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The Tale of Sarah Spiritheart (part 6) by Sarah Spiritheart

I was lying down on my back in a field of flowers, the sun shining gently on my face. I was in my element here; this was where I truly belonged. Never before had I felt so safe and happy. This was my haven.


I looked around, trying to figure out who had said that.

The voice, seeming to come from the very heavens themselves, spoke again. “Everything in this world is connected: life, death, hate, love. While it creates a balance in our world, it also creates an air of mystery, perfect for concealing deceit and lies. Evil is near. And betrayal as well.”

I ignored the voice. I was trying to rest, and it was only an annoyance to me.

The sun seemed to go out as suddenly as someone switching off a light bulb. At that moment my oasis, my haven, turned into a living death chamber.

Rotting Fodders, Skeletal Warriors, Field Guards, and every other type of undead I could imagine rose up from the ground and walked slow, zombielike, to where I lay. I tried to get up and run. But as the thought rose up to my mind, thick, long, ropy vines erupted from the ground, which was now completely devoid of flowers or grass. They wrapped around my body, pinning my arms to my side and my body to the ground. I struggled to break free, but it was useless.

An unnatural hush seemed to come over the undead. Someone was coming.

In an instant, I knew who it was. Who else would have the kind of power to make all the creatures part like the Red Sea, bowing as they shifted off to the side?

He stood before me, his face hidden under a hood, his staff by his side. I struggled even more, but it seemed that the more I wriggled, the more determined the vines seemed to hold me.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and the wizard threw back his head and laughed. His hood was tossed aside, revealing shoulder-length, greasy black hair, a stringy goatee, those horrible, sunken eyes…

He raised his staff. He was going to kill me; I had known it all along. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst…


I sat up in bed, gasping for breath. My hand was clutching my heart, which seemed to be beating at twice its normal speed.

I checked. No vines, no signs of recent pain, especially no Malistaire. And I was safe in bed, in my house.

So it was only a dream. I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.

But it had seemed so real! I had other dreams like this before, but this was the worst. This time, Malistaire himself had come to kill me directly.

I could help but wonder if this was one of those “prophetic” dreams. I had two of those a long time ago, but those were for silly, pointless cases. What if this, officially my worst nightmare ever, would come true?

I relaxed after a few moments. I had never been to that place before in my life, and I hadn’t heard any tales about strange voices booming down from the sky, even though I’d only been here about two months

I got out of bed, my legs shaking like crazy. Even though it was just a dream, I half expected Malistaire to fling himself from behind the wardrobe. I managed to laugh that crazy thought off, but I couldn’t help checking, just in case. Nothing.

First checking to see if my bedroom door was locked so an unwanted sibling wouldn’t come barging in, (Not that they would; at the moment, we were giving each other the silent treatment.) I changed in to the lightest ensemble I had, clothes that could only be found in Krokotopia. Then, after a grabbed my wand and spell cards, I teleported to my friend Chris.

It was a Sunday, so today, we were going to finish up with the Temple of Storms. I was excited, for I knew that after you completed this, you were let into Marleybone, which would be quite an improvement from all this heat.

At least one good thing had come out of our month in Krokotopia. After weeks spent in the hot sun, I had acquired a magnificent sun tan, which I knew would last for days.

I arrived in Bartleby’s Spiral Chamber. It was crowded with wizards; I must have gotten up later than I thought.

I immediately spotted Chris, who, to my surprise, looked concerned. “Are you all right?” he asked. “You’re sweating all over and we’re not even in Krokotopia yet.”

Oh, that. “Bad dream,” I muttered.

“Oh,” he said. “Well at least it’s over.”

“That’s true.” I said thoughtfully.

We stepped through the door and transported to Krokotopia. But when we arrived in the pyramid, our destination in mind, we were distracted by none other than Tinu Bhak’Mal.

“Good friends, kind wizards, I would appreciate it if you helped me,” he called out to us.

“Come on, Sarah, we can help him later,” said Chris. He apparently, was as eager to get out of Krokotopia as I was.

But the minute Tinu looked at me with those wide, pleading eyes, my mind was made up. Man, I was just so soft sometimes.

“Krokopatra can wait,” I said firmly. “Please, Chris, it’ll only take a minute!”

“Okay, fine,” he said, with obvious reluctance.

So we both went to talk with Tinu, who needed some fire crystals from Professor Falmea. But after going back to Ravenwood to talk to her, we found out that she had none, but there were plenty in Dragon’s Mouth Cave.

“Excellent, I’ve always wanted to go there,” said Chris.

I had never been there either, so I was also pretty excited. I had always wondered what was inside the cave in Golem Court that stubbornly remained closed to all but those who had a quest inside.

“Yes!” exclaimed Chris when we saw that the gate had mysteriously, but not unexpectedly, crashed, leaving a hole for us to get through. We didn’t even have to crawl to enter the cave.

Taking my first glimpse of Dragon’s Mouth Cave, I couldn’t help but feel the slightest sense of anticlimax. There was nothing really special in here, just rocks. Although red, sparkling crystals adorned the walls and the stone seemed to have a sort of glow, I had been expecting something a little bit…more.

I climbed up on a bit of protruding rock and plucked two large fire crystals from their places. Then I hopped back down on the ground and gave one to Chris, who also looked disappointed.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said distastefully.

But Chris was looking at something behind me. I turned to see what he was looking at just in time to see two fire crystals finish growing in place of the ones I took.

“Huh,” I said. Maybe this place did have a little magic in it. But we needed to get going. Maybe if we hurried back to Krokotopia, we could complete the Temple of Storms before lunchtime.

That’s when I saw it: a hole in the side of the wall that I could maybe slip through if I were crouching.

“Look, Chris,” I said, swiveling him around and pointing to the hole.

“Do you think that’s supposed to be here?” he asked me. “What do you think is inside?”

“I don’t know, but it has to be more interesting than this,” I said. And with that, I crouched down on all fours and wriggled through.

When I got up, I had to blink my eyes several times to make sure I hadn’t suddenly fallen asleep. I saw nothing but blackness. I had thought that there would at least be a little light coming in from the hole I had just come through, but I couldn’t even see that, strangely enough.

There was a slight movement behind me. Chris had followed me in.

“Ouch, Chris, that was my foot!”

“Sorry. This is creepy, isn’t it? Not being able to see each other? I’m going to look around a bit; maybe there’s a torch or something.”

A couple seconds later there was a small thud and an “Ow!” Chris had apparently just walked into a wall.

“Strange,” I mused. “This being a fire wizard place and not having any light.”

“What is this place?” Chris wondered aloud.

No sooner than he had spoken, every torch in the room came to life with a loud crackling sound. A giant, disembodied voice echoed throughout the room, “You are in the Hall of the Prophecy.”

My eyes widened. We were in an enormous cavern, which surprised me a bit, because I had been expecting something smaller. The ceiling seemed to stretch for miles above our heads. But the walls were what amazed me most; they seemed to be colorful. On closer inspection, I realized someone had drawn pictures all over the walls. Beautiful pictures that looped and curled around the walls from top to bottom.

“How come we’ve never heard of this place before?” Chris asked. “A place this big…someone would’ve mentioned—”

“The door will only show itself for those for which a prophecy is made.”

“Hmm…it can’t hurt to have a look around,” I said, studying a picture of a beautiful woman with blue, flowing robes.

So we walked along the wall, admiring the beautiful pictures. We didn’t spot anything familiar until Chris stopped me at a picture of a staff.

“Hang on,” he said.

“What is it? Come on, Chris, it’s just a staff.”

“But that’s Malistaire’s staff; I’d recognize it anywhere.”

Sure enough, it was Malistaire’s staff. The tiny dragon curling around the tip was a dead giveaway. Beside the staff were these words:

Forged by masters;

So nears the hour

For the chosen necromancer

To wield the staff’s true power.

“Hmm,” I said, contemplating the words. “Maybe…” I gasped, suddenly realizing the truth. “No way… Malistaire was this chosen necromancer!”

“Really?” asked Chris.

“Think about it; it makes sense! We see a picture of his staff on the wall…how many other staffs in the world are like his? That’s how he’s becoming powerful; he’s been using this really powerful staff! Of course, he may have been a skilled wizard anyway, but the staff just made him stronger!” I quivered in excitement. “We should tell Ambrose right away!”

“He probably already knows; he knew about the Prophecy of Light” said Chris wisely. He appeared to be looking at something else. “Uh…Sarah?”

“What?” I asked.

“You’re here too. In a picture. Your sisters and brother too.”

This was the last thing I’d expected to hear. “ What?

My curiosity aroused, I walked over to where Chris was pointing. Sure enough, there was me in perfect likeness from my head to my toes. Surrounding me were my siblings, and we all seemed to be glowing. We were facing Malistaire with looks of sheer determination.

Right next to our picture was painting of the death skull. Below the skull were more words: Everything in this world is connected: life, death, hate, love. While it creates a balance in our world, it also creates an air of mystery, perfect for concealing deceit and lies. Evil is near. And betrayal as well.

I frowned. Where had I heard those words before?

“What are you looking at?” asked Chris curiously.

I inhaled deeply. “I’ve heard these words before,” I said. “In a dream.”

“Really? Wow.” Chris seemed impressed. “You’re like, a seer or something.”

“A seer?”

“Yeah, a seer. You know, someone who can see the future. I think my great, great, great…well, I forget how many “greats” there were…but one of my great aunts was a seer, anyway.”

“I don’t think so,” I said. “Wouldn’t I have known?”

“You’re probably right.” He looked around again. “This is so cool. We’ve got a lot to tell Ambrose when we get back.”

I nodded, trying to hide the new worries that had erupted in my mind.

The words I had heard in my dream were written here, in the Hall of the Prophecy. How much more of the dream would come true? Would Malistaire really try to kill me? Probably yes, because of the Prophecy of Light. But would he kill me like he had almost killed me then?

I was still thinking about this as we crawled back into Dragon’s Mouth Cave. But as we were about to leave, someone teleported behind me.

“Hey,” said a familiar voice that made me freeze in my tracks.

Oh no, I thought. Anywhere but here.  I gave Nolan a discreet little wave and tried to push Chris out the door. But it was too late; he had already noticed.

“Sarah,” he asked, “who is this?” His eyes narrowed when he caught sight of Nolan’s black ensemble. “Are you a necromancer?” he asked him.

“Yeah,” said Nolan. “So?”

“So what are you doing here?”

Nolan returned Chris’s icy stare. “Can’t a guy visit his friend?”

This is not going to end well, I thought. I looked from Nolan to Chris, the latter of whom looked surprised, than skeptical.

“What? No,” said Chris. “I know Sarah. Not only are you guys certainly total opposites, but Sarah is the most dedicated, hardworking, loyal…”

“Um, Chris?” I said quietly.

“…intelligent Life Wizard that I know. She would never, ever, ever, ever…”

“Um, Chris?” I was feeling guiltier and guiltier by the minute.

“…ever, ever, ever, ever make friends with a necromancer. That would go against everything we believe—”

Chris!” I yelled in exasperation. “I am his friend!”

All was silent except for my words echoing around the cave: “ friend…friend…friend…”

“He does seem familiar,” said Chris suddenly. “Wait a minute, I do remember you. You were at Triton Avenue; you were being attacked by Scarlet Screamers! Your name…it was something like…Nick or…”

“Nolan,” Nolan finished. “Nolan Darkwind. And who are you; coming up to say that I can’t be friends with Sarah? I can if I want. So what if I’m a death wizard?”

“I’m her best friend,” said Chris. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave right away and never see her again.”

My mouth was hanging open in shock. The angry lecture from Chris I had expected hadn’t come. Instead, he was blaming our friendship on Nolan. This didn’t seem very fair, in my opinion.

Nolan had his hands held up, like he would if he were facing a cop with a gun. “Alright, I will,” he said snidely. “But first, tell me where you got those robes. Your mom’s closet?”

Chris’s face glowed a bright red. Then he raised his staff and pointed it directly at Nolan.

“No, Chris!” I rushed over to stop him only to stop and turn around because Nolan had gotten out his staff too. “No, don’t do it!”

But it was too late. Only seconds later, I found myself in the middle of a dueling circle with both wizards pointing their staffs at each other.

And I, I realized, would be in the crossfire! I threw myself out of the way just in time. A giant tree cast by Chris and a vampire cast by Nolan erupted from the stretch of ground where I had been moments before and started battling each other. Both dissolved into the air.

“A necromancer.” Chris cast Storm Shark at Nolan, which surprisingly didn’t fizzle. “I don’t know what Sarah was thinking…”

Nolan regained some of the health he had lost with another Vampire. “Funny,” he said coolly. “I was about to say the exact same thing. I have no idea how she can even get around this place without you following her around like a little heckhound…”

After another fresh wave of anger from each, two spells canceled each other out again.

“No! Stop it! Stop it!” I screamed, reminding myself of a crabby Samuel when he wasn’t getting his way. They both ignored me, and I felt like I was going to have to resort to more drastic measures.

“Out of the way, Sarah,” Chris snapped when I tried to jump right into the middle of the dueling circle.

“Yeah,” Nolan snarled. “I’m trying to see whether your friend would be any better looking as a pile of ashes. Probably wouldn’t make much difference anyway.”

“Yeah, like I should take the word of someone who can’t tell a regular human being from a pile of ashes.”

Part of me, a totally and completely insane part, was fighting a sudden urge to laugh. This was turning out to be the diss-off of the century! I had to memorize some of these; they would be useful against Savannah…

But then I snapped back into reality. Right, I had to focus. I had to get Chris and Nolan to stop before they killed themselves.

“Come on, guys, let’s stop this…”

Nolan, his face contorted with anger, cast death trap on Chris.

“Chris.” I tried again, this time trying to tempt him. “Um, the Temple of Storms, remember?” He appeared not to have heard, casting Spirit Armor on himself so as to counteract Nolan’s upcoming attack.

That was the last straw. I gathered  up every shred of dignity I had and said, “Fine, I’m leaving. Let me know when you’re done.” Then I promptly marched out the door.

For a second, I wondered if I was doing the right thing. Then I decided I couldn’t do anything else. I mean, one of them had to notice that I was gone…

Then I spotted Catherine waving me over to her. Relived, I walked up to chat.

“Hi, Sarah! I heard something in Dragon’s Mouth Cave, like shouting or something. Maybe you can tell me what’s going on in there.”

I shrugged, trying to act like it wasn’t that big of a deal. “Some boys are in there fighting.”

Catherine’s eyes grew wide. “Are they fighting over you?

I hesitated. “Kind of,” I finally said

“Wow.” To my surprise, Catherine appeared a little envious. “You are so lucky. I could never even hope to be that popular. So which boys? Is it that cute guy in Magus Balance Magic?”

Before I could answer that, no, it wasn’t that boy and just because he was cute didn’t stop him from getting five detentions a week, there was a painfully loud explosion and a flash of light coming from inside the cave. Several apprentices helping Regina Flametalon with her science project screamed. Catherine and I gave each other startled looks and hurried inside.

The dueling circle had vanished, and both Chris and Nolan were lying on the ground, both of them covered in scorch marks. They were both glaring at each other, giving off identical contemptuous expressions.

Nolan got up, straightened his hood, and stormed over to me, his eyes full of hate.

“Is he a necromancer?” Catherine whispered into my ear.

“I can’t do this anymore,” said Nolan, acting like he didn’t hear Catherine’s comment. “Not with him hanging around: Mr. I-know-best. You have to choose: me or him.”

I looked at Chris helplessly. He hadn’t spoken, but I could tell he meant to say the exact same thing. That I would have to choose. And right now.

“Well…I…” I looked from Nolan to Chris again, my mind being clouded with panic. Then I looked at Catherine again, who just shrugged, unable to do anything.

Then I did something incredibly stupid, although it would have been what any normal person would have done. I ran. I ran the heck out of there.



I was hoping that Chris would forget about the fight the next day, that it wouldn’t affect our friendship at all. So in life class the next morning, I was immediately disheartened when he ignored the seat I had saved for him and went to sit next to one of his other friends instead. And although Catherine did sit next to me, she didn’t do much to improve my mood.

“I mean,” she said as she cast a Seraph over her desk, “a death wizard? It’s no wonder he was mad. I know you probably liked him. But aren’t death wizards supposed to be evil? Everyone says…”

“I everyone is just being prejudiced,” I said a little too loudly. Everyone within a three-desk radius swiveled around to look at me. “Just because Malistaire was in the death school doesn’t mean that the whole school is evil. It’s probably just a stereotype!”

I became consciously aware that the whole entire class had fallen silent. Everyone, except Chris, who was determinedly looking anywhere but me, was staring at me looking scandalized. Even Professor Wu said, “Please quiet down, Miss Spiritheart,” her gaze disapproving.

Catherine looked as if she would like nothing more than to put a paper bag over her head.

Possibly to avoid any further encounter with me after class, Chris leapt up from his chair as soon as class was over and was out the door before I had even gathered up all my supplies. I scowled at the doorway where the hem of his cloak had been seconds before. Then I exited with the rest of the Adept life students, all of whom were acting like I was carrying some sort of contagious disease.

To my surprise, Nolan was waiting outside the Life School. I had expected him to be behaving like Chris, avoiding me whenever possible.

“Where’s your friend?” he asked as soon as I had approached him.

I understood where he was going with this right away. So I merely shrugged. “I don’t know.”

I couldn’t help but notice that Nolan looked slightly more cheerful. I hastily added, “But it doesn’t mean—”

“I know, I know,” said Nolan, still grinning. “So what were you planning on doing today?”

“Just finishing up the Temple of Storms,” I said. “Do you think you could come with me?” Chris and I had wanted to go to Marleybone together, but why not?

“Sure, I’ll go!” said Nolan. “I’m ready to go right now, if you like.”

I was about to say yes when a voice behind me said, “Miss Spiritheart, a word in my office?” It was Professor Drake.

“What did I do?” I demanded. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

“Come with me and I shall tell you,” Professor Drake snapped. He turned around and walked brusquely to the Myth School, and I had no choice but to follow.

“Now, Miss Spiritheart,” said Professor Drake, sitting down at his desk. “I have a comment to make.”

“What?” I asked. What had I done that had made Cyrus Drake so intent upon seeing me in his office?

“You are seeing a lot of Mr. Darkwind, am I right?”

My jaw dropped. First Chris and now you, I thought.

“Yeah,” I replied. It took all the self control I had to refrain from also saying, “So what?”

“Well, don’t,” he said. “The boy is not to be trusted. And believe me, I have your best interests at hand.”

Best interests? Since when had Professor Drake had the best interests of anybody?

“His father and Malistaire were old school friends, and now both of his parents are Malistaire’s most dedicated servants. There is no reason to think that he is not also,” Professor Drake continued.

This was news to me. “ What?

“You are dismissed,” said Professor Drake as if I had not spoken. “I had merely wanted to talk to you about this. I hope you will take my advice into account. Good day, Miss Spiritheart.”

So Nolan’s parents work for Malistaire, I thought as I walked out the door. I found that hard to believe, even if he was death. Was Professor Drake, for reasons best known to himself, lying?

Then again, I thought, seeing Nolan waving by the Spiral Chamber, Professor Drake was Malistaire’s twin brother. Who knew if he was trustworthy?



Well, I finally got my first glimpse of Marleybone. And it was okay. Dark and dreary, sure, but okay. The air was deliciously cool against my skin, and the Marleybone dogs were considerably more high-tech than us wizards, with their dirigibles and automobiles.

I was now at the door to my house, but my mind still on Marleybone, or the Land of Perpetual Night, as Nolan called it. And thinking about Nolan, I suddenly remembered that he had invited me to hang out in the Death Tower that night with some of his friends.

“You should come,” he had said. “It’s lots of fun. I hear David’s going to set off some fireworks too.”

“Don’t teachers normally discourage fireworks?” I had asked. At this, he had shrugged.

At last he had persuaded me to come. And here I was on the front porch, now wondering what Chris would say if he knew that I was going out at night with a bunch of necromancers setting off fireworks.

As it turned out, I didn’t have to wait long to find out. There was a flash of light before me, and I turned around to see Chris, looking angry but determined.

“I hear you’re going out with Nolan and a bunch of his friends tonight.” It wasn’t a question.

“Uh-huh…” I said slowly, wondering what he was getting at.

“Well, don’t. I’ve heard…” He paused. “…stuff…about Nolan that…well, just don’t go. You shouldn’t trust him.

I wondered if Cyrus Drake had put him up to this.

“Please,” he said. “Don’t go. I’m saying this as your friend.” He paused again. “We are still friends, right?”

“Of course!” I said. “But…”

“I know. You’re still going. But please, just promise me you’ll bring a wand, spell cards, something to protect yourself. You can never tell what’ll happen with a bunch of necromancers.”

Before I could answer, he disappeared into the night.

I crept inside and upstairs, careful not to wake any of my siblings. Then I walked up to my room. There I grabbed a cloak—for some reason it was cold out tonight. And it was still summer.

As I was about to leave, I caught sight of my wand and spell cards I had just deposited on top of my dresser. I hesitated, then I picked up my wand and spell cards again and pocketed them.

Just in case.



A giant, silver firework whirled through the air with a loud WHEEE. Then it exploded, raining silvery sparkles on us all. I held out my hands, trying to catch them.

Nolan grinned at me. “You have sparkles in your hair.” I hastily ran my fingers through my hair, trying to brush them out.

We were on the roof of the death tower. It was kind of creepy at first, but once the fireworks started, you began to appreciate the beauty of it. Especially with the full moon and the stars twinkling in the sky.

“Wow,” I breathed as an orangey-golden firework arced around the tower. It was so beautiful; it looked like a fiery dragon.

“You liking it?” asked a girl maybe a little older than I was. When I nodded, she continued, “Yeah, David’s really outdone himself this time. Must  be ‘cause you’re here.”

“Me?” I was surprised. Wouldn’t I, a life wizard, be considered inferior, or even the enemy?

The girl laughed, a loud joyful sound that echoed across the cliffs of Nightside. I vaguely remembered her name being Sabrina, but I wasn’t sure from where.

“Word gets around fast in Ravenwood,” she explained. “Of course, we’ve all heard of you. You’re, like, the only person here who isn’t convinced we’re working for Malistaire. Well, besides Ambrose.”

I smiled, touched. Then again, she would probably be feeling the same about now.

“Hey!” Nolan shouted suddenly. But it wasn’t to us; he was leaning over the edge of the tower which could only make me assume that he was talking to this David person. “We’ve got company!”

Immediately, the fireworks ceased.

“What’s going on?” I asked curiously.

“Dworgyn’s coming,” said Sabrina matter-of-factly. And sure enough, the door opened and the humpbacked death teacher waddled out. He scrutinized the sky; had he seen the fireworks there before?

Nolan turned back around to face me, and to my surprise, he was grinning. “This is my favorite part,” he said. “Watch.” Then he traced the death symbol in the air. A dark sprite emerged from his wand and descended, hovering around Dworgyn’s head.

For a while he just stood there stupidly, watching the fairy fly around in circles. Then the fairy zoomed away, heading straight for Sunken City. After a moment’s hesitation, Dworgyn followed.

  Despite myself, I found myself grinning. I looked back to the necromancers, all of whom were shaking with silent laughter.

“He falls for it every time!” laughed Sabrina, clutching her side. “It’s just so hilarious!”

“We should be safe for the time being,” Nolan informed, fighting to keep a straight face. “When he heads off to Sunken City, he always gets caught in a battle, which lasts probably an hour or so.”

I felt a stab of pity for Dworgyn. Did this happen to him every time the necromancers decided to “hang out?”

“Don’t worry about him,” said a guy who I didn’t know the name of. “He always comes out all right; it just takes him a while to finish, that’s all. Licorice?” He held out some black, rope-like candy.

“Yes please,” I said, taking some to be polite. It was extremely bitter, but I pretended to be enjoying it as another firework, this one green and gold, exploded directly above our heads.

“That reminds me,” said Nolan. “David said something about planning a big finale and I’ve got to go down to make sure he doesn’t go overboard.” He winked at me. Then he opened a trapdoor and slid through.

“Of course,” Sabrina informed me, “whenever he says ‘big finale,’ he always means ‘setting off several fireworks at once.’ It’s a spectacular, really, but it wastes all our firework supply in one night.”

“How often do you do this?” I asked curiously.

She shrugged. “Every so often, when we feel like things get too boring. Oh, here it comes.”

No sooner than she had spoken, fireworks in every color of the rainbow exploded with the sound and force of a nuclear bomb. Besides the fact that I had gone temporarily deaf, the effect was wonderful, and I clapped and cheered along with the others.

Someone on the ground let out a whoop; I assumed it was David.

Without warning, I let out a yawn. What time was it anyway?

“Are you all right?” Sabrina asked.

“Yeah,” I assured her. “I’m just tired. I should probably be heading back to the house. Tell Nolan bye for me, okay?”

“Okay,” said Sabrina. She didn’t seem to be tired at all. “See ya!”

“Bye,” I said, and I teleported home.

As soon as I arrived home, I heard a loud BOOM coming from upstairs. At first, I thought that I was hearing things from that enormous firework. But then I reconsidered. Hoping dearly that Savannah and Sadie weren’t fighting again (I mean, come on, it was after midnight.) I walked upstairs to check it out.

First I went up to Sadie’s room. She was there, apparently sleeping. Check.

Then I tiptoed across the hall to Savannah’s room she was lying with her head on her pillow and her butt sticking straight up into the air like an inchworm. But, yes, she was still sleeping. Check.

Then I walked over to Samuel’s room. He was completely under the covers; I couldn’t even see his face. But he was apparently still asleep.

Wait. Something was wrong here. What was it?

I pulled back the covers. Where Samuel’s head should’ve been was the corner of a large, white pillow. That’s what was missing. The pillows.

I pulled back the covers as far as they would go. Two pillows side by side, mirroring Samuel’s height exactly. Samuel was gone.

I stared in horror at those two pillows as my insides turned to ice.

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