Not That Evil

Chapter Eight

 Evie went back to go get Mal, since she hadn't followed me. I sat there marveling at the wand. It looked beautiful. It was made of a sleek white material, coated in gold wrapping. Evie came back seconds later with Mal, who looked down at the wand with us. She smiled, hope in her olive green eyes.

"Whoo!" Jay shouted, racing off towards the stairs. The others quickly followed, but I lingered there for a few seconds. The wand seemed to be surrounded by something blue. It looked almost like... a barrier, or a force field.

"Hera."

I turned to see Carlos poking his head through the entrance to the stairs. I smiled and followed him. We entered the chamber of the wand, and got close to the pedestal. Now everyone seemed to notice the blue barrier except for Jay. He climbed over the fencing and reached his hand out.

"Jay, no!" Mal cried, but she was too late. As soon as Jay's hand touched the barrier, he was thrown back with an extreme force, and a blazing, piercing alarm went off. Everyone covered their ears for a few seconds, then we all looked at each other and dashed away, knowing that alarm would wake up the guard. We raced through the corridors we had come through, desperate to leave. We moved down the stairs lightning fast. So fast, in fact, that I tripped and fell down most of the stairs. I landed with a thud at the end of the final flight, and Carlos anf Jay helped me up. My head was pounding and spinning, but I was able to follow Mal and Evie out. Carlos lingered behind to tell off some other guards, until we called out to him.

"Carlos!" I cried.

"You're welcome," he sighed.

My head hurt so bad that I couldn't run anymore. I collapsed to the ground, and Jay picked me up, half carrying-half dragging me. As soon as Carlos caught up, Jay full blown picked me up and we dashed off.

"Way to go, Jay!" Mal sighed. "Now we have to go to school tomorrow."

I sighed and gently sat down on my bed, head still burning and spinning. The littlest noises set off a splitting headache. And thanks to the wonderful powers of karma, there was a knock on my door, which sent a deep pain shooting through my skull. I screamed, it was so bad, and the person entered. I half expected to see Prince Jon, but instead, Carlos entered. I tried to smile at him, but I failed miserably. It quickly twisted into a frown, making me want to cry. Carlos sat down and placed a hand on back.

"You alright?" He asked. Tiny needles shot through my brain, but I spoke.

"No, and noises make my head hurt even more, so I'd prefer if I went to bed."

"Alright," Carlos sighed. Before he left, he pulled me into a hug.

"'Night, Hera," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Carlos."

He left the room and turned off the lights as he went out. I crawled under my covers and fell asleep instantly, dreaming of people banging on my head with tiny hammers.