Misty and I gasped. What? How? The girl was... was dead. Just like that. Mr. Smith was calm, but sorrow filled his face.
"Her body rejected the blood because her powers weren't in it. I suppose that means her ambitions killed her." He then kindly asked us to leave before contacting some other instructors.
A few hours later, the whole school was called to attend the funeral. Bright flowers filled the newly made cemetery site. Many parents weeped by the open caskets that filled most of the yard. It was beautiful, but full of grief. A few hours after the ceremony, Storm, Misty, and I were called down. We met Storm halfway and then proceeded down to the field. Storm was kind of rough looking, probably from his brother's death.
"Hey, What time does this thing start at?" Misty asked Storm so that he would have to speak at one point. We both already knew, 1:30.
"Umm... 1:45 I think." He said.
"Wrong!" Misty said, playfully jutting a finger in his face, "1:30!"
"Oh," Storm said softly, "We're gonna be late!" He then exclaimed. He was right! It was 1:29! We raced down the hallways, twisting every corner with agility. Finally, we were there.
"May I have Storm Skye and Misty and Skylar Blue." We walked over. "Thank you for your courage." he told us. We were awarded beautiful medals with all the elements on them.
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Windswept (completed)
FantasySkylar and Misty Blue were nothing more than foster girls attending Shady Oak Middle School, until the strange events that had been happening all their life just got stranger. Soon they learn about a whole new society, where they find their inner w...
