HYBRID (Now a draft)

Twenty

Three.....

Two.....

One..............

Twyla's eyes opened to the vast darkness surrounding her. 

The energy she had stored in a part of her body had been activated upon seeing the huge piece of debris heading straight for her. Her golden eyes were two reflective pools of light. She waded forward, flapping her arms. Max. He had smashed a vial. Vials meant illusions. Where did he get that vial? And how was that he smuggled that vial past the guards? Everything he had was taken from him.

Where were her friends? She floated. This was one strong illusion. Illusions that faked images were a starter. But illusions that simulated touch, feel and space time sensation? Max had taken this to another level. Illusions were the craftings of spellcasters ,Max is an Enchanter, Twyla could feel it. He was no Spellcaster. Definitely not a witch or wizard. They are pretty much banished from the kingdom. All gone without a trace, like the majority of the dragon population.

He must've had help. Suddenly she remembered. Max was shut into a cell with another person inside, who was it? She bent into her thinking pose, a hand under her chin, the other beneath her elbow. 

It was the girl with no name.

Criminal code W110. W-one-one-zero.

The petite doll face girl who stole one of the head keeper's potions. Who had broke into one of the highly surveillanced areas of the temple. Not many could enter, much less break in. Evellyn had cast her straight into the dungeons. Saying she was a great potential for trouble.  

And Max had been shut in with her. 

What were the guards thinking? The cells were all occupied, and she had asked the other minor guards to through him into whatever cell they wished. They had chosen Cell 0.  She hadn't give it much thought. What had she been thinking? There have been numerous uprisings lately, and many were thrown into the dungeons. The girl with no name's doings were kept a secret between the temple keepers and Ev. It was a big embarrassment so no one knew much about the girl. The guards probably thought she was harmless. 

Twyla propelled herself upward. Her cape gently nudged her cheek. She swam until she found a small figure glowing violet in the dark.

 Evellyn standing amidst the statue of the Seven. The only place the illusion couldn't transform. The statues on a disk floating in hollow space. Evellyn's long hair drifted slowly behind her. Her back was turned to Twyla. She knelt before the Leader, hands clasped, eyes closed,her expression solemn. She was muttering something.

It was so quiet. Small specks of light were adrift. 

Twyla stepped onto the disk.

"Twyla." Evellyn didn't even lift her head.

" It's starting isn't it?" Said Twyla softly.

" It is."

Evellyn muttered some more. She began to glow. A breeze formed. Her hair began to flutter rapidly around her. She rose gently, spreading her arms to her sides. A pair of snow-white  wings grew from her back and elongated and spread in a wide graceful arc behind her. She sighed.

She murmured a word.

 Seven rays of violet shot forward, each touching the tip of the bottom of each statue. Their eyes began to pulse in violet. A faint melody began, it grew into a chorus of blinding joy and happiness and hidden sorrow.

The statues began their chant:

Seven chosen, one for all

The forgotten, a beauty, a silent call

Love will blind , hope will vanish 

 Despair will awaken,  many will perish

Lost souls withered, twisted , soon shall be cherished

Feathers tossed, wings broken, the painful burden short but sudden

Tears of woe,stars alight, flee in sight of sodden might

Fierce yet weak, short yet tall,

Good yet ill,  dumb yet shrill,

As dawn approaches, the sword is frill,

Seven must become one to instill.

 Lead the path of sight, 

Lead the path of the spectrum, 

Lead the path of the final light.

Lead the path of the swan.

Evellyn sighed once more. She turned around and put a hand on Twyla's shoulder. 

" It has begun."