The Rainbow Revenge

Chapter 6(66) *unedited* according to lily, we're on chapter satin.)

Timothy

A letter to the wizard...

Now, normally I'd never do anything about an old cabin in a forest on an otherwise empty island. It was so obviously a wizard dwelling, the secluded island, the moss growing on the side, and most obviously the look of it. It looked like it belonged, which was a hard look for a cabin smack-dab in the middle of an island to pull off. But Em' ran inside without a second thought... Dangit.

-Your student who is currently screaming gibberish about anti-social wizards and cabins on islands to a girl who is probably dead already... Yeesh

Emmalyn

Dear Diary,

So, Tim is being weird again. Are all wizards this weird or did we just get an outlier? Whatever. I went to explore the house we'd seen on our exploring trip, greet the inhabitant, ask for food, etcetera, and he starts blabbering on about wizards and other stuff. Jeez. The place was empty anyways, there was a thick layer of dust on all the junk, and there were cobwebs littering the ceiling. Tim eventually tip-toed in, looking like he'd seen a ghost. "We need to leave..." he said, like a crappy horror movie character. "Why?" I asked, examining the bookshelf. No good books, just textbooks. "This is a wizard dwelling, and a water wizard at that. We need to go before they come back..." he said, still not explaining much.

"The wizard must've left. Look at this place. If a building could be dead, this would be buried six feet underground." Tim examined the dust, the cobwebs, and nodded. Then, he went outside dramatically. Time to follow him.

-Em'

Timothy

Another letter to the wizard,

There's a grave somewhere. The wizard must've died or something. No wizard could leave their house in such a state. If a wizard left, they could take their house with them. Behind the house there was a tree. Most wizard graves are by trees. There, there was... Nothing. What? I ran back inside, looking for answers.

-Your student who is being yelled at for being a horror movie cliche

Emmalyn

Dear Diary

TIM IS STUPID. STUPID! STUPID!! STUPID!!!!!

Stupidly dramatic. Stop running and explain!

Anyways, we got back in the house, and he picked up a journal on the desk, flipped through it, and gave it to me. "What the hell?" I politely asked. He shook his head. "NOT AN ANSWER!" I shouted. He shrugged, and picked up a few random scrolls. "We need to leave." He said dramatically. I sighed, and we left.

-Em'