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the Ellevil castle. There’s a long field we have to cross to reach it. Donovan takes my hand. Donovan’s tight green elf leggings make him look awkward and uncomfortable. I cover my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. He looks over at me sternly and walks down the steep hill.
Why would Emily lead us into Ellevil if everyone here hates witches? This only makes us feel even more awkward, not to mention all the tension lurking in the air and freakishly green eyes gleaming from every which way. None of this makes any sense at all, although I can understand why a mystic, good or bad, would hate my kind.
Because we killed theirs.
I brush Donovan’s shoulder and he glares at me like he always does. I shrug it off like I’ve always done; our relationship is like this. Donovan taps his broomstick next to the tree we’re standing by. I can tell he is deep in thought.
“How did you know about Eric’s plan?” I ask.
Donovan stops tapping his broomstick on the bark behind him, not looking at me. “I…knew, okay?”
“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“You don’t need to know everything. Why can’t you mind your own business?” he says through clenched teeth.
How am I ever to trust him if I know he’s keeping things from me? I cross my hands over my chest, waiting for him to come up with some moronic lie. “Your brother tried killing me. That definitely makes it my business.”
“I suppose you two were about to bicker?” someone says.
I hate this voice so much; I know exactly who it is. Emily glares at us, and a short elf girl with chocolate brown hair holding a bow stands in front of us confidently.
Emily rolls her eyes and walks by us, standing in front of the forest. Her little friend goes to sit on a big rock. Emily glances at the girl on the rock.
“Let’s play a game,” Emily says.
“I thought you were training us?” Donovan spits.
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Then what’s the point of us being here?” I question.
“I say we play tag,” the girl suggests. “It’ll be fun.”
“Ahh, nice idea, Carissa,” Emily says, unhooking her weapons from the straps on her thighs and throwing them on the ground. Carissa does the same.
“What the hell? You want us to play tag? How is that training us?” Donovan demands.
I agree with him, not to mention I think I’ve had enough time exploring the forest. It’s pretty creepy around here in the home of elves.
“How long do you think they’ll last before surrendering?” Emily asks.
Carissa laughs. “I’d give them about a minute or two.”
Emily glances at us, an evil smirk spreading across her face.
“Hey! Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Donovan asks impatiently, gripping his broomstick.
I can tell he is afraid and wonder why he lets Emily get to him so easily. I figure this game of tag won’t be what I think it’ll be.
“You feel his emotions?” Emily giggles to Carissa. “He’s afraid.”
A group of elves comes to stand near us. “Oh come on, witch, you kill corrupt mystics all the time. I’m sure a fun little game like tag won’t hurt you a bit,” Emily mocks.
“We heard you guys were gonna play tag!” a male elf yells out to us.
“Yeah, but it’s only for these two pathetics.” The group of elves chuckles among themselves, and I glare furiously at Emily.
Donovan clenches his fists tightly, his jaws tight with anger. The huddled elves make way for someone to walk through, and I see Christian emerging through the group, standing still on the hill looking at me, his eyes worried. He and I stare at one another for a minute. He knows I want to get back at him for hallucinating me into thinking his treehouse was built by him.
Although I do wonder why he would stay out there in the forbidden forest. Are the elf bullies really too much to for him to handle? I don’t want to find out.
Emily’s laughter fades away, seeing him gaze down at us. She crosses her arms over her chest, a
Why would Emily lead us into Ellevil if everyone here hates witches? This only makes us feel even more awkward, not to mention all the tension lurking in the air and freakishly green eyes gleaming from every which way. None of this makes any sense at all, although I can understand why a mystic, good or bad, would hate my kind.
Because we killed theirs.
I brush Donovan’s shoulder and he glares at me like he always does. I shrug it off like I’ve always done; our relationship is like this. Donovan taps his broomstick next to the tree we’re standing by. I can tell he is deep in thought.
“How did you know about Eric’s plan?” I ask.
Donovan stops tapping his broomstick on the bark behind him, not looking at me. “I…knew, okay?”
“There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“You don’t need to know everything. Why can’t you mind your own business?” he says through clenched teeth.
How am I ever to trust him if I know he’s keeping things from me? I cross my hands over my chest, waiting for him to come up with some moronic lie. “Your brother tried killing me. That definitely makes it my business.”
“I suppose you two were about to bicker?” someone says.
I hate this voice so much; I know exactly who it is. Emily glares at us, and a short elf girl with chocolate brown hair holding a bow stands in front of us confidently.
Emily rolls her eyes and walks by us, standing in front of the forest. Her little friend goes to sit on a big rock. Emily glances at the girl on the rock.
“Let’s play a game,” Emily says.
“I thought you were training us?” Donovan spits.
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Then what’s the point of us being here?” I question.
“I say we play tag,” the girl suggests. “It’ll be fun.”
“Ahh, nice idea, Carissa,” Emily says, unhooking her weapons from the straps on her thighs and throwing them on the ground. Carissa does the same.
“What the hell? You want us to play tag? How is that training us?” Donovan demands.
I agree with him, not to mention I think I’ve had enough time exploring the forest. It’s pretty creepy around here in the home of elves.
“How long do you think they’ll last before surrendering?” Emily asks.
Carissa laughs. “I’d give them about a minute or two.”
Emily glances at us, an evil smirk spreading across her face.
“Hey! Are you going to tell us what’s going on?” Donovan asks impatiently, gripping his broomstick.
I can tell he is afraid and wonder why he lets Emily get to him so easily. I figure this game of tag won’t be what I think it’ll be.
“You feel his emotions?” Emily giggles to Carissa. “He’s afraid.”
A group of elves comes to stand near us. “Oh come on, witch, you kill corrupt mystics all the time. I’m sure a fun little game like tag won’t hurt you a bit,” Emily mocks.
“We heard you guys were gonna play tag!” a male elf yells out to us.
“Yeah, but it’s only for these two pathetics.” The group of elves chuckles among themselves, and I glare furiously at Emily.
Donovan clenches his fists tightly, his jaws tight with anger. The huddled elves make way for someone to walk through, and I see Christian emerging through the group, standing still on the hill looking at me, his eyes worried. He and I stare at one another for a minute. He knows I want to get back at him for hallucinating me into thinking his treehouse was built by him.
Although I do wonder why he would stay out there in the forbidden forest. Are the elf bullies really too much to for him to handle? I don’t want to find out.
Emily’s laughter fades away, seeing him gaze down at us. She crosses her arms over her chest, a
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