The Strange Case of the Swapped Sides

12

Thomas was shaking, both from the cold that had begun to settle over the forest and his most recent anxiety attack. Logan had an awkward arm wrapped around him in an attempt at comfort, he was still learning.

Deceit, or should I say Janus now, pulled his mini cape tighter around his shoulders, it was definitely getting colder. He was starting to recognize the area they were in. They were close.
"Perhaps we should try shouting for Roman, maybe he's nearby."

Virgil shrugged.
"Better than nothing. ROMAN!"

Virgil's call was met with intense screaming. Immediately, Virgil and Logan broke off into a run, the others right behind.

When they found Roman, he was collapsed on the ground, shaking and sobbing. Virgil knelt beside him.
"Roman. Roman it's okay. We're here. You're safe."

Roman shook his head.
"No... no. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. I can't save him."

Logan, Patton, and Janus joined Virgil. Patton adjusted his glasses and cocked an eyebrow.
"Save who?"

Roman sobbed harder, his tears turning the dirt below his face to mud.
"He... he was the DragonWitch. He's going to... to take him."

Logan was beginning to feel frustrated.
"Take WHO?"

Roman sat up finally in a panic.
"THOMAS!"

They all looked back at where they had entered the clearing, where they had left Thomas standing.

And Thomas was gone.