explanation. ‘I fell down some stairs.’ What was she thinking? This made her mother suspicious, something with her kind of double life she could not have.
The King waved the staff containing the Heart and a portal formed directly into the basement of the Silver Dragon.
“Thank-you once again for everything you’ve done for us Your Majesty. We hope that the next time we meet will be on more pleasant terms.” said Taranee as the others started to enter the portal.
“You are always welcome in our kingdom now young Guardians. May peace be with you.” Maplestrong replied. When everyone had entered through, he closed the portal behind them.
Back in Heatherfield, the girls had returned from the portal and immediately, everyone chorused each other in interrogating Will about exactly had happened in Zambala.
“What were you thinking Will?” exclaimed Taranee. Everyone huddled round Will who was sitting on one of the cardboard box benches in the Silver Dragon basement. Will lowered her head in disappointment, souly in herself.
“Yeah, what was your mindset?” Irma began to mimic, “Hey, I have an idea! Let’s let a seven foot tall maniacal sociopath willingly shoot me to solid ground from a hundred feet up. It’ll be a laugh!”
Hay-lin chuckled at the joke, but seeing Will wasn’t impressed she asked in a soft, sincere tone, “Really though, what happened?”
Will looked up. “I got mad.” she whimpered, as if about to break down into tears. Cornelia put her arm round her and said, “Well, mad about what?” Cornelia knew the answer but wanted to hear it from Will herself.
“I guess I wasn’t thinking straight. Shagon has done something to Matt, he says so in my dreams; in our battles; he is dangling Matt in front of me on a string.” A tear released itself and trickled down her face, she composed herself though and continued, “Shagon wouldn’t have followed me to the ground while his little gang was losing their part in the fight. He also wouldn’t follow me while I was in good health. I guess it was a spur of the moment thing…”
“Yeah, a stupid one.” Irma teased.
“It worked, but you paid the price.” Cornelia stated. Hay-lin nodded and said, “Look on the bright side, the Knights didn’t get the Heart of Zambala; they left as soon as they recovered.”
“Actually, I don’t think they were after the Heart.” Taranee countered. Cornelia gestured for her to continue, so she did, “Why would the Knights go after the Heart but waste their time mindlessly attacking the forest? The Knights actually feed on our trauma, remember? I think it was dinner time for them, and our negativity was the main course.”
Hay-lin agreed. She backed up Taranee’s argument by saying, “Teedart - or whatever his name is - always boasts about his love for out desperation; I’ve heard Ember brag too about loving how miserable we are, or how desperate we are…”
“That explains Shagon then.” Cornelia said. She turned to Will. “He’s trying to get into your head. Using psychological warfare to get you to hate him.”
“Then he knew his stuff.” Will growled, clenching her fists in anger...

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Chapter Eight: The Thoughts of the Lost Souls

Meridian. Ten years ago. The devastation of the village was horrific. All around, shops had been looted, crops had been trampled, buildings turned to dust; the bodies of the townsfolk lay scattered in all directions on the floor. Two men in fine robes walked through the village, surveying the damage. One turned to the other with a stern look. “Cedric, I did not command the guards to launch a raid, what has become of this place?” asked Phobos.
“My liege, the cause is not known for sure.” Cedric replied whilst brushing the dust and dirt of his neatly woven tunic. “But I did speak with a surviving witness. He described the symbol the men wore as that of the Djessken tribe.”
“The Djessken tribe?” Phobos raised an eyebrow. “They’ve been peaceful for the last eight years, what in the name of all of Meridian do you believe has triggered this-”
He was cut off by the distant sounds of a child’s wail. Intrigued, the two men followed it to its source, past a row of decimated shacks and shanty’s. They walked through the mass of the destruction until they got to what used to be a normal peasant’s house. The front and sides had been destroyed and they struggled to stumble through the all the rubble without injury. The wails got increasingly louder when they got to the back corner of the house; a pile of stacked up wood covered with broken bricks. Phobos ordered Cedric to remove them and as he did, a figure of a small girl about three or four in age, emerged into view. She was holding her legs tightly in a crunched up ball and crying into her arms. She screamed when she saw the men standing above her, expecting death at any moment. Phobos put on his best fake smile and slowly motioned for the girl to calm herself. She did, and Phobos said, “Hello little one, my name is Phobos and this is Cedric. We’ll make sure that nobody harms you. Can you tell us your name?”
The girl seemed a little less scared but petrified nonetheless. “M…Miranda…” the child answered...
Friday. Heatherfield. Matt lay on his back in his cell. He’d had no contact from Will or any of the others for over a week now. His parents must be worried sick for him, but overhearing the murmurs of the Knights talking about and Alter mere of himself gave him some piece of mind. Many times he tried to escape, but he was launched into the rocks behind him even if he laid a finger on the energized bars. A few times, he attempted to make a run for it when he was brought food, but never made it ten feet out the cell before being thrown straight back in. He hoped Will and the girls were safe…
All the Knights were gathered around a campfire, eating something one of them had caught. “Phase one is almost complete master,” Ember was saying, “when shall it be accomplished?”
“Soon.” Shagon replied, “All I need is short engagement and the energy will be secure. Phase two is on the horizon…”
Tridart thought for a moment and suggested, “But master, if all you need is a small amount of data, wouldn’t it be best to obtain it as soon as possible? I agree that waiting for the Guardians to strike first gathers more of the required energy, but if only a small amount is needed…”
Shagon looked to his friend; loathe admitting he was correct. For once Shagon had let a valid idea slip his mind. He was usually more accurate than that.
“A valid statement Tridart! High marks to you.” Shagon congratulated with a touch of resentment “Sunset tonight I hunt on whichever Guardian I see fit. Perhaps the water Guardian, I never got a chance to thank her for our defeat on Zambala.” He took another bite out of the meat, but in the back of his mind he was still contemplating the meaning of the dream. Whenever Will went into the dreamscape of the symbol, he would view the same things Will was, almost like seeing through her eyes. He saw his diminished stature and was ashamed of what he had become. He should have done away with them there and then, ending this once and for all. He was pathetic! Shagon decided to avoid telling the other Knights about his feelings in regards of the dream, they would lose all the respect they have for him; he might even by killed for disobeying orders! Therefore, he kept that little secret to himself, the secret that for days now still gave him turmoil…
Sheffield Institute. Second Period History. Sylla sat at his desk at a loss. It had been almost a week since he spoke with the girls and plotted a new scheme to trail them to that weird mass of energy - a portal. He had done so, but so far, he had come up trumps. Even after a week of observing them, following them, spying on them, there had been interesting results. No sightings of a portal, no use of magic, not even an odd conversation to arouse his suspicions further. Nothing!
He considered that they might just be trying to be more cautious, which was likely after he had confessed his intentions to them if he found more evidence. He still regretted revealing said intentions but concluded that for his wellbeing, it was for the best. Sylla was not the type to give up without a fight and decided it was best to continue with the plans in motion, until he had some decent results to bring back to the agency. He stared over at Will and Cornelia who were busily working away at their history papers. He wondered how, what he thought were non-human witches, knew enough Earth history to pass tests. Well, almost all of them passed the tests…
Will sat at her desk at a loss. She was trying to write a paper on the American civil war, but she had totally forgotten to revise! That and she were too busy to revise. She gave a silent curse to Shagon and the Knights for keeping her so distracted lately. “History is sooo yesterday…” she thought to herself, then proceeding to quietly giggle at her own lame joke.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere:
“Number two is wrong and you misspelled Lincoln.”
Will looked around to find the cause of the voice, and identified the culprit as her calculator ‘Sammy’. She looked around nervously at the students, luckily not hearing him.
“Ugh. Not again…” she murmured, almost to herself.
Hearing this and kind of offended by the remark, Sammy countered, “If I had your grades, I think I’d be grateful for the help!”
She glared at it angrily. “Shut up! You are a calculator. This is a history test. When I need help, I’ll ask!” she quietly hissed back. Seemingly not as quiet as she had hoped, as a confused ‘Professor’ Sylla was sat there staring at her thinking “Who on Earth is she talking too?”
Will noticed his confused look and scornfully returned the stare, trying to intimidate him. It was working; Sylla began pretending to be busy marking other test papers. Despite his fear, inside he still wondered…
Later, Will was at dinner with her mother and Professor Collins, along with Irma and her family. A new restaurant had opened up in the center of town and being a food critic, Anna Lair could not wait to try it out, so she invited Susan and Dean along with Will to join them.
Will and Irma were giggling to each other whilst eating their spaghetti. They talked about the latest history test Will had, and she told Irma about her little ‘electronic friend’ chiming in half way through. “I can’t believe I got help on my civil war paper by a calculator!” Will giggled, with a touch of resentment “That’s like getting cooking advice from the flipping alarm clock!”
Shagon hovered above. “Ah, the water Guardian at last!” he thought to himself. “And who’s that with her, it can’t be… oh this is too perfect…” he landed on a block of tall office buildings and observed the two girls. He only planned on facing one today, but twice the Guardians is twice the fun! Therefore, Shagon decided to observe from the skyscraper, waiting like a hunter for the right time to strike.
Minutes later, Irma’s attention was caught to the sky. She saw movement far in the distance and squinted her eyes to add precision to her sight. “Hey Will…” she whispered to her friend.
“What?” Will replied whilst taking another mouthful of food.
She pointed to up to a big skyscraper with what looked like an over-sized eagle perched on top of it.
“Oh boy…” Will murmured in reply. She could tell it was Shagon from the minute she set eyes on him. If he was planning to make trouble then the both knew he couldn’t on the ground. Not while innocent lives are at stake. After thinking this, Will said aloud, “If we want any chance of keeping everyone around here safe, get ready to leave. We’re heading up there now before he takes the fight to us.”
Therefore, they made their paper-thin excuses once more, and ran round to the back alley behind the restaurant. Will removed the Heart from under her shirt. “Guardians, UNITE!”
After them both calling out their elements, within moments they were away in search of Shagon. Whilst they were flying, Irma in a matter-of-fact manner said, “Okay, no matter how this goes down, do NOT pull one of your little ‘falling from the heavens stunts’, okay?”
Will just looked back to her and smiled. They flew vertically up the tall office block and quietly landed behind Shagon.
Shagon sat atop the building, kind of enjoying the night air. The cool breezed brushed through his wings and gave him a sense of replenishment - almost happiness. Shagon was made to feel happiness but only at the expense of others. He sat there and decided it was best to hold the attack a while longer to take in the crisp air, a joy he hadn’t encountered since the first day he was summoned. He did not, however, notice his prey creep up behind him.
“Enjoying the view?” Will asked sarcastically.
Startled, and wondering if it really was whom he presumed, Shagon spun in place for his eyes to confirm the truth he had already registered with his ears. "Hello ladies!” he exclaimed joyfully. “Lovely weather, isn’t it?”
“Cut the small talk, bird-brains.” Irma exclaimed, “We know you were looking for us, so here we are! Now, do you wanna chit-chat, or shall we get this over with?” Not letting Shagon reply, Irma formed a jet of water and charged it at Shagon, sending him off the edge of the building. In moments, he had returned and used his eye-beams to shoot Irma to the ground in revenge.
Will was now in on the attack and winded Shagon with a bolt of electricity straight to the stomach.
“So, I hear Wreck Fifty-Five’s supposed to be playing next week at the school fundraiser…” Shagon said in a hateful tease. Will sparked, hearing Matt’s band name. Every day this past week, she had been looking all over Heatherfield in search of him. Along with every location that sparked to mind like lagoons, abandoned buildings and caves, she checked the most likely place: Mt. Thanos (The prison where Nerissa was kept until she broke free.); and also some of the tall and isolated mountains on Meridian. Nothing. With no-idea about what dimension Matt could be on made the search that much harder. She persevered but to no avail. Will knew Shagon was just trying to aggravate her, taunting her by using Matt to anger her. She knew the only way to beat him was to channel that anger and hatred. Easier said than done.
Breathing deeply, with Irma now recovered by her side she said, “It’s two on one Shagon; give up while you still have a chance.”
Shagon merely laughed, “You know, I never did like an unfair fight…” Using Will’s beacon of hatred he absorbed her negative emotions and sent a reasonably powerful blast directly at Irma, sending her right back to the floor. He finished with, “Unless the cards were stacked in my favour…” he sent a powerful blast now at Will, which she managed to dive out of the way. More shots fired at her and miraculously, none hit the mark. She dived behind a billboard and used the protection to catch her breath. Will launched a beam of electricity at Shagon, who held his arm out in protection. He didn’t even flinch when it struck. “Tickles…” he murmured as caught the beam and threw it right back, splitting a whole in the billboard.
Irma was up now and flooded the floor around Shagon’s ankles. Wise to the upcoming attack; he knew to fly upwards to avoid an extremely painful electrocution once again.
“I feel the data, the energy, and the power building inside. But it’s not yet enough…” he thought to himself. Looking to the people on the ground beneath him, an idea struck. “Perhaps a change in strategy…”
Irma sent a jet blast of water, engulfing Shagon. She then formed an impenetrable water bubble. Shagon was struggling to breathe for air, and Irma had the chance to end him there and then, but instead moved the bubble over the edge of the building and popping it, Shagon was sent plummeting to the ground.
Not down for the count once more, he flew back up to the top whist desperately gasping for air.
“Is that all you got?” he remarked, though in no state to taught.
“Leave Shagon.” Will demanded, “Leave while you still have the chance.”
Shagon smiled on the inside of his cold, steel mask. His mask matched his character, letting out no signs of mercy or remorse on his outer shell. He devilishly sneered, “You know Matt talks about you all the time…”
Will’s eyes lit up at his name. Shagon knew she had caught the bait.
“…Oh yeah, all the time he’s sitting in that dark and cramped cell, he’s always murmuring your name…”
Will clenched her fist tightly, anger building…
“…He misses you so dearly Will, he even tries courageous escape attempts, but I don’t think he’ll be trying any more of them anytime soon…”
Will did not want to let her emotions show, but she was radiating hatred, anger, pain and desperation; exactly what Shagon wanted. She growled, “What have you done to him?”
Shagon held out both his arms to digest the sufferings like a meal, and use them to fuel his power. “What did we do to him?” he chuckled sinisterly “Let’s just say, next time he’ll be the meal we roast on the fire…”
Shagon’s taunts were working to perfection. After he said the last word, Will’s eyes grew wide in panic for her boyfriend; she was so wrapped up in thoughts of his peril she couldn’t deflect his next attack. Being at full power, he divided most of his strength to send a knockout blast at both Will and Irma. Within seconds, the two girls sprawled out on the floor.
Shagon looked at the lifeless bodies and could not help but smile. He flew down to the ground, ready to initiate the next phase of his plan….
On the ground, the parents were starting to wonder what on Earth is keeping the girls so long. They had excused themselves to the bathrooms ten minutes ago. “What’s taking them…” each adult asked themselves. They wouldn’t be able to even imagine what would happen next…

Um it's is so good I love reading this kind of stuff I was never a big fan of the comic, but I love to read stuff that keeps you wonding about what will happen next, especially when it's on a subject your into. However it's been a long day I've been up since 4 am and it is now 3:52 pm so I will continue this later. Please don't stop on my account you do alot of good storyline I like it, I'll be back .

Chapter Nine: Flames of Fury

Meridian. Five years ago. Half a decade in Phobos’ court had taken its toll. Everyone around her drilled the life lessons into her head: compassion, love, mercy, and above all, good, were lies. Phobos and Cedric had taken it upon themselves to turn Miranda into one of their own; she was now, at the age of eight, a general in one of the armies. Her shape shifting capability and fighting prowess were astounding for that of her age.
Miranda’s heart and soul had grown cold out of fear, anger and loneliness; She believed that the strongest survived by preying on the weak. She couldn’t remember a time before living in the palace with the Prince and his general, Lord Cedric… but why would she want to? Why would she want to remember a time when all the people around her, the ones that pretended to care for her, deceived her? “No. Never again will I be taken in by the lies…” she thought to herself. “I’ll be as cold and as hard as Phobos, Then I’ll survive…”
What looked like a gigantic bird suddenly swooped down from the sky and began attacking the restaurant. This eagle-like creature started over-turning tables, smashing plates and dishes, breaking chairs and terrorizing customers. Everyone was in confused panic. One waiter believed it to be the work of some troublesome young punk and boldly approached Shagon saying, “Excuse me young man! What do you-” Mid-sentence he was picked up by the collar of his shirt and thrown into an undamaged table, breaking it on impact. “Table for one…” Shagon jeered as he strutted triumphantly through the destruction, assessing a new target.
He was only passing time until one of the Guardians joined him. Knowing though it was better in his favour if the restaurant was empty, he began firing beams in all directions to scare off the customers and staff, but making sure that the three parents and the professor stayed put. Soon, the whole restaurant was deserted except for the lonesome four.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen!” Shagon exclaimed, turning to the cowering group.
Susan Vandom was petrified, seeing the damage this bird-man-thingy had caused and then have it approach her. She managed to stutter the words, “W-W-Who… …W-What A-Are Y-Y-You?”
“Me? Oh, pardon the rudeness…” He held out his hand in mock politeness. “The name’s Shagon. I’m a ‘friend’ of your daughters, Will and Irma.”
Alarm bells rang in their heads. Tom Lair managed to gain the courage to confidently step forward and demand to know where the girls were.
“They’ll be here soon. They have a big surprise for you!” Shagon jeered back. He was imagining the anger, hatred and misery the girls would express if their secret was revealed to their families. It would practically destroy their lives forever - Or so he hoped.
Shagon encroached on the huddled group. Dean Collins was just as scared as the others were, even though it wasn’t a child of his own that was in the mix of things. Over the past couple of months, Susan and he had formed a loving relationship and he had rather gotten to care for Will. He was considering asking Susan to marry him soon, and all that was stopping him was trying to find the perfect ring… He didn’t want to lose them both now.
Dean stepped forward and assertively. “Give us back our children. I don’t know who you are or what you want; whatever it is, take it, just give us our girls back unharmed.” this demand had turned more into a plea but his determined glare lingered.
Shagon stepped forwards to Dean, who held his ground. “If you want the girls so bad,” he grabbed his arm, intending to fly up to the skyscraper, “I’ll take you to-”
Before anymore could be said or done, an enraged Will had dived down from the sky at a rate of knots and tackled Shagon to the ground, freeing Professor Collins from his clutches. There was so much power behind her; she had never summoned all that speed before. She was fuelled by anger and hate; this wasn’t the Heart of Kandrakar strengthening her anymore. Even though she knew she was supposed to control her emotions when fighting, but this wasn’t about any magical duels anymore. Nothing else seemed to matter when the flash of red sparked inside of her. It was Will vs. Shagon - everyone and everything else was irrelevant…
Elsewhere, the remaining Knights gathered in the cave guarding the cell where Matt was sleeping. All they could focus on, however, was that lust for power that loitered in their minds…
“Soon,” Tridart began, “We will have all the power we have only dreamt of in the palm of our hands. Just imagine, we would crush our enemies into dust, dine on misery’s and sorrow, conquer numerous worlds-”
“Save the dreaming ice-guy.” Ember interrupted “We don’t have any ‘magnificent power’ yet. Don’t go spending your share now…”
“But Ember,” Tridart replied with a steam of protest to his voice. It was as if he was offended by her doubts. “soon Master will return, maybe with a Guardian head as a prize…” he sinisterly chuckled at the thought. He couldn’t wait to get back into battle. He knew his duty though was to guard the cell. Matt must stay imprisoned at all costs.
“I don’t know, Master seems different…” Ember trailed off. She was wondering herself about the noticeably strange behavior Shagon exhibited. Luckily for him, she dismissed any further thoughts as just her imagination. She herself was still lusting for the inevitable power she would gain, maybe Master would let her rule a world as her own once Kandrakar is conquered. She always fancied a little world called Exlaverous. It was a fine kingdom, a world of fire and heat. She would feel right at home their according to the stories she heard. All the residents are of fearless nature with a strong and powerful army. Like herself, they were all merciless and loved to see their enemies suffer, but once they saw a ruler of a higher and stronger power, they would swear their allegiance to them. She planned to be that ruler…
Back at the restaurant, the fight had continued for several minutes and Irma rejoined the battle. The two on one approach didn’t seem that affective, as with their parents in sight and watching them in utter awe; it gave them a sense of despair, weakening them dearly. Although he was fighting both of them at once, Shagon usually sent the more powerful strikes at Irma, seemingly wanting her out of the way to focus his attention on Will.
Shagon’s attacks seemed even stronger than they had ever been. Irma pointed out the obvious by exclaiming, “Of course, it’s our hate! Our trauma is making him-” She was struck forcefully with a beam.
“Irma!” Will yelled, watching her fall to the ground. She summoned up a massive charge and launched it at Shagon, who didn’t even flinch as he took the full impact. He taunted, “Come on Will! Is that the best you can do to save friends? Family? And poor missing Matt!”
Will flew head first at Shagon, her rage came before caution. Nothing good became of it and she ricocheted of him a Ping-Pong ball, sent hurtling beside Irma.
Down but not out, the girls each charged up a mass of their powers and fired them simultaneously at Shagon, sending him backwards.
“Quintessence!” Will exclaimed whilst aiming her arm in the direction some broken tables. Like soldiers, half a dozen of them marched up to Shagon and began pummeling him with their arms and legs! He quickly powered out with force, sending the pine army in full retreat. Shagon threw a few beams at the girls, none actually hit. Irma sent a jet of water, mistakenly throwing him at the parents; luckily, they all dodged out of the way just in time. The girls followed him and despite the numerous shouts and pleas from the adults, they continued the assault on Shagon, seeming as they were winning. Irma flew over to the huddled four and said, “Look, I know this all seems weird, and we’ll explain everything, but later. This guy’s still standing so we need to get you to safety.” None of them would budge an inch.
Dean asked, “W-Who… what is that thing?”
Irma was exasperated. “In short, he’s Shagon. He’s bad, that’s why you all need to go, now!” She sounded urgent, but it backfired, as it made the adults want to stay more. What sort of parents would they be if they left them with… that?
Once Irma left the fight, Shagon managed to recover enough and he and Will exchanged shots at one-another.
“Give it up Shagon!” Will yelled, “We could do this all evening!”
“Perhaps it is time to depart.” Shagon replied, “But first, this was a perfect evening, so how about a little something to show my gratitude…” Irma’s back was turned in attempt to herd the others away. She made an easy target for Shagon who shot a violent blast at her, causing her to fall to the ground. The parents shouted for the girl and knelt to her side. It wasn’t long before Will joined them, as when Will looked over in concern for Irma, Shagon managed to pick her up and forcefully throw her across a row of tables. She landed right beside Irma, and her mother began fretting deeply. As a parting shot, he aimed right at the fazed Will. Anna unknowingly moved into the path and the beam took a direct hit at the side of her head. Scared and expecting another attack to follow, Susan looked to where she last saw Shagon, but he was nowhere to find. She looked above her and nothing could be seen either. He was gone…
A minute later, the girls heads were still spinning. Ears still ringing. Bodies continued to ache that annoyingly dull pain. Even though they both lay conscious, none wanted to open their eyes. It’s funny, they both thought to themselves, how they can stand up to any magically empowered foe, battle a tyrannical prince intending on conquering the universe, and take-down an evil sorceress with a lust for power… but they are still scared of a single confrontation with their families. I mean, it’s not like they haven’t got in trouble before, Irma tried to tell herself, but the voice in the back of her mind kept on echoing “Not like this…”
They could hear the muffled cries from their families. “Can you hear me?” Will asked telepathically, checking to see if Irma was alright.
“Crystal.” Irma replied heavily.
Both girls were in good health and Will managed to heave herself and Irma off the ground and transform them back to normal. Irma looked over to her unconscious mother and tears began pouring down her cheeks. “Mum!” she yelled and dived to her side. Tom already had his phone out dialing an ambulance and before they knew it, they were standing at Anna’s side, beside her hospital bed.
The nurse entered and pulled Tom to one side. “I just wanted to assure you that everything is going to be fine. Your wife has had mild concussion and is suffering from retrograde amnesia. We need to monitor her for the next hour or so but she should be able to return home today.”
During this, Will dragged the others aside. “Look, I know what you just witnessed may seem a little… strange… but I need you to not breathe a word about it until we get home. For Mrs. Lair’s sake, not mine.” They didn’t reply but the glance they gave her said they reluctantly obliged.
Anna opened her eyes and saw her daughter and four others surrounding her. Irma hugged her tightly, glad to see her mum was okay.
Anna was still confused though of how she ended up in a hospital bed. She mumbled, “What’s happened? I-Is everyone alright? Irma?”
Irma answered, “Everything’s going to be fine, but I need to know if you remember anything from the restaurant?”
“The restaurant? Oh, I-I remember, some sort of panic.” she replied, faintly “L-Like a big commotion… I don’t know. What did happen?”
Irma gave enough truth to satisfy her mother’s memory but left out the big details. The others didn’t approve of the blatant lie, but were more focused on the ones they were told by the girls to argue.
An hour or so later, Anna Lair was approved to go home. Both girls agreed they would tell the others what happened, even though it was the last thing they wanted. This conversation could put all their lives at risk, but there was no way anyone would drop the subject until they got answers...

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Hey that's cool, I'm back I really when to see how it ends . You should do like a whole season of this it's very enjoyable. This is what I liked about the shows the stories never got old even after seeing them so many times. I wish they would make another season for us I know they would be popular to people who are into this type of storyline, Disney never give it a chance. However In my opinion I believe they will make a third season by the end of 2013 most likely by the end of the summer if not sooner, just a theory with the comics about to stop, I heard, I don't know that either since I'm not a big fan of the comic version. Anyway please if you would continue .

Chapter Ten: Masks and Façades
Meridian. Six months ago. Following orders, Miranda was to play the role of a friend for Princess Elyon. The girl character unnerved her in a sort of way that she couldn’t quite grasp. It was almost as if Elyon really was the type of person Miranda was taught didn’t exist. That she was certain didn’t exist.
It had to be an act, just like all the people who acted good, innocent, or caring just to fool those around them in order to benefit in their own selfish ways. Yet Miranda confessed that Elyon was the best actress she’d ever met! Miranda almost believed she was genuine. She actually revealed some of her past about herself, and she hadn’t talked about that in ten years!
"Don’t be taken in by the lies…" Miranda told herself. "It's all an act. Soon Phobos will have what he wants and Elyon will be no more." But somewhere, deep down inside, she wondered…
Shagon returned to the cave through the crisp, cool night air. All seemed tranquil as the city slept. When Shagon returned, wide smiles and beady eyes greeted him; all his comrades just instantly knew the trip were a success.
“Excellent Master!” Tridart congratulated Shagon, once he finished relaying events. “I believe there are no further delays; may we proceed with phase two?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” Shagon exclaimed. All the Knights stood in a circle gathered around the fire. Shagon clenched his fist tightly and summoned up every inch of power within him. His head wracked with pain, his body ached with exasperation and he dropped to his knees with the effort. The power he summoned was rapidly unleashed and it was almost as if all the life energy in him had just instantly vanished.
A black and purple orb formed above them all. It took no precise shape, yet with the words it spoke it seemed to twist and turn to resemble lips, if one looked closely enough. The other Knights looked up and dropped to their knees. “Mistress…” Tridart whispered as he bowed his head.
“My thralls…” the voice managed to drawl out. The voice was sinister. Even though the voice was faint and lifeless, its echoed demeanor passed through the Knights like it was magic. It was the voice of pure evil. “You… have done well… soon… the battle will be won… and we shall reign triumphantly over Kandrakar… and the rest of the universe… vengeance will soon be ours…”
“Yes mistress…” Shagon murmured. He regained his footing and held his arms out wide. The orb powered back into him but just as quick burst out again and split into four different orbs; three of equal size but one substantially larger. The force of the power lifted them into the air whilst bright lights and sounds lit up the night sky. The large one flowed back through Shagon and settled at the core of his heart. The other beams flowed through the rest of the Knights.
“I’M ALIVE!” Shagon roared as he floated back to the ground. The orbs had indeed regenerated all four of them. Their powers magnified and strengthened in almost every way.
Ember exclaimed, “Ah, nothing like the fires of power to build an appetite!”
Kor roared and growled to show his appreciation. All of them were bursting at the seams to display their new, toys, but knew that plans were made to be followed. “Hmm…” Tridart mused aloud. “Now phase three is beginning, the question must be asked:”
“What Heart to acquire first?” they all chorused. Shagon had already had his heart set in one before the discussion could commence.
“Time for another trip to Zambala…”
The lights and sounds waked Matt. He’d been surprised he was able to sleep when he knew the Shagon was going after Will. He didn’t know if the girls were safe. He didn’t even know if they were still alive; but he had faith in them. Matt noticed the commotion outside and wondered what was happening. The Knights had never seemed so happy so that means that something must have gone well for them. “…If they were successful, then that must mean… NO!”
Matt knew he had to get out of there. He was going to try, no matter what it took and no matter the risks. He needed freedom…
Later that night, Dean had gone home and Will had just finished re-telling the story for the third time. It took her mother quite a while to comprehend it all. Although, she seemed to actually believe what Will was explaining; riveted in fact like a child to a fairy-tale. When Will finished, both of them sat silent on the living room couch for a pain-staking ten minutes in pure silence. Will stared at her mother who was clasping a cup of coffee as if it was her infant child. Will couldn’t take it anymore. “Mum? Please say something?”
Suddenly, Susan turned and grabbed Will in a tight embrace. She was crying. "Will, sweetie, I am so sorry!" she sobbed.
Confused, Will replied, "Sorry? Uh, mom, maybe you're still confused by everything that's just happened. See, you're supposed to be angry, ground me for life, all of that lark…" She was cut off by Susan's sobs turning to laughter.
“Oh Will.” She said pulling back “I’m not going to do any of those things. From what you just told me, it would put you in even more danger if I stopped you from doing this. Although, I will take you up on the offer to speak to Yan-Lin, it might clear my worries for some things. And as for punishing you for keeping this a secret…”
Will stared in shock at her mother. “Yes…?”
“Will, I really meant it when I said sorry. Sorry for all those times in the last year when I've yelled at you, berated you, and punished you, for being "immature" and "irresponsible", when it was really because you were carrying all this weight. I don’t know why I’m allowing it, I don’t know why I’m not at the least giving you a scolding. It’s just like, for some reason I feel like this all makes sense. How all you told me was the truth, I believed it in an instant, complicated as it was… I guess I’m just in shock… all I know for sure at the moment is that I love you hun, no amount of magic’s ever going to change that!" Susan gave a loving wink.
Will was on the brink of tears herself and hugged her mother tightly.
After a few minutes, Susan said, “C’mon missy, bed time! First, lift up your sleeve; you took a nasty bump and I want to see if you have a bruise!”
“Ha! And you wondered why I kept this a secret?” Will chuckled. She was glad that her mother took it so well; astonished being the correct word. She didn’t know what gave her the mindset that she would be in deep trouble; I mean, her mother should be proud, right? She saved Susan’s life, after all. In a sense, she felt relieved that her mother knew, even though that put her in grave danger. “I’ll cross that bridge if it comes.” She thought to herself, “I just have to hope it won’t come…”
Will stayed with Susan over the weekend. Despite her mother acting calm and collected she was still shaken up over it and Will decided to keep her company. Besides, they still had Dean to fill in. Even though they both swore not to tell anyone, Will still saw him as a potential security leak…
After the weekend, the five girls were walking together towards the gates of Sheffield Institute. Will and Irma had already told the others telepathically and were just clarifying the details. They almost fainted when they heard the news! Irma’s dad promised not to mention anything to Anna, Irma said her life would be in peril if she did, and he solemnly swore not to breathe a word to anybody else. While trying to recover from one shock, another came rapidly when Will spotted someone at the other end of the courtyard… “Matt?!” she whispered in astonishment.
The girls all turned to where Will was looking. As soon as they saw him, the whole gang was a berry of smiles.
“It’s… oh my gosh!” “Oh Will, this is amazing!” “Wow! But, I thought he was…” “How in the…”
So many murmurs of the astounded girls filled the air. One settled into focus by Hay-Lin. “Come on Will! What are you waiting for?”
Will looked to the others around her. Cornelia smiled and said, “We’ll just, walk on ahead…” Cornelia ushered the girls away, but had to resort to dragging Hay-lin along with her.
Will slowly approached Matt, who was leaning against a pillar. He gave a gigantic smile when he noticed her. “Will!” he exclaimed.
“Matt!” She ran up to him and hugged him dearly, never wanting to let go. “Oh Matt…” she was on the brink of tears. “How did you get free?”
“I caught the Knights off guard. When the chance came to me, I made a run straight for town. I was going to stop by your place but then I realized school was in session, so I made a dash straight for here.”
Will looked up. Their eyes met. “I missed you Will…”
Will buried her head back into his jacket and wrapped her arms around him. She was the happiest she’d felt in ages. “Oh Matt, I was so worried…” she sobbed “I was sure this Shagon guy had done something to you…”
A sinister grin passed his face, and he replied, “What makes you so sure he hasn’t?”
There was something to his tone. Will looked up and slowly unwrapped her arms from him, backing away carefully. He continued, “After all, faking Matt’s appearance isn’t as hard as you’d think.” His eye’s glowed green.
Will gasped and hissed “Shagon!” whilst clenching her fists tightly.
He replied, “Yes my pet it’s me. With just a bit of… borrowed glamour!”
“Oh it is so on!” Will snarled at him, shaking a fist at his face. Approaching from behind them was Principal Knicklebocker. When she walked past them she hollered, “Good morning students! Oh, Matthew Olsen! How wonderful to have you back!”
Matt’s accent in full swing and eyes returned to normal. “It’s great to be back, Principal Knicklebocker. Wouldn’t you agree Will?”
Will bit her tongue to stop from erupting right in the middle of the courtyard. “Yes, it is, Principal Knicklebocker.”
“Oh wonderful! Carry on!”
Shagon looked to the ambling Principal, then back to Will. “So, is it on?”
Looking at the mass of students and teachers around her, Will concluded that it simply would not be worth starting a fight over some petty taunts. The growl on her face still lingered, but she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head, admitting Shagon had a valid point.
Shagon chuckled and then said, “I told you I’d be back at Sheffield, didn’t I? Well, I have some books to go collect; isn’t Monday a nightmare? See you in class, Wilma!” With that, he walked off.
Will’s aggression turned to defeat. Having to see Shagon in her class just made the agony of losing Matt that much more unbearable. She knew that was exactly what Shagon wanted.
Recess. The lockers. “That jerk!” Irma exclaimed. Will told them the conversation between him and Shagon. They were all furious.
“Try not to let him get to you Will.” Taranee consolidated, putting a hand on Will’s shoulder. Irony ensuing, Will looked round and saw Shagon - posing as Matt - talking to Taranee’s boyfriend, Nigel. “That’s fine by me, but take a look at them and speak for yourself.” She pointed at Nigel.
“What the-” Flames waved and flickered in Taranee’s eyes. “Oh he is so dead!” She rolled up her sleeves and marched on over. Will was in pursuit.
They both grabbed Shagon’s arms and pulled him away from Nigel. With big smiles, they said to Nigel, “Excuse us for a moment, would you?”
Out of earshot and with the other girls crowded round, Taranee growled, “Listen Shay-goff! Back of or-”
“Or what?” he interjected “You’ll reveal who I am? Who you really are?” he chuckled and broke free from their grasp. “Here’s the deal: I keep an eye on you. You keep an eye on me. See you on Zambala…” Shagon walked away with a mocking wave.
“See you on Zambala? What do you think he means by that?” puzzled Hay-lin
Will’s eyes followed Shagon as he wondered off. “We’re going to find out. Silver Dragon basement. Four o’clock. Be prepared for a showdown.”
“Arrg! Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow?” Cornelia complained, “I, like, just had my nails done yesterday and I wanted too…”
Sylla was standing in the doorway of the classroom behind them. They walked out of earshot so he heard no more, but he didn’t need too. “The Silver Dragon eh?” he thought to himself, walking into the hallway and down to his classroom. “I’ve got to beat them out of school; luckily I’ve got no classes this afternoon. What a stroke of luck!”
Outside the Silver Dragon at twenty past four precisely, Sylla watches as the five girls exit the Dragon.
Cornelia was in a mood again for the whereabouts of their latest portal. “The garbage dump? Really? Can’t the veil just once cut us a break?”
“Oh where would you like the portal then? A hair salon?” Irma teased, “Besides, it beats sewer diving any day!”
About ten minutes later, they arrived at the dump entrance. Sylla had kept watch from a safe distance and not been noticed. After trailing them through the dump he saw something familiar; “A portal!” Inside his head, he jumped for joy and removed the camera he had hidden in his back pocket. Picture after picture just made him feel happier inside until he realized something; he had to go through that thing. This portal now seemed the stuff of nightmares. If witches went through it then who knows what could be on the other side! It could be dangerous… “No!” he told himself “I have to do this!”
Creeping up to the portal, he carefully slipped his hand through; it was a strange feeling, like the glow of pure electricity tingled through him. He grew some more courage, swallowed his fear and leapt through.
The shiny purple radiated all around him. The sum beamed down not a glorious golden glow, the beam was glorious but all it seemed to do mas magnify the lone colour surrounding him.
Sylla wondered, “Where am I? What is this place?”
He was almost too petrified to reach for his camera, and nearly had a heart-attack when a loud explosion echoed through the trees. Intrigued, he followed it to its source and found exactly what he was hoping for: The girls.
“So it’s true!” he murmured, “It’s all true!” Sylla ran for a rock and began snapping photos as if it was his life’s purpose. He must have forgotten to turn flash off, as the bright light caught the attention of Irma and Taranee. “Err, guys? How did he get here?” Irma telepathically asked whilst pointing at Sylla.
Everyone turned to look for a split second. “What! He can’t be here!” Cornelia replied, sending a mass of vines entangling Kor. He seemed stronger, however, and broke free in mere seconds.
“I know this guy is a creep, but this is an all new low.” Will stated while dodging a few attacks from Tridart’s ice hammer. “Irma, Taranee, go to him and try to get him out of here! He’s not safe!”
Taranee chuckled at the irony. “Since when do you care about his safety?”
“Ha ha. I’m laughing. Now go!”
Sylla saw the witches descending from the sky and he shivered in fear. He gulped and muttered, “That’s it. I’m dead.”
Irma and Taranee landed beside him and demanded, “What do you think you’re doing here? Did you follow us?”
“Yes, I did. But you’re the ones who have some explaining to do! It’s all true, is it?” Sylla was on the brink of going into shock. “You really are evil little witches! I knew it. I was right all along!”
Suddenly, they heard a loud scream coming from the sky and Hay-lin plummeting to the ground. Irma and Taranee flew as fast as they could to catch her but luckily Will dove in and caught her just in time. The distraction gave Shagon enough time to swoop from above and knock Irma to the ground; luckily, she was not very high up and recovery was swift.
Ember shot a stream of lava at Taranee. Caught unaware she was struck to the forest floor with Ember in hot pursuit. Another stream launched but Taranee managed to roll out of the way just in time. Relentless, Ember launched another powerful attack. Taranee didn’t have time to dodge so she crossed her arms to shield herself, attempting to absorb the blast. The weight of the fire was pushing her backwards; she didn’t understand why she seemed so weak, or Ember so strong. Normally, Taranee would have countered the attack by now, but couldn’t muster the strength. After a short showdown, the fire prevailed and threw her into a large tree, splitting it on impact.
Hay-Lin and Cornelia were fighting a joint attack against Shagon. Cornelia pointed down to the earth below her and turned a part of the forest floor into rubble. Hay-lin then lifted that dust into the air and engulfed Shagon in it. The attack proved more effective than first thought, blinding him and making him incapable of firing shots. Irma briefly looked over from dealing with Tridart, seeing Shagon flailing his arms around, chocking and coughing on the dust and couldn’t help herself: “Another one bites the dust…”
Shagon powered out however and shot a damaging blast at the two, what he called a small revenge.
Kor was chasing Will on ground level. He was running only a few feet behind her therefore she didn’t have enough room to take flight. She noted that he seemed a lot faster than he usually was and had to resort to diving blindly into a prickle bush in order to get on the attack. “This is so not my day…” she grumbled, shooting a bolt of lightning in order to bide herself time to pick the thorns out her arms.
The fight pursued for the next ten minutes. The knights were relentless! They showed absolutely no signs of damage or fatigue, no matter their efforts. It was unexplainable, as all the girls were gasping for breath.
Now, Taranee was on the ground with Kor. Like a machine-gun, she blasted numerous fireballs towards him but he managed to dodge them all and continue charging at her. Taranee flew upwards, foolishly thinking she was safer. Kor, being even more powerful than before, managed to jump a good thirty feet in the air and clutch ahold of her ankles, dragging her to the ground. Without giving her time to recover he picked her up and did a bear hug style attack. It took the fight out of her, and to finish her off he launched her into a nearby tree at great speeds.
At the same time, Irma, Cornelia and Will were currently battling in the sky against Tridart and Ember. Despite the three on two approach, they struggled to hold their own.
Lower to the ground Shagon launched a blast at Hay-lin, which threw her into the rock that Sylla was hiding behind and it shattered. However, she didn’t hit with much force and dodged out of the way of an income beam. She had no time to celebrate, as Shagon summoned up a great deal of his power, striking Hay-lin on her back on knocking her to the ground.
Sylla came into view. He was gob smacked at the fight only taking place only inches from him, and he persisted on taking an infinite amount of photos.
Shagon glared at him. “What do you think you’re doing, Ralph?” he demanded, slowly flying in towards him.
“H-How do you know my name?” Sylla stuttered, dropping his camera to the ground.
Shagon smiled inside his mask and let out a sinister laugh. “Why, don’t you remember me? I’m the reason you’re standing in that very spot you are today…”
It sparked in Sylla’s mind like a light bulb. “You? You’re the one who gave me that symbol? The disk… i-in the box?”
Shagon nodded in agreement. “It was addressed to a friend, from a friend. I’m afraid a phase in my plan was to eliminate any third parties in knowledge of my existence, for now. Your curiosity got the better of you Sylla. I am afraid the time has come sooner than expected but it was set in stone… goodbye my friend…”
“Wait… what? What’s going on?!” Sylla pleaded, confused and scared for his life.
Shagon charged up a powerful beam. It was written in the scripts he needed to end Sylla; he needed to tie up loose ends. So the beam was charged and aimed directly at Sylla…
Sylla realized Shagon’s intentions, however not understanding them. The first thing he thought to himself was to run, but somehow, fear made him incapable of movement. He looked left and right, shaking like a leaf. In the end, all he did was shield his face, waiting for the blast to finish him…
Will was above, and out the corner of her eye saw Shagon, seeming to be attacking the defenseless Sylla with malicious intent. “I can’t let this happen…” she told herself and dove downwards as fast as possible. She didn’t know what she was thinking, the empowered Shagon’s blast would leave her in pieces but it would surely destroy Sylla. With a good conscious and despite their history, she couldn’t let him die. When she got near them, she made an effort to stop in order to turn and reflect the blast with one of her own, but she was too late and intercepted the blast dead on...

Nice work, I love it, if you would continue .

This next chapter is really long, so it is in a few parts.

Chapter Eleven: The Courage to Change Destiny - Part One

Meridian. Two weeks ago. Sitting alone in her cell with plenty of time to think, Miranda had concluded there was no use for her to bother with conflicts anymore. The world could fall apart for all she cared. She decided that her dream is to find a quiet place she could call home… perhaps somewhere on Earth? Anything would be better than her cell; it forced her to be trapped like an animal for the rest of her days, even though she rightly deserved it.
Looking through a hole into the cell next to her, she saw Cedric resting in his human form.
“I know he doesn’t care, but he’s the closest I’ve got to family. I don’t want to do this alone.”
After attracting his attention, she told him what she was planning. It didn’t take long before he burst out in a roar of mocking laughter. The guards stared puzzled at them. Miranda growled, “Shut it, snake boy! Unless you would prefer to attract an audience?”
Cedric calmed himself, and his laughter turned to a glare of disgust. With his trademark hissing voice he said, “You foolish little shape-shifter! Have Phobos and I taught you anything? Everyone for themselves! I would never think of sharing any of my power, my authority with you. Why should I give up now to waste my days in defeat, betraying my life’s purpose. My destiny is to rule over worlds, not hide in some backyard shanty!” He spat on the ground out of anger.
“But Cedric, I’m not sure any of us will rule over anything! The Guardians and their precious Queen Elyon thwart us at every turn. I think we should take what we can and be content.”
“You should watch your tongue you little welt!” Cedric scowled back at her. He had a look signifying that one careless word could cost Miranda her life. He was furious that she would think he could give up all his values and life’s work in an instant. Even if they did escape, they would be hauled back in minutes and be faced to the endless mocking of the other prisoners. Cedric knew he would rather rot in his cell than to give up everything he has worked for, for only a small taste of freedom.
That was the last Miranda and Cedric spoke to each other, but Miranda still intended to find some place to be alone…

There was a blast of bright light and the sound of a faint shriek. When Sylla eased his eyes open, he was surprised above all to find himself still alive. He rolled behind a pile of broken rocks and surveyed the situation. Will and her friends were sprawled out of the forest floor in normal clothes. The Heart had been knocked off in the blast and transformed them all back to normal.
Prior to the blast, Irma and Cornelia had been fighting high in the sky against Tridart and Ember. There wings suddenly vanished, and they landed down with great force. It was a miracle they were still alive. Taranee and Hay-lin were still out cold.
Then Sylla remembered himself, what happened just prior to the blast; Will dove out of nowhere and acted as a human shield, intercepting Shagon’s attack.
“…S-She s-saved m-me…” he stuttered, suddenly realizing how wrong he had been about the girls. If they really were ‘evil witches’, why would she risk her life saving his? Could it be a misunderstanding of some sort? No. He concluded he didn’t need to think twice, when the proof was as clear as day.
Looking back at the girls, they all seemed lifeless. He worried if they were dead; after all, the impacts they took were extreme. Taranee and Hay-lin started to come too, and Will, Cornelia and Irma managed to lift their heads up despite the pain. Sylla breathed a sigh of relief. One of the attackers he saw earlier, the one made out of ice with the massive hammer, approached the Will and Irma with malicious intent.
He realized he actually feared for their safety.
“It’s fine…” he told himself “She’ll do one of those electrical thingy’s she did on me and run to safety…right?”
They did nothing.
Tridart jaunted up to them both and cackled, “I never got the chance to thank you for our last encounter in these forests.” Tridart looked to Irma “I’ll deal with the water Guardian later, but right now,” He then looked to Will and grinned, “Let’s see how high you can really fall from, Guardian girl!”
She screamed as he lifted her high into the air by her leg. Trying to save her, Taranee managed to jump a few feet in the air, attempting to grab her arm, but it was in great agony. Shagon shot her straight down to the ground in no time at all. Cornelia and Irma tried to pull themselves up, but it was clear both of them had at least one broken bone, and it proved impossible. Hay-lin mustered up a small air attack and fired it Tridart, but it had no distance to it and he was too far upwards.
Sylla knew that she couldn’t survive that fall. If she risked her life to save him then he was going to do the same. “How am I supposed to save her? I don’t have any witchy powers!”
Desperate, Sylla looked around him trying to find anything to aid him. Lying on the ground not too far from him the he noticed the radiant pink glow of the Heart. “That’s it!” he exclaimed to himself, “I’ll throw it up to her! I just hope the girl can catch…”
But then, it dawned on Sylla that he would have to run in the midst of those three remaining monsters if he stood a chance of a good throw. He decided it didn’t matter. Looking up, he saw the faint image of Tridart and Will high in the clouds; Tridart had stopped descending and would drop her any minute.
Then he saw Will fall. The girls on the ground cried up to her, even Shagon glanced a worried glare for a brief moment, but then shook it off. Irma, Taranee, Cornelia and Hay-lin summoned everything they could manage but it simply wasn’t enough.
Sylla, thinking quickly (or not at all) ran as fast as he could to where the Heart lay. Picking it up, he changed direction and headed straight to the path of the falling Will.
“What is he doing…?” puzzled Irma to the others. Taranee’s eyes lit up when she saw the glow of the Heart beaming from his hand. “I think I know what! I just hope it works though…”
Sylla ran as fast as possible. Even though his legs were quivering in fear, his mind persisted in willing him on.
He saw Will rapidly descending to the ground, screaming and shrieking as if her wails might trigger a miracle. Miraculously, they did! She spotted what looked like Sylla charging towards her with the Heart of Kandrakar in his hand. As he launched it up near her, he yelled, “Catch!” Will outstretched her arm and caught onto the string, wrapping it around her finger and managing to grasp the crystal in her fingertips.
Sylla jumped for joy, a Will’s fall slowed and she hovered to the ground.
However, it was short lived. The Heart did not have time to release its coloured orbs, ready to engulf the girls in an array of light and sound and unite them ready for battle once more, as Shagon shot a minuscule eye-beam which caught Will on the shoulder Will was in a weak enough state as it was and the small blast sent her to her knees.
“Pathetic!” Ember mocked, shaking her head in disapproval.
“Agreed,” Shagon added, “I can’t believe, that you feeble girls have the audacity to call yourselves Guardians!” The Knights couldn’t stop themselves from laughing. Shagon managed to calm himself down and continue, “Knights, follow your master to our prize. Let these six wastes of space wallow in their defeat and sufferings until we meet again…”
He flew off in the direction of the temple, the other Knights flanking him at either side.
Earth. Six o’clock. After a short while of searching, the girls and Sylla stumbled across a portal leading back to Earth. They hauled themselves through and collapsed to the floor. Cornelia and Irma were sat clutching at their legs and ankles, Taranee and Hay-lin at their back and Will at her throbbing head.
Then, they realized whom they were in the presence of; all eyes went to Sylla. He was sitting on the ground, wracking his brain through what just happened and struggling to process it all. He simply pulled himself to his feet, brushed himself off and stated, “You are all going to be in my classroom at half seven sharp, until then I will not breathe a word about anything I just saw. Understood?”
The girls stared in shock, and nodded along. Sylla didn’t say a word but walked in the direction of his apartment.
All the girls were speechless. Eventually though, Irma broke the silence by suggesting that they stopped by Will’s apartment to get there injuries checked out, and no one argued any different.
During this. Zambala.
“Your majesty, we must order the armies to retreat.” Pleaded one of King Maplestrong’s advisors, “Please, we have already lost a third of our army to the defilers, and they are relentless! Sooner or later they will break through our guards, so why waste our soldier’s lives trying to prevent the inevitable?”
The furious King stomped away to the other end of the throne room. He knew his advisor was right, he had to withdraw the troops, but that wouldn’t solve anything. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place: withdraw the troops, letting the defilers overtake the palace and no doubt steal the Heart of Zambala, sending doom for his world. He would fail his duty as the King; the protector of Zambala and the chosen one entrusted with the Heart.
On the other hand, he could send all his armies to war, and let them be struck down by the power of the defilers. He would still fail his duties and as King, and most likely send doom for his world.
Realizing which option may cause the least amount of death, the King sighed an murmured, “Give the order…” It was like him signing the rights to his death. Even though he would save his troops, he would surely be doomed in the array of battles that could follow. It was a pity the armies weren’t as strong as other worlds. Zambalan’s were peaceful, never war-orientated.
The advisor scurried off to complete his order. Within minutes, the sounds of battle and destruction faded. The Knights marched into the throne room about fifty feet from the King, who was desperately clutching at the Heart as if it was his last hope of survival.
Shagon strutted a few paces forward. “I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced,” he held out his hand to the King. “King Maplestrong, is it?”
“That’s your majesty to you, defilers.” The King stated. “And you are not welcome in our kingdom; leave us now before any more harm is done.”
Shagon sarcastically whimpered, “Leave? Oh but we’ve just started having fun!” The rest of the Knights chuckled cunningly.
Tridart stepped forward to join his master. “Here is our proposition: We do this the easy way, in which you hand over the Heart and we leave your pathetic world, ending the destruction and sparing the lives of your soldiers and your loved ones...”
Ember stepped forward now to flank them and continued, “Or we can do this the hard way, or as I like to say, the fun way. We prolong the battle. There will be no mercy. No survival. Every inch of your precious forest will be left in ruins and your palace in pieces. Your world will be crushed at our hands and the Heart of Zambala will be ours to steal!”
Shagon added, “You’re a good King, your majesty, but even you know you have no hope in this battle. We know you are a new bearer to the Heart and you haven’t grasped its full potential yet. We know you care for your kingdom.”
Ember continued, “And if that hasn’t sufficiently persuaded you… Kor!”
Kor had left without causing any notice and dragged into the throne room a young Zambalan child…
“Dadda!” it shrieked and tried to struggle away from Kor’s grasp, but it was wasted effort.
“Bowbreaker!” Maplestrong cried and swatted Shagon out of the way whilst charging for his young son. Ember quickly shot a hot blast of lava, making the King fall back in the pain. Tridart aimed his axe at the young Bowbreaker. “It’s your choice, your majesty. Choose between his life and death.”
“We accept! We accept your proposal! Just give us back our Bowbreaker!”
He outstretched his arm and released his tight grasp on the staff. Shagon pulled himself up to his feet and triumphantly ambled up to his prize. Kor released Bowbreaker who ran to his father, them both hugging each other tightly out of relief.
Shagon gazed down at the element of power in his hand. “… My precious…” he mumbled. It had been easier than he expected.
The Knights all gathered together to humble in the item that now controlled their destiny. In their hands, they had enough power to conquer worlds! Conquering world equaled more Hearts, equaled more power! The glorious power they obtained from the Guardians misery, doubled by the Heart of Zambala now flowing at its peak inside them; they were unstoppable.
To divide this power, Shagon ordered his fellow Knights to place a hand a top the magnificent crystal and open themselves to the Heart’s core. Within moments, the room glowed a deep, aluminous purple that made the King and his son shield their eyes from the blinding light.
The Knights were too focused on the radiant power to bother with minor things like that, and stared directly at the Heart, almost feeling like it was staring back at them. Inside their minds, pictures and words ran through of all the vast possibilities this power represented for them. Worlds could topple; the Guardians could be no more; vengeance could be theirs!
Inside their chest raged an explicit pain like no other. The energy given to them by their mistress was now at its zenith and burned inside them like a crackling fire.
For the Knights it felt like an eternity but in reality, it lasted mere minutes. The feeling afterwards they experienced was phenomenal! All that pain, that wrenching, wrenching pain was worth it for the power was now theirs to control.
The King lowered the arm used to shield his face and looked petrified towards the Knights. He pulled Bowbreaker closer to try and keep him safe from any harm. He managed to quietly stutter the words, “Y-You have what you want… N-Now please, l-leave us in peace!”
Shagon looked to the King with sinister gratitude, “Pleasure doing business with you, your majesty!”
That was all they said or did before opening a portal, splitting the veil manually, and stepping through to celebrate extensively on the other side…

Really really good work as before it's doesn't have a down to it at all. Great.

A bit of a dull one, but here you are...

Chapter Eleven: The Courage to Change Destiny - Part Two

Heatherfield. Seven o’clock at night. The Knights cave. The Knights were celebrating their victory by revealing their ultimate dreams, soon to become realities, after they conquer Kandrakar and the rest of the known universe. They settled on two more Hearts to obtain, two worlds Guardian free: Auridia and Varthan. They decided to leave for Auridia at sunrise, and wait until the following day after that to collect Varthan’s Heart.
Shagon left their company to lay idly in his section of the cave, wanting to be alone. His head had been screaming in agony ever since their return from Zambala. Many voices were crammed inside his head; his consciousness was having many an argument with itself, like a dozen voices all fighting with each other. If only they all stopped talking at once, he could understand them better. He finally figured out the problem; he was closing off the section of his mind of which was his free will. That part of the mind was the part that meant he was alive, and not just a drone for Nerissa.
They all tried to telepathically aid him in his fights against the Guardians. Weather it was the section in his mind that lusted for power and destruction, craving hatred and indulging on the miseries of others. That was the main portion of his mind.
Or the other portion, minuscule in size, which was more of a recluse. It was hated by the rest of the mind and the main of cause any arguments. This portion of the mind was determined to free Shagon from Nerissa’s grasp. It was responsible for all the times Shagon may have spared the Guardians lives, and for the humane emotions like compassion, worry and most of all, mercy.
“Do you want to live the rest of your days as a soulless tyrannical ruler? Just another drone sent to extract Nerissa’s vengeance and nothing more?” The good portion asked.
“Oh shut it you imbecile!” moaned the other portion of the mind “Why should we live as lowly creatures when we have the opportunity to conquer the universe!”
“Oh conquer this, conquer that!” sassed the good portion “Do you ever think of anything else? You have about as much brain power as a high school drop-out!”
The other portion protested… and then the good portion countered… all chorusing each other until Shagon was on the brink of madness and yelled to them, “SHUT IT! ALL OF YOU!”
The voices silenced. Shagon took a moment of peace to run through all that they had been telling him. He layed there for some time until the good portion summoned up the courage to speak again, “Is this really what you want? To live this life as someone’s thrall? Will’s right. There is good inside you. It’s me. I’m all you need to change your destiny…”
During this, the girls had hobbled back to the Vandom’s residence. Hay-lin, Will and Taranee were struggling to keep on their feet, but Irma and Cornelia had it worse. They could scarcely move.
“That’s it…” Irma groaned “…I’m not going to ask anymore… I’m going to DEMAND a raise from the oracle…”
The words kind of lifted the spirits of the girls as they trudged through the streets in the dark, finally rapping on the door until Susan opened it. Irma literally fell through the door and Susan jumped back in shock! “You’re over exaggerating.” Will groaned with a chuckle.
Face to the floor, Irma replied, “Yeah, just a little!” She pulled herself up and all the others sat onto the couch, clutching at their injuries.
Susan sat speechless at the five, in fearful shock the others assumed. This wasn’t really helping their argument that they wouldn’t come to much harm being a Guardian. Susan stood and declared, “Don’t get comfortable. I’m taking you to the hospital.”
Will obviously tried to protest but didn’t get past, “But M-” before Susan cut her off with a determined glare and the word that crushed any arguments like dust: “Now.”
After the usual parental protocols like phoning the other parents and using a semi-well thought out excuse to fooled them (Except calling Tom Lair, who heard the full story) the girls left the hospital. Will was deemed in good health, no concussion or any major injuries. The same went for Taranee and Hay-lin, for after resting their backs for the night the pain slowly eased away.
Even though she fell from such a height, Cornelia only suffered a sprained ankle and a broken wrist, despite predictions of worse. However, the same couldn’t be said for Irma. She left the hospital on crutches, suffering a broken leg. Her mother was in a state of panic. Luckily, she managed to sell the excuse that she fell off a ladder whilst decorating the school’s gymnasium, which is a valid excuse since that was what they were meant to be doing that evening in preparation for school concert. Principal Knickerbocker would be having words.
The next morning, the girls were up and dressed well before school started to confront Sylla. Susan had thought it just as strange as the others after hearing about his abnormal behavior, being told he was a ‘nemesis’ of the Guardians. Susan advised them to stay on guard, but pacifistic, she said giving a teasing nudge to Will and saying “I still can’t believe you zapped your history teacher!”
Before Will could get a word in edgewise the dishwasher, Rachel, said, “Hey! Isn’t that every kid’s dream! Man, I wish I had the courage to stand up to people. If I could, I’d tell Dave over there that he should stop acting like he’s king of the kitchen. The stupid fridge is always boasting how he is the most important, or the largest, or the most expensive…”
“Hey, keep your mouth shut toots! I only say facts, not fiction.” Protested the furious fridge, Dave.
Susan noticed that Will was randomly chuckling to herself as all around her was quiet. Bewildered, she asked, “What’s so funny?”
Starting to cough from the laughter, Will calmed herself down and replied, “Nothing mom, dishwasher says ‘Hi’.”
Susan gave her daughter a confused look.
“Oops, gotta run! Late for meeting the others. Wish me luck!” Will ran out the door.
Susan watched her run down the road, then just turned around and gave a confused glare to the dishwasher…
Six fifty-five. Outside the gates of Sheffield Institute. After marching all the way from their comfortable beds at a ridiculously early hour of the morning, the five were not in a very good mood.
They all yawned in perfect unison.
It was annoying above all how Sylla ordered them to meet him a full hour before school started, but they were in no position to challenge his request. They noticed the gates were already open, even though no teacher or janitor was ever there that early on; it must have been the work of Sylla.
The girls silently tip-toed through the computer sciences corridor, for some reason scared to make any type of loud noise, and quietly ratted on the Professor’s door. Apparently throwing all cares out the window for being quiet, the Professor hollered from the other side, “Come in!”
They all strutted through fine, but were shocked to find two agents, whom they recognized, flanking either side of Sylla’s desk. They noticed the agents were armed and struck a suitable, non-magical defensive pose.
“Relax girls!” smiled Sylla, noticing the girls fear. “They’re here with me, not for me. As long as you play by our rules, you’re safe.”
They eased up a little, but still cast a wary gaze around the two agents before all eyes centered on Sylla. Will spoke up, “You wanted to see us?”
“Yes!” Sylla rose from his desk and began pacing around the room. “Now, my first port of call is to apologize for my colleagues’ intrusion into our little meeting, as I recall I did promise not to breathe a word of what I saw to anyone, but they prised it out of me.”
The two agents, Medina and McTiennan, never focused their glare, not even for a second, off of the girls. Not knowing if they were to be trusted, approached, or dangerous, they kept their hand reasonably close to their weapon. Not close enough, however, for the girls to notice.
Sylla continued, “I told them all that I saw. And I know what I saw was real. I see that you have the injuries to prove it.” A quick, malicious remark to Cornelia’s bandages and Irma’s crutches. “But I’m not here to debate on your woes. I was in a state of confusion yesterday, but I boiled it down to this: You saved my life, despite our conflicts in the past. Now I don’t know who those… things were, but I know they weren’t on our side, or yours. That one with the massive wings tried to kill me. Noting something about a plan of some sort… all I know is that he was the one who gave us that infamous disk.”
“Wait-wait-wait… Shagon gave you the disk!?” Irma started to raise her voice; the two agents moved the hands closer to their weapons but did not grasp them in fear of causing the unpredictable witches to possibly lash out at them. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“How was I supposed to know?” countered Sylla “The guy, Shagon or whatever, only told me it was him last night in the other world! That’s why he wants to off with me!”
Admitting he had a reasonable argument, the girls let him continue.
“As I was saying... there are a few ways we can go about this. I have made a decision, and I want you all to know that Medina and McTiennan have had nothing to do with it. They don’t even know themselves. So, one thing could happen, which is probably the preferred choice of my colleagues; “We arrest you, take you down to the station for questioning, and no doubt some testing for any un-natural abilities in a lab.”
“If he chooses that, make a run for the door, and fast.” Instructed Hay-lin, the others agreed.
“Option two;” Sylla sighed, walking a little closer to the girls. “Option two is you saved my life, I feel as if I owe you for that.”
“You owe them nothing!” Barked McTiennan “I still don’t know why you didn’t let that that little sorceress fall to the-”
“Because Joel,” Sylla snapped and spun around to square him off face to face. “They must not all be evil if they saved my live by risking theirs!”
“Please!” Medina protested, “They probably want to see you die by their hands! You can see it in their beady little eyes; they weren’t trying to save you! The witch just happened to fall in front of that beam that just happened to be aimed at you. Coincidence - nothing more.”
Sylla turned back to the girls and said, “Well why don’t we let them defend themselves. Give them a fair trial.”
Will decided to start, “I was trying to save you, because I couldn’t on a good conscience see another human being be destroyed without at least trying to save them first.” She put emphasis in the words ‘good’ and ‘human’ just in case it wasn’t implied enough as it was.
They all then continued, giving a brief version of their lives from the past two years. It seemed they had been telling the story a lot lately. It was getting kind of… boring. They wondered where they went wrong, as they were used to treading on thin ice and got accustomed to that lifestyle. Now it seemed as if everybody knew!
This was the first time Sylla had heard the story, and he was awestruck The same couldn’t be said for the other two, who just issued it as a whimsical excuse.
When they finished re-capping, and assuring that they were not evil, or inhumane, or dangerous of any sort, Sylla took a deep breath and began, “A riveting story - I’m amazing that I find myself to believe it. But I am, and I can’t shake that fact. I have made my decision; that Shagon guy is still out there, and probably on the hunt for me. In return for my safety, I can offer that I will delete all the hard evidence that supports the claims of you young girls being witches.”
“What?!” exclaimed the two agents. Medina asked, “What are you thinking Ralph?! Have you forgotten all that we have worked for? The fame? The riches? The status? Unbelievable!”
“They’ve gotten to you Ralph.” added Joel “They’ve blinded you from who they really are. What they really are. They are not your ally’s Ralph.”
Sylla protested, “That is my decision, and it is final.” He went to walk back over to his laptop, in order to erase the files, but Joel stopped him and pushed him backward to where the girls were huddled. Medina then withdrew her gun. “We had a feeling this might happen, and we’re not going to give up on everything we worked for just because you are being deceived by the enemy. No chance.”
Joel withdrew his weapon with one hand and with the other picked up the laptop.
“I had a feeling this might happen…” Will thought to herself. She confidently strutted forward a few paces before Medina stopped her. The agent pulled back the hammer of the gun and nervously stammered, “S-Stay back! I-I will fire!”
Will noticed how much the women seemed to be shaking, weather out of genuine fear, or the weight of the firearm was too much to handle. “Please, you’re shaking so much that you’d probably get a better shot at you’re partner than me!”
Medina held the gun square up to the face of Will, who on the outside did not seem to be fazed, but on the inside was shaking like a leaf. “I hate guns.” Will telepathically thought to the others.
Knowing that her fear could and would be used against her, she channeled it into her voice by threatening, “Now listen lady, if I were you I’d drop that little kids toy right now. Do you know why? Because I’m not playing anymore. There are around one hundred and twenty five of my electrical ‘friends’ in here that could seriously harm you, and I control them all at the click of my fingers. That’s not even counting for my friends here. After hearing that, how do you think that small hunk of metal is going to fair now?”
Medina was shaking more vigorously now. McTiennan saw how petrified his partner was, and held up his gun too, in order to relieve some of the stress from Medina.
“We don’t want to hurt you.” Hay-lin pleaded, “Just give us the laptop and we’ll all be on our way, okay?”
“Fat chance!” McTiennan snarled, slowly edging his way to the door. He was keeping his composer fine; but Medina was in a state of panic, and she was the one behind the gun!
“Alright, this has gone on for far too long.” Taranee stared at the gun the Medina was holding. Her glare could melt steel, literally; after about five seconds, the weapon became unbearable to hold. Median shrieked and threw it to the floor, and Taranee turned it to liquid.
McTiennan saw that he was next and barged through the girls and out the door. He was running like a crazy man down the deserted hallway, and the spectacle seemed vaguely humorous.
Intending for the humor to continue, Irma and Hay-lin combined an attack together and covered the hallway in ice. McTiennan was running too fast to try to stop himself and he flew head over heels on the slippery floor, landing on his back. His gun and the laptop were sprawled everywhere. McTiennan was desperately struggling to get to his feet.
Back in the classroom, Medina had fallen to her knees and was pleading for her life. She didn’t know that the girls didn’t want to harm her, so she already classified her partner as dead. They didn’t even have to threaten Medina to stay put, as she was in no mental position to run anywhere.
McTiennan, led by two of the girls, trudged back into the classroom. Vines were wrapped around his wrists, courtesy of Cornelia. When he joined Medina on the floor next to her, Cornelia created some for his legs too to assure he didn’t try any other half-witted escapes.
Irma handed Sylla the broken remains of the laptop. “Sorry about that. Umm, we don’t have to pay for damages, do we?”
Sylla chuckled, “I was looking for a reason to trash this thing anyway!” He removed the memory card and handed it to Taranee, “This is the last of it, all the photos from my camera are in here; you know what to do with it.”
All the girls smiled as Taranee burned away Medina’s and McTiennan’s last hope of wealth and fame.
Irma saw the despondent looks on both their faces. “Hey cheer up!” she chuckled “There’s always the lottery!”
The rest of the girls chuckled too.
“I’ll take care of these two,” reassured Sylla, smiling. “Meanwhile, you better get to the courtyard; school starts in fifteen minutes.”
The girls all chorused, “Joy.” and ambled off, after giving a few last taunts to the agents…

Nice I wanted to read this yesterday, anyway this is a great read if you would like to post the next chapter/episode .

Chapter Eleven: The Courage to Change Destiny - Part Three

Tuesday. The Knights cave. The trip from Auridia had been a major success. The ruler was a dumb rock-like creature that was almost too easily fooled into surrendering his worlds Heart. They thought they would have to resort to absorbing his life force in order to gain the Heart, but no troubles were necessary.
They were back way before they had expected so Shagon decided to take a trip to the school. He found it a fun atmosphere; unpredictable, if you will. On the outside, it seemed all happy and joyful, but Shagon could smell deceit, betrayal, and hatred in the air. It was like visiting his favorite restaurant. Even better was the fact he could toy with the Guardians, yet be safe from them lashing out at him. It was a form of paradise…
Sheffield Institute. Morning Assembly.
Shagon, one of the first to arrive posing as Matt, sat near the back of the hall on his own. When the girls entered the hall they gave him a cold stare, which he mimicked perfectly.
“What is he doing here?” Will hissed, glaring at him whilst edging to the front row of seats.
They all sighed. “I guess to keep up appearances.” Cornelia suggested “It would look a bit suspicious if ‘Matt’ started skipping school, wouldn’t it?”
Will looked despondent towards Shagon and said, “Sometimes, I really wish that was Matt... I miss him so much…”
“Well clear your head.” Hay-lin grumbled, as she saw Eric take a seat next to Shagon and begin talking with him. “He’s just trying to mess with us. That’s all he wants.” Suddenly, Hay-lin’s face lit up and leaned over to whisper to Will, “Don’t worry, I know what’ll make you laugh…”
Assembly drawled out for what seemed like a decade with various teachers moaning on about things that only Martin would care about.
“And so,” Principal Knickerbocker was finishing her notices at the front of the hall, “the concert, as you know, is moved inside due to the amount of rainfall we’ve been having. There is too much electrical equipment at risk. Any students still wishing to purchase tickets may do so tonight before the concert begins. Of course we have Alchemy and the Grumper’s Jazz performance, the school boys choir,”
“Arrg, I’d rather watch paint dry…” Shagon mumbled to himself, bored witless.
Principal Knickerbocker continued “… a new act, ‘The Dunnsters’. And of course, our very own rock group in the making: Wreck 55!”
Shagon’s eyes grew wider than his outstretched wings. He sat bolt upright, listening intently with shock.
Will and the girls loved it.
Eric nudged Shagon and whispered, “Hey Matt, I know we haven’t had much practice and all, what songs do you think?”
“Um, the songs! Right…” Shagon babbled back nervously. How could he forget that ‘Matt’ was part of the concert! “I don’t know, what do you think?”
“The new one, ’Demon in me’ will go down pretty well. ‘Fire and Ice’? ‘Party rhythm’? I suppose you want to add ‘Will to love’ too don’t you?” Eric winked.
“Um, sure!” Shagon replied, loathing the idea of having to perform in Matt’s place. “Why not just bail on the concert?” He asked himself. “No.” he concluded, as that would get the whole school suspicious of Matt’s whereabouts. “So I’m forced into doing the stupid concert, great.” He couldn’t sing, let alone play the guitar. Something had to be done... “Hey Eric, listen; I really don’t think I can play at the concert tonight.”
“What?!” Eric exclaimed “Why? We need you!”
“Yeah, I know, but I really hurt my hand yesterday playing… basketball. It’s too weak to perform. I’m sorry man.”
Eric somehow bought it, but much to Shagon’s distaste he said, “That’s cool, Dom knows your guitar part. You can still sing, right?”
“Um, yeah, sure!” Shagon once again babbled. He would have to learn, and quick. “Look, I’m sorry, my mind is a bust! Would you mind giving me the lyric sheets again so I can rehearse? I lost them.”
“No problem!” Eric replied “I’ll get them by recess.”
“Look at Shagon!” Irma giggled, “He’s so going to embarrass himself!”
Will looked to Hay-lin, “Thanks Hay-lin, this made me feel sooo much better!”
The principal finished her notices but added, “Oh, one last thing students,” her voice became stern “I would like to see the following students in my office this lunch time: Will Vandom, Irma Lair, Cornelia Hale, Taranee Cook and Hay-lin. That’ll be all. Dismissed.”
The girls all gulped.
Recess. The girls were idly walking round the courtyard, talking, eating snacks, moaning about having to see the principal; when the heard something unfamiliar, yet in a familiar sort of way.
It was singing. Curious, and following it to its source, the girls were both surprised and delighted to find Shagon had taken himself to a lone corner of the courtyard to practice his singing!
“Oh this is rich…” Taranee thought to the others, not wanting to disturb him. You could tell it was Shagon’s first time singing. The girls had to resort to putting their fingers in their ears to try and drown him out, but not wanting to stop watching him. It was too hilarious!
“It sounds like cats being strangled!” moaned Irma.
“It sounds like a tone-deaf toad!” Cornelia complained.
“This’ll be fun, watch!” Will then cleared her throat extremely loudly for Shagon’s benefit, who jumped in shock and froze in place like a statue. “How’s the rehearsals going, Matt?”
Shagon turned to face them. He stared briefly at the damaged leg of Irma with malice in his eyes, but shrugged it off. “I’ve never considered myself much of a musician but-”
“You’re kidding right?” Will laughed “I’ve got an alarm clock at home with better musical talent!”
Shagon clenched his fist, wanting to wipe those mocking smiles off his face, but it would have to wait. He relaxed and taunted, “So what’s this about a detention ladies? You don’t seem the sort to skip out on responsibilities.” He them looked over to Irma, still on crutches. “Oh what have we here! Tut tut, what excuse did you fool your ‘rents with this time? Probably something to match your intelligence level…”
“Hey hey mister!” yelled Irma, limping forward so that Taranee and Hay-lin actually had to hold her back. “I may have one broken leg, but the other one can kick your sorry but back to the rock you crawled out under!”
“Another time child.” He yawned and started to walk away. “Right now, I have a concert to focus on.”
He ambled off triumphantly to the other end of the courtyard. Inside his head was screaming though. The good voice inside his head was collecting more and more troops as the days went on, but not quite enough yet. It didn’t have enough territory yet to control Shagon’s mind, but it was close…
Lunch went by and the girls served their detentions for not helping set up the school for the concert. Principal Knickerbocker was in a good mind to serve them more, but after hearing the girls excuse saying that Irma and Cornelia had an ‘accident’ which left them injured, she let it pass.
With five minutes left of lunch, Will broke away from the group to see if she could snoop out Shagon again. The imbecile decided the girls probably wouldn’t look in the same place twice, so he was back in the isolated corner of the courtyard. Will noticed, to her surprise and amazement, that his singing improved after only an hour of practicing. It still sounded like cats being strangled, however.
Interrupting him, Will teased, “So, I guess you’re desperately trying to find your voice for the concert tonight?”
Shagon calmly spun around, “Finding my voice.” he casually replied, he then smirked and jeered, “Find your boyfriend?”
“I will find Matt.” Will growled. She defiantly smiled and said, “And somehow, I think you’re going to help me!”
“Count on it.” Shagon replied.
Will looked to him with shocked eyes, then Shagon realized what he just said and nervously corrected, “Uh, count on it NEVER HAPPENING!” he awkwardly walked away.
“Victory!” the good portion of Shagon’s mind exclaimed. It turned to address his troops and said, “This is one small victory, but we’ll need many more to turn the tide against our oppressors! Good job men!”
Inside the bad portion, the troops were huddled up working out a battle plan. “This has gone on long enough.” Declared one soldier.
“Agreed.” Continued another, “We must bring together every last bit of strength we have, and launch a subtle yet damaging attack, something to destroy their will to fight on…”
So much talking and bantering and fighting inside the mind of Shagon was giving him a major migraine. He needed to pull himself together in time to preform, but his mind ordered him to do something else first…
Seven o’clock in the evening. Most of the student body had returned to school for the concert starting at within the next half an hour. All the girls were sat at the sidelines of the school hall, having an in with the band they got decent spots. Will excused herself to the bathrooms just before the opening act.
Shagon was leant against the side wall of one of the schools staircases. Debating, concentrating, all the things he normally never had much time for but recently seemed to control his life.
Just the person he needed to see, Will, descended down the staircase and walked past him jeering, “Don’t you have eardrums to shatter?”
“No.” Shagon replied “I’m done.”
Will did a short, sharp laugh and said, “Oh, don’t tell me, stage fright?”
“No…” Shagon sighed “I mean I’m done slaving for Nerissa. But she’s not done with me.”
Will turned round and looked uncertainly over to Shagon. He walked over and placed his hands on both her shoulders, looking her square in the eye’s with a look that showed he was desperate, and continued, “Will, I need your protection. The Knights are searching, and the price of betrayal is death. If I bring you to the real Matt, will you help?”
Will looked away from him and closed her eyes to think. She too was desperate, desperate to find Matt. “That’s a big ‘if’.” She finally answered
Shagon shook her lightly to gain back her full concentration. He looked even more desperate now. “Please. I broke him out of his cell this afternoon. He’s safe, for now, but the Knights are on the prowl. I’m scared - we need to go now!”
Will sighed a frustrated sigh. She wasn’t expecting to have any conversation similar to this so wasn’t sure what to say. “I’ll, unite the other Guardians.”
“Argg! And while you rally them up the Knights could hunt Matt down! Do you want him back? Or not?”
Desperation is a powerful, and overpowering trait; Will nodded, and with no hesitation, Shagon began to run and drag her along through the hallways. She didn’t know where they were going but for some reason it didn’t bother her. Shagon promised Matt and she would do anything just to see him again. Shagon lead her round the back of the gymnasium and up a staircase towards the top of the building. Shagon walked behind Will but for a moment stopped to grasp his head; it was another good vs. evil battle. However, he managed to shrug it off within seconds and continue walking.
Through the walls they could hear the concert begin.
They walked together down a corridor until they reached a door leading onto the roof. Shagon nodded for her to open it.
On the other side, the Knights immediately came into view. Will gasped. Shagon pushed her through the door and locked it behind her, transforming into his fighting form.
“You… betrayed me!” Will stammered.
“Come on, what did you expect?” Shagon jeered in reply, and sent a powerful blast, launching her across half the roof so she landed practically at the Knights feet. He had the power of two Hearts flowing inside him, making him more powerful than ever. Will knew she couldn’t fight them alone, she was outnumbered four to one. She didn’t like those odds, and managed to muster up a telepathic S.O.S. to the other Guardians.
As Will tried to drag herself to her feet and reach down her top for the Heart, Ember sauntered up and fired a hot missile of lava, scolding her arm.
Kor came in now, and lifted her and threw her in the air a fair distance; she landed with a thud on the concrete but not seriously damaged. The Knights were toying with her.
Tridart approached her, lifting her up by her collar and sneered, “What do you think, kill her quickly and steal the Heart, or throw her of the roof and let her die slow?”
Shagon ambled up and said, “Why waste our powers? The latter sounds appealing.”
Before anymore could be said or done, Taranee, Hay-lin, Cornelia and the limping Irma stormed through the door that anymore force would have blown it straight off its hinges! They must have ran the entire way because they were desperately gasping for breath.
The Knights didn’t look all that fazed.
“So, I take it we’re all here to party?” Shagon exclaimed when he saw the group of girls emerge. “Five on four? This won’t be fair… to any of you!”
The Knights open fired at the girls, who scattered to find cover. They chased them around like cat and mouse for a goodly while, finding more pleasure in taunting them than actually harming them.
Shagon dropped out of the fight to rest his pounding head for a second; it had been giving him turmoil all day. On and on his mind waged war on itself, never coming to any certain conclusion it seemed, and obviously Shagon had no say in it.
The Knights carried on battling without him and Will recovered to her feet. Unfortunately, she couldn’t unite the Guardians in time and so was forced to play a part in this dangerous game of tag.
Cornelia used her one good hand to strike the ground, causing it to shatter and launch the rubble at Kor. He plowed through them with not even a scratch.
“Will! What are you waiting for, springtime! Guardian us up already!” Cornelia pestered as she dodged out of the way of the charging Kor.
“Kinda busy at the moment here Corny.” Will replied as she was running and jumping left to right, trying to avoid Tridart’s icy attack. He landed on the ground, not restraining from laughing at the simplicity of it all. He shot around and Will was lucky enough to manage to throw herself out of the way from a powerful strike just in time. However, she didn’t judge her location and launched herself full pelt into a brick wall. Down, but not out, she reached into her t-shirt and groggily exclaimed, “Finally… Guardians, unite!”
The girls were transformed in a matter of seconds, and felt great with their amplified powers. The moment didn’t last long.
Ember landed close to Taranee, parallel to Tridart. Not waiting for the double team attack she taunted, “Okay flame girl, let’s see how much heat you can take!” She launched a stream of lava, hurtling towards Taranee.
Luckily, Taranee quickly flew out of the way, looking to where the lava was now heading and smirked, “More than your boyfriend!”
The lava knocked the unaware Tridart to the ground. Ember indignantly protested, “He is not my boyfriend!”
Unfortunately for Taranee, that was about the best offense she got in the fight.
Shagon’s head was still screeching in agony. He managed to join the battle a few times, as they were always winning. He had no worries there. His one, minor worry you could say, was when Will went after him, seeking revenge for his ‘betrayal’.
He managed to hold his own pretty well, it was his head that was his impairment.
Irma tried to keep out of the fight due to her already damaged leg. She made easy pickings for the recovered Tridart, who circled overhead. He let lose a sharp rainfall of icicles above Irma; luckily, Taranee flew there in time and created a shield to protect them both, but it wouldn’t hold long.
Taranee summoned all she had to push her streams of fire back upwards towards Tridart. It only worked for long enough for Irma to find cover. In the end, Taranee had to be saved by Hay-lin when Kor went in on the charge for her as well
It didn’t take long before they were all battered and bruised, with Irma out of the fight and Cornelia already injured, they made easy pickings for the Knights.
Will and Shagon were dueling in the air. Shagon was trying not to draw any attention to his throbbing head, so while he was shooting he said, “I feel really bad about letting the band down, I’d tried so hard as well to learn that song!”
“Oh don’t worry, if you’re lucky I’ll spare your backstabbing life in time for Matt’s set, but don’t count on it.” Will replied, launching a bolt of lightning that narrowly missed Shagon.
Shagon chuckled, “Oh, you’ll spare my life, will you?” Shagon paused to try and quickly shift the pounding in his head. Tridart looked up briefly, and from his angle he saw his master somehow weakened and vulnerable to a seriously harmful attack from the Guardian girl. He flew upwards and launched a strike of ice. Out of the corner of Shagon’s eye, he saw the stream of ice aimed at Will and shot a semi-powerful blast, knocking Will out of the line of fire.
Tridart returned to the other Guardians, assuming Shagon was in a unhurt condition and able to fight.
Will launched another bolt, but this time Shagon managed to catch it and grasp it in the palm of his hands. He intended to aim it at Will, but his arms had other intentions and the bolt struck Kor on the back of the head, wounding him.
“What’s wrong with me…” Shagon murmured to himself. He managed to aim an attack, this time hitting Will and knocking her to the ground.
On the ground, the Guardian’s weren’t having much luck either. The Knights would knock them down so fast that they struggled to get back up to their feet. But they did.
Shagon was torn between his chosen targets. Sometimes he would aim for Will and strike a wounding blow, other times the blast would digress and vaporize away or to launch to another target.
Will arose to her feet, struggling to stand but managing a fighting stance. He shot an eye beam at her which she didn’t have time to dodge or counter, so instead she crossed her arms over her chest to use her arms as an electric shield. The blast got absorbed into her and the force pushed her slowly backwards but did not overpower her. Shagon was not sending any full powered blasts.
One side of his mind, the bad side, dominated for a brief moment and hit her at full strength, launching her a good twenty feet before she collided with another nearby wall. She hit hard. Very hard.
Shagon saw the battered Will lying on the ground as an easy target. He approached, and saw no sign of her attempting a counter attack. The other Guardians were now laid to waste on the floor, therefore no one posed an issue.
He clutched at his head once more, both sides of his mind arguing what to do next. “Kill her, kill her now!” barked one side.
“Don’t do it, you don’t need to! You can change!” insisted the other.
“Do it!” “Don’t do it!” “Do it!” “Don’t do it!” “Do it!” “Don’t do it!” “Do it!” “Don’t do it!”
The voices silenced. Shagon looked down at Will, and simply held out his hand…

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