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“If we don't succeed, we run the risk of failure.”
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So then I prepared to leave/depart evermourne acadamy, my original home and only home. Jennaphera was coming with since she was my bestie and she knows how much Derek actually means to me deep down. She sorta lowkey looks like Billie Eilish or maybe Dua Lipa or maybe like a crosswiselike fusion of those three, just so you know what to look like. I liked her a bitty bit since she was loyal to me, and also because she was smart and pretty good at magical things, and also due to because of since she had actually had a halfway decent fashion since and——thank the Elder Serpent——wasn’t ugly (is it just me or does looking at ugly people kind of feels like grating my nerve endings with a cheese grater? No offense, lol! I’m jk ofc :)
We prepared by packing supplies and magical equipment and shit like that, which took a while and was kind of boring. Prop. Vipor actually even pitched in a few potions, allthough they were unlabeled and probably laced with weird shit. That’s why I dumped them in Onica Ashworthe’s locker, just in case they really were poisonous and/or illegal.*
There was also a few other random kids too, but none of them mattered very much.
Just as we where ready to empart upon our journey (or maybe when we where about to embark on our quest would be a better way of saying it), Onca Ashworthy herself held up, gaggled by a big fat herd of lame losers. These were the “popular girls” and they were all fully with in Onica’s thrall (that’s what you call a charm spell, kind of like a glamor but more original). That’s cause she was a expert at/in Enthrallogy, witch was won off the main magics taught at Alevale and was also slightly too complicated to explain right now.
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“Well well well. Well. What do we have here!” Onica sneered snivishly, smiling cruelly. Immediately we all disliked her. “Wow, shove off! Who asked you anyway?” Jeenaphera snarled cutely, defending me from this: “Well well. Looks like our star student has fallen on hard times! It happens, babe——especially when you’re poor and lame. As a top srudent at Wallmourn I simply must let you know that everyone——and that means everyone, or at least anyone who’s anyone——saw you bawl and babble like a little lonely baby when that Derek psycho got kicked out on his denim-wearing ass. How pathetic and lame!” I reformed my fists magically, then placed one hand onto my hip all casually. “Oh? Well as a way better student then you——no offense, of course——I feel obligagated to tell you something too.” Onica perched one stupid perfect eyebrow higher on her stupid perfect face, also crossing her legs and sitting down in midair due to magic. She looked like if Beyonce and J.Lo had a child that came out wrong. So like, pretty, but not really pretty. “Oh really? And what wood tat be exactly?”
I sniffed disdainingly at her, smiling confidently. “Oh, nothing. Just that I just so happen to know that you’ve paid for those perfect grades of yours——and somehow they’re still worse then mine! If you weren’t so popular and successful, I would say that’s pathetic and embarrasing. Not to mention something else. Not to mention, namely, that I’m going to kill you in a way that’ll make hell feel like a relief unless you literally fuck off.” Onica paled and squirmed, squeezy to the degree of greenness. “Shut up, bitch! There’s no way you could beat me in a magic duel!” I razored an eyebrow cooly. “Oh? How about we find out?”
Onica scoffed, snorted, and scowled, not seeming so pretty and perfect anymore. Then she fell on her assbone really hard since her spell had been broken, also snapping her high heels. Instantly everyone laughed, although her cronies quieted and went all quiet when she sprang up and glared at then. My group still laughed at her though, and kept laughing as she limped away to the medical ward so she could fix her broken ass and also get the broken stilettos removed from her kidneys. “Lol, that was perfect,” I giggled**, grinning***, glancing to see Jennaphera smiling. “Yeah lol that was me,” she admitted confessingly, revealing that there was a hand hidden behind her leg that had been making magic signs (that meant it was a way to channel Essence, which is honestly too complicated for most of you, so maybe just pretend it’s like any basic generic magic bullshit for now).
Actually OK fine so here’s a basic explanation tho: so basically
“Alright, time to go,” I announced, and everyone followed my suite as we started down the trail towards the town and its quaint buildings and magical inhabitants. I was pretty excited to see the town, which normally we weren’t allowed to except if you had a pass signed by your parents. Well, I didn’t have any parents, so I couldn’t usually go, which was mega lame and dumb as fuck. At east it wasn’t all bad though——as long as I stayed in the castle I never had to see any gross disgusting elves. All the guys think the pointy ears are cute, but they’re just too stupid to see that the dumb freaks are actually rotten to the core, supremely irritating, and have nasty spiked tongues and are also loaded down with magical STDs.
Soon enough we had arrived at a certain spot that probably meant nothing at all to anyone else of the others……but it actually did meant something to me. I stopped and stocked-still, frozen with emotion.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, but then again it could’ve been someone else’s shoulder. I stood there, motionless. Ambushed by memory. “Chloyce? What’s wrong?” I swallowed, mouth dry. “It’s…it’s just…this is where Derek first told me about this hidden world. It’s kind of where I first felt like I…that maybe I could belong somewhere. That I could be special.” I paused again. “It’s also where Joshery brought me flowers. He’s dead now.” I didn’t have to say the next part out loud——because to everyone there, it was obvious. Derek was next————unless I could somehow find a cure for a disease I didn’t understand anything at all about. Jennaphera gave me a hug. “It’ll be alright,” she affirmed. I wanted to believe that——I really, really did. I opened my mouth to answer.
Than out of nowhere something dark and stylish came dervishing in from nowhere to attack us. And suddenly a bunch of my gaggle-followers were being sliced apart and brutally murdured! Instantly I mustard my magics, ready to destroy whatever or whoever was about to kill us. But that’s when I saw who “It” actually really was.
NO! No, it couldn’t be! “No! It can’t be!” But it was. It… it is! It was DEREK EARHEART! And he was screaming in agony! “AAHHHH! STOP! No…! PLease!! I don’t wanna…!” He fell to his knees, surrounded by bloody chunks that used to be people. For a moment it seemed like he had it under control, and he grinned in relief. Then a random child ran by and his beefy arm shot out lightning-quickly to blow him up. “FUCK!” Derek raged, slipping and killing another two people. He writhed and screamed, stylish dark hair matching his stylish dark leather jacket and stylish dark denim jeans. His magical black sword lay on the ground, but he just kept snatching it up and easily killing anyone who got close. “NO!1 Derek, please! Why are you going this?! You’re breaking my heart apart Derak!” He cried a bittle bit then, sheding a singular tear that was made out of blood. “I,,,can’t stop……” he screamed quietly, almost whisperlike. I could see then that he was about to get up and fly over and swing his sword and kill me. But not just kikk me. He was going to be much more worse. Because him killing me woulnd’t just kill me………it wood rend my heart.
And I could not do nothing to stop it.
Jennaphera no! “But my friend just ran anyway, blasting Derek with lightning tongues and bolts of magic purple fire and throwing two dozen daggers through the air to stab him. Jumping up, Derek flipped and whirled and flew really hard, dark wings appearing from inside off his jacket to let him fly and dodge with easy, before he jiggled his sword and deflected all 22 daggers directly back toward Jennaphera. “NOOOO!” I screamed, hand outreached dramatically. I could do absolutely nothing except watch helplessly as all 23 daggers plunged into Jennapher’s body, making terrible ugly stabbing noises, like this:
SHHING. SHING. SHUD. SHRING. SHRING. SHUNK. SHUNK. SHUNK. SCHRING. SHING. SHRUNG. SHRUNK. SHUNK. HUNK. SHRNG. SHUNG. SHUNK. SHLUNG. SCHLING. SHEEV. SHREEN.
Each knive jerked her body, back and forth, until she was nothing but a well-dressed steel pincushion. Then, all at once, each of the knife-holes spurted a huge jet of blood, splattering the entire square area with red stinky blood. The blood spattered me too, and also Derek, and also the bodies of the other people, and also the houses, and also the stones of the ground and even the street and the houses across the street, and the windows set into those houses and the stairs leading up to their doors and also the doors and their handles and peepholes and also the lighterns hanging above those. Without a singular word, Jennaphera collapsed over onto the bloody rocks, dead. I knew before checking——allthough I checked anyway——that my magical life-sense told me she was dead. “NOOOO!,” I cried, demented, defeated, and totally tortured. I sank to me knees, agonized. “Just fucking kill me already Derek. You betrayed me! I was trying to save you even! Omg just kill me…!” Darak screamed in agony and he shakily walked over closer as if to he was actually being controlled by an evil infection or something.
Just as before he was about going to kill me—————again, DEREK was gong to KILL ME———something dark and stylish swooped in from out of nowhere. Suddenly, Derek was fighting with the newcomer, who I was absolutely flaggerghasted to see didn’t immediately die, but rather actually put up a powerful fight, such that even Deerk had to back off. I could see then that he was grimacing really hard, obviously trying to stop himself from killing anyone. “JUST…RUN…” he growled gunnily, and then swooped in again. Just as he did that, the newcomer glowed with a fat juicy flash of red evil-seeming light which I knew was due to a magic curse.
This time, they tussled so tough and hard that a couple buildings got cut apart and blown up, sending screaming bodies flying apart into red gore. Luckily most of those were elves, but still.
Derek screamed suddenly and shot up into the sky at one thousand miles per hour, dark angel wings propelled by dark angel powers…and also something else now that I didn’t understand but still wanted to fix. I cried a little and was so incredibly depressed that I flopped all over the ground and bawled and screamed dramatically that I wanted to kill myself. Then I at last eventually got up and looted Jennaphera’s body for useful magical shit. Turning around uncertaintly, Martens squeeking on the bloood, I spotted my savior. OMG! He stood about six foot four****, was really ripped, and wore a sexy kind of outfit () that showed off his body while also being athletic seeming and also giving off exotic energy. He had a tapered fade and was criss-covered in thin white scars that were mysterious and also attractive, and he also had silver-seeming piercings and a few tattoos that seemed sculpted to his bumpy muscles but which I knew were actually magical glyphs.
“My name’s Scaal,” Scaar said, sulky and intense. Really he reminded me strongly of Ryan Gosling. He reached out one well-tanned hand, which I couldn’t hepl noticing was also attached to a muscular well-tanned arm that was also attached to a muscular well-toned body and that both of those was also covered in mysterious scars. “Wow Scaal, um…thanks. For saving me. From…” I bit myself off, wincing at the pain of that. And also the pain of the whole murderer-psycho-boyfriend thing. That too. “Don’t mention it,” he mentioned casually, breaking his own rule, also seeming shy and/or embarrassed for some unknown but very intriguing reason. “W-we have to go, before Darak comes back.” I sutured, shocked at that. “W-wait, you know who Derek is?” He nodded, and I couldnt help it but noticing his huge chiseled jaw and pouty puffy pulpy lips. “Everyone does, where I’m from. Same place we’re going, if you’ll know what’s good for you. See, I know that Derek is sick. And I also know the that only person who has a moonshot at helping him get fixed——but that person is currently somewhere far away? I can’t get you there, but it’ll be dangerous. That place…is Damnation. Also called Afradak, there is the real name. You probably have a another name for it. You probably call it that. You probably call it Hell.”
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“Oh OK,” I said.
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*Onica Ashworthe was basically like my most hated enemy, sort of like Jenny Lispickt from my old highschool Wardvale, but even more dangerous and much more popular and competent, and also different because Jenny and Onica were too different characters.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡInc9whCmja
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****OMG somehow I’ve never actually mentioned this but Joshery is 6’3” and Derek is 6’2’’ and I am 5”6” without shoes (with the Martens I’m like an easy 5’11”) and Onica is 5’5” with shoes and Sir Solomenon is about 7’2” although that fluctates and or changes a lot because of his enchanted extendable spine. Just FYI.
