I felt better about myself and my conduring after Mystery's little pep talk. I leaned in to hug her, to show her that I was okay and to thank her. Just as our arms touched, the power in the whole school went out.
"LOCK DOWN! Secure. . . Not a. . .LOCK DOWN!" That's all I could hear through the P.A over the noise of the screaming kids in my class. I was panicking. Was this just a drill? I got my answer when I hear the first of many fireballs thrown.
I was huddled in the corner of my classroom, next to Mystery and Narina Small. She was an okay friend, but I wouldn't invite her over to my house or anything. OK not the point. The point was our school was under attack.
Our class was almost pitch black because we had the curtains down, a sheet over the door and all the lights out. Plus all the smoke that was surrounding the entire school, I was guessing. I could barely breath, but I then put a clearing spell on the class so the smoke would leave (why the teacher hadn't thought of this was beyond me). But I was comforted by the dark, in a way. It felt like I was lying in bed at home, all snuggled into my covers, awaiting dawn. But this was not home. This was hell on earth.
I heard another fireball a few minutes after. It sounded closer to our wing of the school, the 11-12 year wing. I was clutching Mystery's arm like it would save my life from whatever danger lay outside our classroom door. I was afraid. Well wouldn't you be too?
I heard someone screaming words outside the door, but it wasn't understandable. It was a manly voice. It sounded dangerous. It sounded like the voice of the devil, or the voice of Dark. The devil of the witch afterlife. It sounded like he was here, in our school.
I started to smell the smoke again. It smelt toxic, like the fireballs being fired were poisonous or made with a toxin of some sort. I was even more afraid now. I hoped so bad that our class wouldn't get hit. I was praying that we wouldn't get hurt and that if anyone else in the school got hurt, I prayed they would be okay too. That's when I saw something glowing outside our classroom window, something that was getting bigger and brighter by the second.
WE ALL TRIED TO GET OUT OF THE DEPRIS THAT WAS LETF BEHIND FROM THE BALL. I was stuck under a ceiling pannel and I think my left leg was broken. I was screaming out in pain. I then saw Salem was stuck under the same panel. No he wasn't stuck, he was trying to help me. It was no use though, these panels weighed like 200lbs.
There was no way I was getting out of this alive. I tries to use my powers, but the smoke had dried me clean of magic. I was dehydrated, I was stuck, I was waiting for the next ball to come and hit me again, I was starting to get light-headed. I was doomed.
I heard more screaming, screams of pain and screams from the enemy. I felt his darkness getting closer to me, though he was still far enough away. He was getting closer by the second. I had maybe 30 seconds to get out from under this panel before he saw me and I was dead for sure. I saw another bright light, I knew it was my time to die. Just before the ball hit me, I heard something deflect it. I was shocked I could almost breath again. Nope that was just the wind from the whole that was now in the wall. I heard another ball come towards me, deflected. I heard someone swear. I heard someone else tell the attacker off. I then felt the Darkness' energy getting weaker, he was leaving.
I was overjoyed, but I couldn't move an inch to show it. I was jumping up and down on the inside though. I heard someone come around me and face me. I looked up to see who it was. Salem, maybe Mystery. No. That's when I saw him. Who he was exactly, I didn't know. But I felt like I knew him. I felt like he was someone that was destined to be in my life. Nevertheless, I knew he was my saviour.
I TRIED TO STAY CONSCIOUS, I really did try. But I still blacked out. I was looking at his face when I did. That was the image that stuck in my head as I drempt.
I was walking down the halls of my school. I was heading to class, but no one else was around. I decided to ignore it and keep walking to class. I was about to walk through the door when I heard someone behind me. I could feel his breath down my neck. I could smell his Darkness. I knew it was the attacker from just minutes before. I was scared stiff. I didn't move. I was starting to panick again. I didn't know what to do. I felt him hold something up to my head, his hand. Oh no. He was going to shoot me again with a fireball. I was done for.
Then I heard someone come up behind me and pull the man away from my head. I turned around to see the mystery man holding the attacker in his grasp. I was so relieved. I saw my hero take the attackers head in his hands. One hand on his left ear, his right hand, and his left hand behind his head. I couldn't see the attacker face now because my hero's arm was covering it. I didn't know what he was going to do. Then I saw my hero twist the attackers head to the side. I heard a snap. I knew he had snapped his neck and killed him.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what the dream meant. All I knew was my saviour was looking over me again. His eyes were gazing into my soul. I was transfixed. I knew he was the only person in the world that truly understood me. Who understood my life and the problems I'm facing.
"Hi. I'm Griffin. Don't worry about a thing. You're in good hands." His voice was deep and enchanting. I couldn't respond. So I just nodded.
"Incase you were wondering, I was the one who saved your life. I don't want to sound cocky or anything but you were my best save of the year. I'm a crimefighter. I'm like a firefighter but a little more intense."
I nodded slightly, still in shock. I wanted to tell him my name, but I couldn't. When he asked me what my name was, I froze. If only I could talk. That's when he handed me a piece of paper and a pen. I scribbled the words "My name is Vesta" onto the page. I handed it over.
"Vesta," he read, "that's a pretty name. Who came up with it?"
I took the pad of paper once more and wrote "My father. He says he wanted me to have a unique name, that way I would be remebered.". I also wrote about how I was next in line for Coven leader and about my family. We talked this way until we got to the hospital.
