Figment Reborn

Chapter 9 Train of Mirrors

"Hey, guys!" Niall yelled, "We found something!" Firrelol shut his book softly and felt the textured letters on the book a last time.

Niall was in the other room with Zayn, Liam, and Jane. They had open a book with maps and charts of everything in this city. Every route and every tunnel.

"What is this?" Firrelol asked.

"We don't really know, we don't speak this language,"

"Well, I wish I could help you but, I do know this. This is a Witch's writing. I know how to find them,"

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The streets were dark and the sky was clear. The stars almost overpowering the moon. Jane's eyes were on the verge of an ice cold blue.

"Jane, are you sure you want to come?" Niall asked. His eyebrows were raised to show that he cared.

"Yeah I am sure,"

"I, one the other hand," Rida began, "am not. These are witches, guys. Do you even know how to get in?"

"Get in where?" I asked.

"To the Queen." Zayn said. We were right outside the fence of Rida's house. I for one, was ready to leave.

"So, the plan is we are just going to have Nadia let us in at the gate, She will tell us where to go once we are in there," Harry said. "She will lead us to the Queen,"

"Why the Queen?" I ask.

"Doesn't really have to, I guess." Harry said.

"Well, we should be going, the parties usually start about now." Rida said, "Arm yourselves." He went behind the fence and came back with a trunk. It had three golden buckles and a phrase written in Latin in a spidery cursive.

"Take as many as you like." Rida said. Liam bent down to unlock it. This task only took him a minute. Afterwards, everybody had taken their weapon of choice within seconds. Not including others as backups.

I grabbed a bow with a red handle and I strapped a gun to the side of my leg. Zayn took a dagger with a silver hilt and handed it to me.

"This would look great on you," He said as he smiled. I smiled and put it in with my arrows that I had slung over my shoulder.

The road became darker as we went along. Seeing this town at night made me really see all of its ugly. The dry gleam of a rusted metal roof. The dust of the road behind us swirling in the starlight. Everyone of the tarnished bicyles that we past made me shiver with discomfort.

"Hey," I say to Zayn, "Why is Nadia leading us? I am surprised Firrelol is letting her stay up this late," Zayn gave me a half smile and began talking, "Nadia is a hybrid, Her mother was a witch named Matara. She was among the most amazing women I have ever met. No doubt,"

"Are all witches connected in the head?"

"Somewhat, Nadia's power is also helping her. She has the power of insight, intellect, and intellegence. Nadia really doesn't have many limits."

"What makes me anymore powerful than her?"

"Nadia isn't a true Figment, you are." Zayn said.

We were walking all the way to the tram station and to my suprise, we were already there. The train's glass walls and doors made it reflective like a mirror.The polished stone waiting shelter and been locked in and the glass door slided open. There were many people of many races. There was a group of werewolves in the back and there were vampires in the front.

"Where do we sit?" Louis asked.

"How about in the middle?" Harry said. There was one girl in the middle possibly our age with dark hair and a small frame. She was wearing a black dress and a jean jacket with all black All-Stars. She had a necklase that held a small red stone with a matching golden braclet. The girl was looking down so her stick strait midnight hair was covering most of her face.

Louis went up to her and gave her a tap on the shoulder, "May we sit?" He said.

The girl looked up at us reavealing silver cat eyes.

A Witch.