Just a touch of magic

Just a touch of magic

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"What is this place?" I ask snapping the latch behind me carefully before crouching down to look at the mystifying chunks of black, glowing rocks around us. "I - I don't know..." Becca whispered hastily, sounding just as scared and puzzled as I felt. Slowly I crouched down onto my knees. Whatever these small rocks were made of, they weren't meant for comfort. They pierced small holes of pain into my shins and by the looks of how jaggered and splintered the edges were, they looked as sharp as the tip on a razor blade. If I pressed anymore weight onto the stones, they'd probably cut me. Glancing up I looked around. Black. Black everywhere. No light except the occasional glint from a stone on the ground. This was impossible as there wasn't a sun, neither was there any sky, at least Not that I could see.... I stood up slowly and reached out to clutch my mothers fabric from my pocket. "I don't know where we are Bec." I say rubbing the silk between my thumb and finger. "But it's definitely not the orphanage...." "Definitely not home."
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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