ɢᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ, ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴏʟᴏᴍᴜʟᴇ!

fear

There is silence, until Gus breaks it. Confused, he asks, "What? Of course it is. These stones were theirs. We shouldn't take them." 

"Even if these witches were alive, what would illusionists use Galdorstones for? High-def party tricks?" Bria scoffs. Something inside of me desperately wants to stick up for him, and it's the biggest struggle yet to push it down. Stay silent, Matt. Stay safe. "Come on, Gus. Don't you wanna power up those cool spells of yours?"

Gus looks disgusted. (I hope he never looks at me like that.) "No. This isn't right. I won't let you steal these." Angrily, but scarily calmly, Bria says, "I don't think you know what you're saying, Gus."

I'm not sure if it's lucky or unlucky when Angmar runs in screaming. "It's real! The guardian is real! And it's coming this way!" he frantically shouts. Probably unlucky, considering the circumstances, but at least I didn't stick up for Gus.

Titan, that sounds wrong. 

Everyone starts screaming as what I assume is the guardian of the graveyard roars. My friends begin to nervously chatter about the guardian's so-called skills.

"I heard it has the power to control weather," whimpers Angmar. "And ghosts!" Gavin adds. "Well, I wonder if it can handle a little fire," says Bria cockily, pushing Gus into the guardian's line of fire.

He again reaches for his collar, then pauses and anxiously pats himself down. "I'm all out of glyphs!" he shouts with a fearful gasp. In a passing moment I wonder what a glyph is, and think that I'll have to look them up at the library when this is all over.

The guardian roars again, with more power than before (if that's even possible). Gus is knocked over with a yell, and I jump forward to help him (stupid, stupid) before Bria pulls me back. I toss her a glare dripping with malice before turning my attention back to the battle, if you can call it that.

The guardian furiously growls. Saying something to himself, I catch the words "illusion" and "scare" before casting a large spell circle. Something blasts out of the blue-tinted spell and circles the guardian before the large monster poofs into a raggedy old man. 

Before my brain can process this turn of events, Bria steps forward with an evil grin. "So... the big bag guardian is just another useless illusionist." My fists ball up as she continues. "Ha! Today just keeps getting better."