"A key?" I ask, looking down at the small key resting on his palm. "Yeah." He whispers. "I found it in Branson's collectibles." "Wait…he has his collectibles of dark objects?" I ask. "Duh. Who do you think would otherwise tell me about magical objects if they didn't have a few in their possession."  "Fine. But what does this key do? Open doors?" I raise my eyebrows, questioningly.  "I'm not sure about that either. But I can feel its magic. Don't think I am crazy but when I was in Branson's store house filled with these objects, I had this strange feeling that something was calling me. And I opened the drawers to find this. This appears like a normal key, but it expands so much energy. I think it's used to open some secret doors." He says in an intense stone.  "What secret door?"  "I don't know. All I do know is that I wil

 "The magical objects are known to be one of the most powerful creations of the witches." Professor Sheila places her long stick on the digital projection that flashes on a white screen. "They are easy to use, and except a few, don't have any limitations on who uses them. The magic never goes out and they can be preserved for eternity."  "Wow. That sounds so tasty. You wonder if we have any objects here." Tessa whispers in my ear, but I don't reply back. She finally remembers me when Peter's out? How amazing! I have so many thoughts going in my head, that's why I don't let her share a mind link with me. I don't want her to know that I don't like the fact that Peter Pan is stealing all my spotlight. So, I focus on what Professor Sheila has to say on these objects.  Though, it's still like rubbing salt on my open wounds because it reminds me of Alex. He talked about the key before he started to act like a total prick. Bl

 "Ladies first." He holds the door for me and I step inside the restaurant. It is a small,cozy space with picture frames hanging on the yellow coloured walls. The smell of food waffles my nose and Tristian leads me to a table in front of the glass window. It doesn't really like a friendly hangout anymore. Not that I mind.  He pulls a chair for me and I smirk. "That's probably too much." I say.  "It's something I do." Tristian smiles and somehow I feel like I can believe what he says.  I shrug and settle on the chair while he takes the seat across from me. The menu cards lay on the furnished grey table that almost looks a shade of yellow under the light. I pick up one and look through the dishes. Hmm. Though there is no need for me to look since Tristian would be doing the orders, I find it a comfortable thing to hide behind his penetrating gaze. He should know that the way he looks makes my bo

 "Whenever using your techniques make sure you have all senses of yours wide open." Tristian said and I nodded my head. "Nobody will wait for your permission to strike you down and tell you beforehand they are coming . You have to figure it out and take the right chance to turn the table to your side. A good Luna is not just strong, but has sharp wit and understands the rules of the games she is playing. No matter what happens,you need to have a clear head while making decisions because it can later affect a lot more than you think it would."  Sia growls as I remember what Tristian said. The knife digs into her flesh making some blood fall on the floor. The pain makes me want to run away and hide somewhere. I don't want to feel all this. I want to go back to Tristian. But then again, I won't! Sia turns back to the team and gives a huge growl. I won't go back! I've come this far not to be a kitten and hide behind the bushes. Which I certainly di

 Tessa flickers her eyes open and finds me sitting on the tool beside her bed. She sits up and frantically looks around,her eyes wide open to take in the surroundings. "How are you feeling?" I ask her, praying to the MoonGod again and again for saving my best friend's life. I don't know what would have happened if she wasn't alive. I don't know what I would have done.  "What happened?" She asks, her hazel eyes confused.  I sigh. "You passed out in the maze, under the influence of the fog and didn't wake up for a long time."  "No! I remember seeing something. There was a shadow in the fog that scared me and then I passed out. Though it was definitely foggy. It was the fog before that made me unconscious. But then I woke up again and saw something being around the fog. It was hard to trace but then I saw it sucking blood. I was so scared that I—I" she holds her head. "I guess I passed out