Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies

I'm On My Way.

"Ladies, might I remind you that tomorrow there will be no lessons, in order to pay respect to our fallen sisters who died at the salem witch trials. thank you"

Tomorrow would be Delia's chance to bring Misty back from hell.

Delia had to prepare today, so she went to work, setting up a station where she could perform the special Decensum, that would hopefully take her to Misty's hell, where she would return. Its easier the second time, she had been told, by Queenie. Who's personal hell was serving chicken and seeing the same people, queuing for the same chicken. Delia was determined to bring Misty back

she wouldn't live another day without her. She couldn't.

Misty had beautiful golden hair which smelt of the trees that grow in the forest, her skin was smooth and silky to the touch, and her smile. Her smile could make the busiest people turn and look. When she twirled it was hypnotic,

Her eyes, her eyes would pierce your soul, Misty would turn the straightest of girls, into bisexuals. There was something mysterious about Misty, and Mysteriousness is the most sexy thing. Delia broke a sweat just thinking about her..

Knock! Knock! It was Zoe

"Miss Cordelia, I just want you to know that this is very dangerous,  are you ready to do it? the sun is going down." Zoe said, almost hesitant.

"Yes, I am ready, of course I'm ready, I'm The Supreme, I was born ready."

Delia laid back, closed her eyes, clutching onto one of Misty's shawls.

" Offendit te transferre nihil invenies quod iustum est, et non pertinet ad hoc quod in effectu intuebantur t animus stoey!"

Bright colours appeared, a strange tingling sensation ran up Delia's legs, through her veins, the colours seemed to spin in circles of pinks, blues, greens and yellows..

She felt warm

then cold.

She felt Happy

and then sad.

It was more than a mood swing, it was a mood merrygoround.

She focused on the swirling colours, focused hard, thought about Misty.

THUD.

Cordelia felt the cold ground, her eyes were shut.

It felt like a wooden floor, yes, yes it was a wooden floor.

She could smell fresh air.. and.. and fish?

She opened her eyes, she was in a cabin, a wooden log cabin, with two chairs out front, she could hear sobbing,  there was a bottle of whiskey on the table.

"Misty?"

No reply.

"Misty? Are you here?"

No answer, Delia walked into another room, the view was stunning of a river,  there were catfish hanging on the porch of the house

"Misty?"

"Delia?" Came a voice..

No.. no it couldn't be..

it couldn't be.

Delia slowly turned around, fearing the worst..

"Fiona.."

*End Of Story One*