Jean
The dragon opened its mouth and the flame came roaring out in a hot jet.
Fear flashed across everyone's face.
"Duck behind me!" Jean shouted in commanding tone. Jean opened her arms and throw a barrier of telekinesis around her and her friends. She could feel the heat on her telekinesis.
While the dragon is breathing fire, someone jumped off from the back of the dragon. It was a man. Jean saw it as he landed with a thud. He was wearing a fine charcoal-gray suit. He turned to the two hostages cocooned in Bobby's ice. The man spoke a single word and snapped his fingers and then the ice binding the two hostages shattered.
"The dark lord sent me," the man speaks to the women who attacked Wanda earlier. "He is wondering what is taking
Bellatrix & Proxima so long. Let's go now.""What about the Scarlet Witch?" asked the woman with horns.
"That could wait," replied the dapper looking man. "For now get your weapons and let's leave."
"The bitch has my wand," the woman in black cloak says before shotting a dagger look at Jean. The dapper looking man snaps his finger again and then the wand tied from Jean's waistband zoomed towards the witch in black cloak. The man snaps his finger again and the trident of the horned woman hurled towards its owner, it stopped midair in front of her. The horned headed woman grabbed ahold of it.
"Is there anything else? No? Then, let's go," the man said continuosly. They levitated from the ground then floated towards the fire-breathing dragon. Once they were mounted on the back of the dragon, the dragon stopped breathing fire on Jean's telekinetic barrier. The dragon turned around and take off.
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The Mystics
FanfictionVoldemort is the greatest and most terrible wizard the world has ever seen. Awakened by Dr. John Dee with the help of Bastet, The Morrigan, Bellatrix Lestrange, & Proxima Midnight, Voldemort seeks to create a new world order. As the fate of the worl...