What will happen! Let's see! (Short A/N, I know, whatever.)
~Emma's POV~
Mitch, Jason, Em, and I had gotten separated from everyone else. Mitch and I were walking ahead of Jason and Em. We were talking about our upcoming panel when suddenly, someone hit Mitch from behind, and both fell over. I looked down and saw Jason on top of Mitch. "Jason, what happened?" I asked him."I was walking with Em and she went pale, then I got shoved forward into Mitch. I spun around quickly, as did Mitch and Jason. Mitch gasped, and my eyes widened. There stood a man I never wanted to see again. My father. And worse still, he had a gun up to Em's back.
'Look at whose behind you.' I thought, scared. She turned her head around.
"Either you come with me willingly, or I tell your boyfriends your little secret." He said, and I looked at the boys, who were now confused. Oh no. They can't know. Not now.
"Em?" I heard Jason say, worried. "What secrets does he mean?"
~Em's POV~
Oh god! I can't tell Jason! He'll run, or put me in a research facility. "Well, tell the pretty boy." My father laughs, and presses the gun farther into my back. I grimace. Suddenly, the gun disappears, and I fall forward. I turn around to see a small girl, and a lot of boys, all of whom I recognize. The girl is Lidya, and she brought Team Crafted and friends. One boy is standing next to her, arm around her shoulder. Brice. I smile, and feel myself being picked up by someone. I look up to see Jason helping me stand."You okay?" He asks me, worriedly.
"I'm fine." I tell him, and smile. Then we hear a shriek. I spin around quickly to see my father, with a gun in one hand and Lidya in the other. She shrieks again as he presses the gun up to her head.
"Em and Emma, come with me, and this girl lives." He laughs maniacly, and Lidya whimpers. I scan the Team Crafted crowd, and I notice something. Seto's eyes are starting to glow. I hear Brice and Adam, who are at the front of the group, gasp. I turn back to see the gun glowing purple, like Seto's eyes. The gun starts to shake, until it flies out of my father's hand, and toward Team Crafted. Right as the gun is about to hit Adam square in the face, it stops glowing, and drops straight to the floor at Adam's feet. Everyone forms a circle around the gun, staring at it. I see Seto slip away, so I follow him.
"I saw you, Seto. I know what you did." He stops moving and turns around."Em? Why are you here? And what did you see?"
"I saw your eyes, Seto. I know you moved that gun." He looks at me again, then his eyes glow and he starts to disappear. I grab his arm, and I feel myself teleporting as well.
I find myself in a hotel room, Seto next to me. He is pacing back and forth. He glances at me and, realizing I'm awake, starts to speak, still pacing. "I don't understand!" He exclaims. "How would the power be terminated? How would the gun just stop? How did you see me?""To answer all of your questions, look." I stand up, and Seto looks at me. I rise into the air, Seto staring. Then, to his surprise, objects around the room start to rise up as well. Seto's eyes glow purple, then his hands, and he flies up after me, more objects following him, all glowing purple. We look at eachother, and both of us loose our concentration, so everything in the air, including us, falls to the floor. We just stare at eachother for a long time, then I speak.
"A sorcerer." I say simply.
"Wha?" He looks very confused.
"You're a sorcerer. I don't know where Emma and I got our powers, but that's why our dad is after us." I tell Seto everything about Emma and I. Her powers, my powers, our history. Then he tells me his. We talk for a while, then I get up and leave his hotel room, going back to my own. Seto is a sorcerer. I think about that for a while, then I realize what I have to do, and a new question enters my mind. What will Emma think?
I'm done with this chapter. Bye. I'm so tired. Until next time, Seeya!
~Rain 🌈
(Starts snoring)
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The War For Magic (A Team Crafted Fanfic)
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