"Great god Apollo, god of Medicine and Healing,Hear this servant's prayer.Heal him ohh god of medicine.Touch him and heal him.Make your servant well with your cleansingtouch.Heal him, Make him well." I chanted my hands placed on Christian's chest, my eyes shut closed... I imagined his inner chest been repaired and made whole. I chanted the mantra three more times, then I heard Christian cough. I opened my eyes immediately, it worked. Christian is healed."Why, am I alive? Is this... is this heaven." He questioned staring at his hands. "If this is indeed heaven, do you really think I would also be in it?" I questioned, smiling broadly."I guess not. I hope not." He utters. I chuckled. "Well, I stopped you from dying." He sat up in one swift movement, having a look of shock. "You saved me?" "Yes I did." I answered."You shouldn't have Anastasia. Why would you do that!" He yelled standing up.I stood up also, having a look of disbelief. "Why wouldn't I? I saw you thrust a kni

"What's going on mother?" Christian asked his mum anxiously as we rushed over to the door of the mansion. "I can't explain it Christian. It is beyond my understanding. Come with me." Mrs Grey replied equally anxious and eager. She led us into the mansion taking us straight to the hall. Right from the door of the mansion I could tell whatever was going on in the clan, is big and dangerous. Women were running around, kids were crying. The whole place was just so hectic and in chaos.Walking into the hall I realize the chaos I was met with earlier, was in fact just a smaller one. The one inside the hall is much more bigger. Sick men laying down on mats, some of them looking so dried up, some were covered with white clothes. I am presuming those once are dead.Mrs Grey knelt down in front of one of the sick men... I noticed the man had a bucket besides him. At first I wondered what was the use of the bucket, but soon enough my curiosity was satisfied. The sick man sat up abruptly co

"All you have to do is close your eyes and I will take care of the rest." Terror said to me, and I did as he instructed. He takes a hold of my hand, murmured some words that I had no idea of it's meaning... Then he drew some lines on my palm.I felt it, I felt it just the way I had felt it when Arkalis passed on his powers to me. But this time it was different, I felt a surged of power leaving my body. Terror took everything, every single ounce of power in my body... I felt empty. "Well that's it, it was nice doing business with you Miss witch. See you later." He winked at me then disappeared. "I hope not " I muttered to myself staring at the empty space before me. *****TWO WEEKS LATER*****It's been two weeks, a week of endless nightmare, avoiding Christian and his clan. It's been a tiresome week."Ana! Ana! Miss Anastasia." The distant yelling of my name resounding in my ear, brought me out of my deep thinking.I was met with the angry eyes of my history teacher, Mister Peters. A

"Long ago, there was a demon called Abaddon. Abaddon is the keeper of hell, he is called the destroyer and the bringer of terror. Abaddon life's goal was to bring hell on earth for humans and the only thing that could stop him was dragon's breath. And this is were Arkalis comes in. In other to stop Abaddon from destroying earth and merging it with hell, he had to create your forefathers... the dragon." Mrs Maria paused."So you are telling me... that war wasn't between kings like it was told?" I asked shocked."Yes. It was between Abaddon and your forefathers. The dragon's breathe, couldn't kill Abaddon it could only separates Abaddon powers from his body and that gem contained his powers . With the little power he still had in him, Abaddon was able to disappear never to be heard from again." Mrs Maria narrates. "And what happened to the Gem?" I asked crossing and uncrossing my legs patiently."It was placed in a hidden location, that even the elders know nothing about. And this is

Britney’s POV:“Please tell me that man “is” the last man.” I said to Carl, fanning my face with my bare hand. I feel so tired and hungry. If my house wasn’t destroyed I would really love to soak my tired self in my bathtub, or go for a dip in the swimming pool.“Yup, that’s the last.” Carl replied folding a big poly bag. I accompanied Mrs Maria and some young men from the clan about my age, to hand out incentives to the people affected by the earthquake. Most of this people lost their homes, jobs, families and a lot more. Mrs Maria can’t give them back their lives and so handing out food, clothes, bed and a warm blanket is all we could do. If witches were to go around the world repairing broken earth, houses, companies and all.. that would be one suspicious movement and also there’s not a lot of those witches to even help with the movement. “We should head back to the van.” Carl suggested. I would love to step back and just admire this young fineeeee man standing in-front of me,