The Broken Crystal

Chapter Nine

They were walking up the mountains. Crystal, Dean, Ethan and Greg all struggled to keep up with the two werewolf girls. Especially when the rocky path made a sharp turn to the left, leading them further away, not only from the forest, but also from all the hopes and memories that were buried there. And to where? They didn't know. After they had told the girls everything about themselves, they had at least hoped they would get the same in return. Instead, the only thing the strangers had given them was another threat; If any of them as much as dared to object, on anything really, they would all be killed. So, of course, no one did.

The four werewolves walked in silence, while the two strangers talked to each other, bickering as they did.

"Come on, Haven. It'll be fun," said Evanna, bringing the sword in her hand closer to her eye, staring intently at the single drop of blood on its shaft.

"No, we can't trust them. It's unsafe to bring them there."

Evanna rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop fucking worrying, already! You know we can easily kill them off if they turn out to be traitors. But," she stole a glance in the group's direction, "usually traitors don't look as if they have just been driven over by a truck."

Haven crossed her arms, suddenly unnerved. She opened her mouth to say something, but never did.

Crystal listened to the conversation, desperately wanting to find out something about the direction they were going in. Where were they being taken? She looked up, but the end of the mountain was nowhere to be seen. If they were supposed to hike all the way to the top, it could take hours, maybe even days.

Trying to take her mind off the dreadful thought, she focused on the girls' faces. She wanted to know the appearances of those who may turn out to be their saviours. Or their killers.

The first thing that struck you about Evanna was her eyes. They were brown; a huge contrast to her icy skin. But what really caught your attention about them was the almost golden color they got in the sunlight. They were gazing at the sky, like there was something in the clouds only they could see. The girl's hair was the colour of ash, honey stripes illuminating it so it almost looked blonde. It was cut to her shoulders and framed her face beautifully. She was tall, Crystal noticed. Probably only four inches lower than Dean, maybe less.

Haven was the complete opposite of her. She was petite and curvy, her skin like caramel. Crystal couldn't see her hair as it was hidden under a white shawl, but she still spotted a dark strand peeking out. Haven's eyes were the blackest of brown; causing the white in them to become more distinctive. Thick, long lashes framed and softened them, making her look almost like a deer. But even though her eyes looked innocent, tender even, there was also something else in them. Something dangerous, something dark.

The two girls suddenly stopped, so abruptly Crystal almost crashed into one of them. She opened her mouth, about to apologize, when Haven turned around and said: "We're here."

The group frowned as they looked around, their gazes locking on the edge of a cliff. Other than stone and bushes, that was all there was. "What? I don't understand. What are we supposed to do?" Crystal turned to the one who had spoken; Ethan. With his eyebrows knitted together and his eyes narrowed, he looked as confused as she felt.

Evanna smirked, pointing the tip of her sword in the cliff's direction. "Jump."

Their mouths dropped, their eyes widened, their heart stopped mid-beat. Then, all at once, they began to back away, nearly tripping over each other in their fright. Oh, their reaction couldn't have been more precious, Evanna thought, a laugh escaping her mouth. She slid her sword back to its sheet. "I'm kidding, you faggots." The girl was still chuckling, even when the four fools glared at her, utter disbelief and slight embarrassment displayed on their faces.