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A WITCH Tale	By : LadyKadeana Category: +S through Z > W.I.T.C.H. Views: 3163 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A WITCH TALE
- 2-So Resumes The Beginning
- 1
- 2
Summary: The Guardians get their powers and have a chance encounter with Caleb.
A WITCH Tale
Heatherfield, a place of brilliant color and happiness, was barely untouched by the evil of King Phobos. Only five people were left, in Heatherfield, who knew of the Veil; who knew of Meridian.
One was an old lady of eighty-five, named, Yan Lin. She knew of the Veil because when she was much younger, she helped to guard it. She is also the keeper of the Heart of Kandrakar, until its new owner arrived in Heatherfield.
When would she come? The people of Meridian needed the Guardians. The young princess needed to be found and given the birthright that was so cruelly snatched from her.
Yan Lin knew she was much too old to carry on the fight. I’d be more of a hindrance than help. She held the Heart in the palms of her hands.
It started to gleam bright, as a loud sneeze erupted from her granddaughter’s room. She heard a crash and her pretty granddaughter declaring loudly, “Cool!”
Hope surged through her as she rushed to Hay Lin’s room. The Heart’s light shone brighter and brighter pink as she hurried along. The guardian leader; she’d come.
* * *
Leave it to my mom to find the most boring place in the entire universe to live, Wilhelmina “Will” Vandom thought as they pulled in front of Heatherfield Prep.
The old car, obviously in cahoots with her mother, backfired loudly. Every teen, in matching uniforms, eyes fell on their old white Toyota. Leave it to my mom to buy the world oldest car and use it as a device to embarrass me on my first day as a senior.
“Are you nervous Red?” Susan Vandom asked looking over at her seventeen-year-old daughter, smiling brightly.
Susan loved her daughter with every fiber of her being. For Will she would make this move to Heatherfield work. They left hate and unhappiness behind in Fadden Hills and she intended to keep it that way.
“Is that a trick question, Susie Q?” Will asked. Susan gave her a good frown. She hated Will calling her that ‘endearment.’ Almost as much as Will hated to be called Red.
“Steer clear of cheerleaders,” Susan advised, choosing to ignore Will’s impertinence. “They can be verbal cut throat pirates.”
“Don’t worry about me Mom,” Will said. She tried to smile, but didn't quite pull it off. “A verbal dragon can slay a pirate any day of the week.” You and Dad taught me well. Not that she was proud of that fact. She just understood that no teenager trying to throw his or her authority around could hurt her like her father’s betrayal.
Leave it to Will not to be terrified on her first day at a new school, Susan thought. I would be target practice for any run of the mill bully.
“Good luck,” Susan said as Will opened her car door.
“Ditto,” Will replied. Her mother was starting a new job as a sectary of a prestigious law firm. “Just for reference, why didn’t we choose Heatherfield High again?”
“It would do nothing to get you into Yale,” Susan replied.
“I’m sorry to break it to ya, but the closest I’m getting to Yale is if I pitch a tent on the campus and become the Yale Hag Hermit,” Will declared. She gracefully got her five-three petite frame out of the car. She’d been going to private schools her whole life. She tried to manipulate her way into the public school system, but her mother outmaneuvered her.
“See you after school Will,” Susan said smirking.
“I’ll walk home.” She would not allow the car to reveal it was from the dark side again.
“You sure you won’t get lost?”
“Yes. Besides, I’m seventeen, big enough to not stop in the street and yell 'Mommy' at the top of my lungs if I take a wrong turn,” Will replied. Susan smiled. “I’ll be okay.” They’d driven around, the previous day, finding a good route from the school to their apartment building.
“Love ya Red.”
“Love you too, Susie Q,” Will replied. She winked at her scowling mother as she closed the door. As her mother pulled away, she straightened her skirt. The skirt was black and green plaid. The school uniform also consisted of a white blouse and a small green tie thingy. She didn’t bother to learn what it was truly called. She sighed knowing she looked like the star female character of any insert random Anime here.
Self-Consciously, she tucked her chin length red hair, cut to frame her face, behind her ears. She was extremely nervous but her mother and the other students didn’t need to know that info. It would make her a moving target.
She walked through the open gates to the school that looked more like a castle. She ignored the stares as she walked up the stone path. She climbed the stairs, opened the huge oak double doors, and entered the building; all the while feigning that she did not have a care in the world.
When she closed the huge doors behind her, she leaned against it, sighing in relief. The part she considered the hardest, when starting a new school, was complete.
“First days suck, don’t they?” A hyperactive voice asked her.
Will turned on her heels. A petite girl stared up at her smiling. How could someone be shorter that her? Was Will’s first thought. The girl looked just like a pixie. Her long back hair, parted down the middle into two very long pigtails.
“I’m Hay Lin,” the girl said extending her hand. “You’re Wilhelmina, right?”
Will hesitantly shook her hand. “Yeah, how do you know my-”
“I’ve been drafted as your student guide,” Hay Lin explained happily, her wide brown eyes shinning. “Which isn’t so bad. I get to skip first period. Mr. Williams is throwing a pop quiz.” She frowned. “A pop F is more like it because I was so going to fail.”
“Cool,” Will said in relief. “I just knew I was going to get lost in this Medieval Castle.”
“It does look like a medieval castle,” Hay Lin agreed, twirling around. “It smells like a smelly medieval times when it’s time for lunch.” She went on to tell Will about the horrible food served there.
“As much as it cost to enroll here they could at least get some gourmet cooks,” Will muttered. Half of her tuition was paid by scholarship. The other came out of her parents’ pockets.
“I know,” Hay Lin replied seriously. “So where do you want to go first?”
“Home,” Will replied honestly. Hay Lin thought that hilarious. Will couldn’t help but smile. The girl’s good humor was catching.
“I agree!” Hay Lin declared. “The Fine Arts Wing.” She seemed to ooze over with excitement. “It’s my favorite wing.”
“Artist?”
“Yes,” Hay Lin replied. “Are you?”
“If you consider stick-men art, yes,” Will replied grinning.
Hay Lin found herself giggling again. “You’re funny,” she declared after sobering. “Do you have your schedule?”
Will dug it out of her purse, wondering why she bothered to wear a purse. The only items in it were vanilla flavored lip chap, a stick of gum, a wallet with the smashing amount of seventy-five cents, and her schedule. She passed it to Hay Lin.
Hay Lin happily grabbed the schedule, studying it like it was the latest fashion magazine. “You dance?” she asked zeroing in on that particular class.
“Yeah,” Will replied. “My Mom studied dance since the time she was a small child. My dad was in the military, so we moved around a lot. We didn’t have time to make friends so we spent most of our time with each other and she taught me.”
“I can’t dance to save my life,” Hay Lin said tragically. “That doesn’t stop me from busting a move though.” She giggled. “I bust moves like a chicken running for his life from the slaughter house.”
Will laughed. “I had a choice of dance or Physical Education,” she explained. “I hate P.E.”
“Me too!”
“The only reason I want to run that hard, is if a big dog is after me,” Will declared. She also hated Volley Ball, Kick Ball, Dodge Ball, and pretty much any sport with ball at the end of it. She had to admit that she did like baseball and football, as in the NFL, but they weren’t P.E. programs for girls.
“Or a cat,” Hay Lin shuddered. “Cats don’t seem to fear me at all.” Will didn’t think anything would fear the happy Hay Lin. Except maybe Grumpy Smurf and Donald Duck.
“So the Art Wing is this way,” Hay Lin declared grabbing Will by her arm and yanking her toward the stairs.
Will’s tour of the new school lasted until lunch hour. After getting Monday’s special, Hay Lin led her to the table she shared with her friends. The table was empty.
Hay Lin sat down in the chair in the middle; Will sat opposite her. “So where’s your friends?” she asked stabbing at her meatloaf to make sure it would not eat her instead of she eating it.
“They should be here soon,” Hay Lin declared, tearing into her meat loaf. “I’m starving.” To be so small she had a huge appetite.
She described her friends in great detail to Will. First there was Cornelia Hale, the leader of the group. Cornelia’s family was the richest in all of Heatherfield. Actually, the Hale’s founded Heatherfield. She was spoiled, but loyal to her friends. It was usually her way or the highway, but sometimes she compromised with the others. She had a sense of humor that most would consider rude, but you could not help but laugh along with her or stare at her in surprise. Cornelia is head cheerleader, class president, and leader of the debate team.
Next on the list was Taranee Cook. Apparently, Taranee’s philosophy was that life had no meaning if it wasn’t for knowledge. Taranee was quiet around people she didn’t know, but she was a loyal friend. Her face would most likely be hidden behind a huge book or her notebook. Her family was also rich, but you would not be able to tell that if you held Taranee for an example. Vanity and Fashion sense was not within her. She was the daughter of two lawyers.
Irma Lair was next on the list. She was a prankster that was legendary among the students of Heatherfield Prep. Legendary, that is, if they knew it was Irma. She hid behind her radio show and dry humor. Irma could play the piano really good and used to be in a band called Cobalt Blue. Irma’s father was a police officer and her mother was a librarian.
Last but not least was Elyon Brown. Elyon was Cornelia’s best friend. Her mother and father worked for the Hale’s. She was pretty much Cornelia’s second in everything. She was Class Vice President and Co-Captain of the cheerleading squad. She was devoted to all her friends.
“I hope they do not boot me off the island,” Will muttered taking a bite of her meatloaf.
“The only one you have to worry about is Cornelia,” Hay Lin warned, pausing from her feeding frenzy. “If you get on her bad side, consider your life in Heatherfield over.”
“Figures you’d be hanging with the popular crowd at this place.”
“Everyone else is pretty cool,” Hay Lin declared, “and Cornelia is cool too, once you get to know her, and learn to ignore some of her habits.”
They started eating in a comfortable silence. Will decided that she really liked Hay Lin and hoped she didn’t bump heads with Cornelia. If that happened, odds were, she would end up on the outside looking in.
Hay Lin’s eyes lit up when she saw her friends heading to the their table with their tray’s in hand. “Here they come.”
Will looked over her shoulder at the approaching girls. The two blondes were leading the way. The other two walked behind them.
At the end of the day, if Will could sum up this introduction, she would summarize that Cornelia Hale was the rude princess of the bunch. She was tall, slim girl, pale, with long blonde hair, and startling blue eyes.
Irma Lair was, most definitely, court jester. She had shoulder length light brown hair, mischievous blue eyes, a curvy build, and a water gun she covertly sprayed people with.
Elyon Brown, dubbed by Will as princess’s maid, was a petite, sandy blonde haired, chatterbox. She happily took the sit beside Will.
Taranee Cook, deemed royal scribe, was balancing her tray of food and a novel about Hercules. She was brown eyed, petite, curvy, and her black hair, cut short, emphasized her caramel skin tone.
“So Will, what brings you to our humble town and where did you come from?” Elyon asked, warring with a ketchup packet, which rebelled against opening.
“My Dad was in the military so we moved around a lot,” Will replied. “He got hurt over a year ago and had to retire. We lived in Fadden Hills until my parents separated. Mom and I decided to make a fresh start here.”
“Separated,” Irma repeated. “I’m sorry.”
“They never should’ve gotten married in the first place,” Will muttered. “The only reason they did is because Mom got pregnant with me when she was sixteen.”
“Who would say that to you?” Hay Lin asked horrified.
“My Dad,” Will replied, her eyes on her tray.
“Some father,” Cornelia muttered.
“He was a good Dad until his accident,” Will said. “I like to think of him B.A. which means, Before Accident.”
“So,” Cornelia said, desperate for a subject change, “how do you like our humble American town so far?”
“It takes some getting used to,” Will admitted, “but I’m adjusting.”
“If I were you, so used to world travel and all, I’d already be having a bored stroke,” Irma declared smirking.
“Heatherfield isn’t so bad,” Taranee declared. “Not only is the landscape beautiful, it has some of the best schools in the United States.”
“Wow Taranee,” Irma said sarcastically, “you’re really selling the place.” Taranee gave her a dark look. “In fact I think I want to move away, now.” Will grinned over this statement.
“We have theaters with fantastic Broadway productions,” Cornelia said excited. “Oh, a fabulous skating rink, that I have won many gold medals on. Quaint restaurants. A huge cinema. You’ll want for nothing.”
“If you’re like me and can’t afford anything on that list except the Cinema and the free skating rink, than your stay here is shot,” Irma declared. Cornelia gave her a good frown.
“I wish I could see the world like you Will,” Elyon said dreamily. “I’ve never been out of Heatherfield in my entire life.”
“What grade are you in?” Taranee asked.
“Will’s a senior,” Hay Lin replied, before Will could open her mouth.
“Maybe we are in some of the same classes,” Cornelia declared brightening. “Can I see your schedule?”
They had dance and American Literature together. Cornelia started giving her the rundown of the classes. Will couldn’t help thinking Hay Lin over exaggerated about Cornelia.
After giving Will the ‘rundown’ as she called it, Cornelia became fascinated by the nerds in the their natural habitat at their table. She watched them as if it they were on a documentary on the Discovery Channel.
“We have five celebrities from Heatherfield,” Elyon said, not wanting her hometown to seem completely hopeless.
"Really?" Will asked surprised. "Who?"
“Matt Olsen and his band,” Hay Lin replied. “They are awesome and rumor has it Matt is back in town.”
“If you ask me they suck,” Irma muttered.
“What is the band called?” Will asked.
“Cobalt Blue,” Elyon replied sighing. “They are so dreamy.”
“Believe me, they aren’t that great,” Irma said honestly.
“I haven’t heard of them,” Will said honestly. “I’ll definitely check out some of their music.”
“You know, I wonder sometimes why nerds like Martin Tubbs are born,” Cornelia said watching the nerd table critically. “I guess he graces the planet for the esteemed position of stalking Irma.” She giggled.
“Look at it this way, Cornelia,” Will said, “guys like this Martin character run the world. They’ll always have money.”
“And if your family would, unfortunately, run out of money . . .” Irma said letting her sentence trail off. Didn’t Cornelia realize her Dad was a nerd?
“I can be kept by a nerd,” Cornelia finished in triumph. “All one has to do is this,” she blew a kiss at the occupants at the nerd table, “and they’re happy.” She giggled. “They’ll buy you anything.” Will looked at her in surprise, as the others laughed at her antics.
The guys at the table begin to have a heated debate over whom the kiss was meant for and why.
“Cornelia you are one sick puppy,” Irma declared.
“I’ll never be without a lot of money,” Cornelia replied. “Besides, that’s like a last move scenario.” Her dream was to marry Peter Cook, Taranee’s brother. He was studying to become a lawyer and the Cook’s family was just as rich as hers.
She’d never admit, even to herself, she’d forgo riches just to be in the dashing Peter’s arms, but since the Cooks’ were rich, she didn’t have to worry about the pesky fate of becoming poor.
“I’d kill to see you on Martin’s arm,” Irma said smirking.
“Whatever,” Cornelia replied, opening her orange juice bottle.
* * *
After school Hay Lin, Will, Irma, Taranee, and Cornelia headed to Hay Lin’s place. She lived in a spacious apartment over the Lin family restaurant, The Silver Dragon. Hay Lin lived with her parents and her grandmother.
Elyon was grounded for attending a party with Cornelia that she wasn’t supposed to. She had to go straight home from school.
Will left a message on her mother’s cellular phone about her going to a new friend’s house to hang out.
The Silver Dragon was huge and spacious. The décor was red. The wallpaper and the table cloths had the same red pattern decorated with silver dragons of different sizes.
They entered through the main entrance because her mother hated for the cooks to be disturbed by Hay Lin and her crew’s excited chatter.
“There’s so many people,” Will said impressed, her senses being overcome by the fabulous aromas from inside the restaurant. “And the food smells like a sin.”
“The best food in Heatherfield,” Hay Lin beamed proudly. “And I’m not just saying that to brag.”
“Ha, Coleman’s has the best food in Heatherfield,” Cornelia corrected her. “It’s my favorite eating establishment.”
“Whatever,” Hay Lin said frowning. “You’re just saying it’s the best because Peter took you there.” Cornelia presented her with her frostiest glare.
“She has a point there Cornelia,” Irma declared.
“To each her own,” Cornelia said shrugging. She’d die before admitting that they were right. "Besides it's not like Hay Lin is some great food critic, she'll eat anything."
"I be hungry," Hay Lin replied frowning.
“Do you like Heatherfield Prep?” Taranee asked Will, as they climbed the stairs that led to Hay Lin’s apartment. "The curriculum can be tedious but it is easy if you study hard.”
“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” Will replied honestly. “The teachers are nice.”
“What’s your favorite subject?” Taranee asked, relieved Will liked her favorite place in the whole world. Learning was a gift she took very seriously.
“Creative Writing,” Will replied. “Mr. Collins is a great teacher. I showed him some of my earlier works and he was very impressed.”
“You write?” Taranee asked. Will nodded. “I didn’t know that. Could I read some of your work?”
“Sure,” Will said surprised. First day conquered and she had five friends to prove the day a success.
As soon as the girls entered the apartment, Yan Lin hovered near by. She sat in her favorite chair watching the girls snack on egg rolls fresh out of the oven.
“Mrs. Lin these egg rolls are delightful,” Cornelia declared blissfully. “You have to give me the recipe.”
“Some things must stay in the family,” Hay Lin said grinning.
“Do me a favor and adopt me,” Irma pleaded.
“They are really good,” Will said nodding. “Thank you for inviting me Hay Lin, Mrs. Lin.”
“You are my new best friend,” Hay Lin said proudly. “Of course you are invited.”
“Best friend, now that’s a new title for me,” Will replied kind of unnerved by Yan Lin’s wise eyes watching her from her perch in her chair.
“I guess in your travels you didn’t have much time for friends,” Taranee said sympathetically.
“I spent most of my time with my parents,” Will replied honestly. “I’ve never really had any friends my age. Of course, my Mom is more immature than I am so maybe I need to rethink the validity of the not having a best friend statement.”
Her mother was the shoulder she cried on when her first boyfriend dumped her. Her accomplice when she threw toilet paper on a teacher’s house who had treated her unfairly in class. Her dad drove the ‘get away’ car on that little adventure. Susan Vandom was her friend when no one else really wanted her around.
“Girls have you experienced any weird changes lately?” Yan Lin asked suddenly.
“Define weird?” Taranee requested.
“Appliances having voices of their own,” Yan Lin broached.
Will chocked and had to drink some water to get everything down. Irma shook her head. Taranee looked at Yan Lin in disbelief. Cornelia held in a laugh with in un-lady like snort. Hay Lin continued to eat.
“Holding your breath under water for long periods of time,” Yan Lin said.
Will answered in the negative. Irma looked nervous. Taranee shook her head and so did Cornelia. Hay Lin snuck an egg roll off Cornelia’s plate.
“Fires mysteriously starting around you.”
Wow these are weird questions, Will thought.
Water has been acting weird around me, Irma thought.
How could she know that? Taranee thought, her heartbeat accelerated near Panic Street.
I have to call Elyon and tell her that Fredrick wants her phone number, Cornelia thought.
Grandma is acting weirder than usual, Hay Lin thought.
“Plants acting weird around you.” Everybody with the exception of Will looked at Cornelia. She presented them with a smug look.
“I told you that tree was terrorizing me,” Cornelia declared in triumphant. The previous weekend, Irma’s family had invited the girls on a camping trip. The girls all split up to find kindling. That’s when Cornelia’s tree adventure occurred.
“Cornelia you were lost,” Irma said dryly. “The tree wasn’t stalking you, you were stalking it.” She was convinced Cornelia had gotten lost and was just too proud to admit it.
“I was not lost!” Cornelia snapped. “That stupid tree was following me!”
“How can a tree follow you?” Hay Lin asked innocently.
“The same way you sneezed so hard you some how broke my expensive vase,” Cornelia declared.
“And my laptop,” Taranee added. Hay Lin looked embarrassed.
“Ahh-lie-choo!” Irma pretended to sneeze.
“Grandma tell them it’s the truth,” Hay Lin demanded hurt.
“Hush girls,” Yan Lin commanded gently. The girls quickly lapsed in to silence. “Hay Lin is telling the truth and so is Cornelia.”
“You believe them?” Irma asked in shock.
“Yes,” Yan Lin said patiently, “just as I believe you can manipulate water, Taranee fire, and Will energy and or everything associated with it.”
The room got so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Will had been watching the exchange, wondering if she’d made friends with a group of crazies.
Will quickly put those thoughts aside. Yan Lin had accurately pointed out her newly found problems. She was still trying to ignore the television that was trying to gain her attention. Talking appliances are normal? she thought disturbed.
Irma, who usually had a sarcastic retort for anything, fell silent. The truth of the matter was water acted freaky around her. It only started happening a few weeks ago, but the occurrences were too frequent to ignore.
Taranee was petrified. She liked to deal with reality. Being able to manipulate fire wasn’t normal. Not that she considered herself normal. No such human existed.
Cornelia gave each one of her friends a smug glare. Not that being chased by a tree was anything to be smug over, but she had all B’s in school. She was not a dumb blonde. Them treating her as such was infuriating.
Hay Lin looked serious, more serious than anyone remembered seeing her. “Guardian powers.” She looked at Yan Lin in excitement. “We’re guardians.”
Guardians, Will thought confused.
“What is a guardian?” Irma asked.
“Because if it’s a job, forget it,” Cornelia said making a face.
Hay Lin looked a Yan Lin, whom nodded her approval. Hay Lin told her friends about the Veil. She told them about the Heart and how it was created. She told them of the guardians and what they stood for. “I thought it was a fairytale made up to entertain me,” Hay Lin admitted.
“It is a fairytale,” Cornelia declared. “Who in their right mind would believe such rubbish?”
“The tree that had such a big crush on you,” Irma replied smirking.
“I was the last guardian of air,” Yan Lin replied. “I am old now and I cannot wield the powers like I used to.”
“Grandma,” Hay Lin gasped. During all the adventures of the guardians, the guardian of air was her favorite. That guardian reminded her so much of herself. Now she knew why.
Yan Lin opened the box sitting on her lap. A brilliant pink light illuminated from it. Will's eyes were transfixed on that light. Yan Lin reached inside, her fingers wrapping around the chain that the Heart was bound to.
Will stood her left hand rising of its own accord, and rested on her heart. She looked as if she was in a trance.
“Will that is not the American flag,” Cornelia said amused. “We don’t pledge our allegiance to a pretty trinket."
Yan Lin took the Heart out of the box and let it go. The girls, with the exception of Will, gasped as it levitated in the air. It floated toward Will. All eyes watched it until she encased it within the palms of her hands.
“You are the Heart’s keeper Wilhelmina,” Yan Lin revealed smiling, “and leader of the Guardians.”
“Why is this happening now?” Taranee asked. “Why after all these years are the guardians needed again?” Why us?
“The lost princess of Meridian needs to be found,” Yan Lin replied. “Only the Guardians are strong enough to help her to regain the throne.”
“Meridian?” Will prompted.
An hour later, the girls stood in a secluded spot under the suspension bridge, uncertain of their fate. “So are we going to try this or what?” Irma asked bored.
“I don’t want to be a Guardian,” Cornelia huffed. “Superheroes have the worst social lives. How am I going to woo Peter when I’m in Meridian hanging out with the local nobodies?” She would not admit she was scared. What she could do to stop King Phobos with the ability to be stalked by a tree, she had no idea.
“They need our help Cornelia,” Hay Lin said frowning. “As the new Guardians it is our duty to help set things right.”
“I think we should talk this through,” Taranee said rationally.
“We’ve been talking for thirty minutes,” Will spoke up. “I’m tired of talking.” She held out the Heart, wondering what was the worst that could happen. If this is some weird joke for some stupid reality television show, I’ll just pretend that I knew it all along. If it is not a joke, then I’ll try my best to help the people of Meridian. No one should live in fear. “Guardians Unite.”
* * *
Poor Cedric “The Pathetic.” He’d been tracking Caleb for hours with no luck. Caleb served himself practically on a plate and the incompetent lizard still could not capture him.
He could not hold Cedric totally at fault. If he were apprehended to easily, King Phobos would suspect his motives, not only Phobos, but also the rebels. All the pawns had to stay in their places.
A vibrant blue light flickered in the distance. A portal. He rushed for it, fate his only companion.
* * *
“Earth!” The Guardian of Earth, Cornelia, called happily. A small flower she pointed at grew to her height. She hummed a tune, and the flower began to sway to the beat.
“Fire!” The Guardian of Fire, Taranee, exclaimed, summoning the element form deep within her being. A small ball of flame materialized in her hands. She threw it. It glided just over the water.
“Water!” The Guardian of Water, Irma, called. She grinned and opened her mouth. A mouth formed in the water, smiled and then reached up and swallowed the fireball.
The Guardian of air, Hay Lin, flew around happily. She’d shown mastery over her skills that the others envied. “Air!”
“Light!” The Guardian leader, Will, called annoyed. Nothing happened. She’d tried every freaking word she could think of that would activate her powers, but nothing worked.
“Try Lightning!” Hay Lin shouted landing beside Irma. The three of them were not under the bridge. Will had moved to the side of it, thinking it was interfering with her powers.
“Um, lightning!” Will called raising her hands dramatically. In eerie silence fell over the land, broken only by the engines of few cars on the bridge above.
A huge lightning bolt came down from the skies. Will, Irma, and Hay Lin dove to the side when it struck the ground where they once stood. The thunderclap afterwards shook the ground and scared anyone who heard it.
“Holy crap!” Cornelia blurted in shock.
“Are you three okay?” Taranee asked concerned.
"Yeah,” Will and Irma replied together.
“Cool!” Hay Lin declared.
“How’d you do that?” Taranee asked.
“I don’t know,” Will replied.
“Quite the cannon you got there Will,” Irma muttered.
“Sorry.”
“Do it again!” Hay Lin commanded.
They got to their feet. Will noticed a blue light in the form of a motionless swirl some yards off. It hovered a few feet off the ground. It was ten feet in width and length. “Look!” She exclaimed pointing at the oddity.
The other guardians, who’d been staring at her oddly, eyes followed her finger to the blue swirls of light. “What is that Will?” Irma asked.
“I don’t know,” Will said blankly.
“Well you made it,” Cornelia replied irritated.
“She didn’t do it on purpose,” Taranee pointed out.
“I know what it is,” Hay Lin said happily. “It’s a portal to another world. Lets go!”
“There’s no way we are ready to go Columbusing in another world,” Will said seriously. “We have to practice.”
“Some more than others,” Cornelia muttered, causing Will’s hackles to rise. She closed her eyes and balled her hands into fist.
“You should close it,” Hay Lin instructed. “It is just as easy for a creature from that world to slip into ours as it is for us to walk into the portal into theirs.
“How do I close it?” Will asked.
“Hold out the heart in front of it,” Hay Lin instructed.
Will approached the portal slowly. Would any of the creatures from the others side make a surprise visit before her unwilling feet made it to the portal?
* * *
Caleb did not hesitate as he jumped through the portal. He came face to face with destiny.
Destiny stood in the form of a red headed guardian of the veil. She was young, beautiful, and looking at him as if he were a Passling, plus the odor and all. She was in a weird stance posed for attack.
He couldn’t help the wave of hatred that glowed almost evilly in his green eyes. She stumbled backwards in shock from that look of intense hatred.
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