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Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

From where she stood, she raised her hands to the sky and mist appeared all around her, such thick mist that it was impossible to see through it. The mist gathered in the sky, obscuring the clouds and the houses. "Open," she whispered and the hidden entrance of the village opened. The sky separated, breaking into two. The mist reached out and suddenly everything went dark. ... Hello readers Please vote for the story to promote it. Let's take this book to the top. Also leave a review about the book. Lots of love.

LOGAN: We have a magical book and all wordings except the spells in the book have inserted themselves in my brain, probably cos it trust me ANYA: Okay so this Misty, what does she do? LOGAN: This (pointed to the fog) Misty causes Mist. The mist isn't poisonous. She uses it as a disguise. She is a master of disguise and this fog is her battle ground. She can turn the fog into any shape she wants. She is dangerous with her fog...but without it, she's not much of a champion. ROSE: So, is there any way we can clear the fog? LOGAN: Not that I know of. But the surest way is to get rid of the her. Get rid of her...you get rid of the fog.

I cry in pain as it claws its way up my legs. My vision begins to dim, and my head feels hazy. Lethargy makes my limbs. Sluggish, I try to shake off the feeling and strain to release myself from the mist’s hold. But I can feel the little bit of energy I have left wane. Giving it one last try, I manage to break from its hold and fall forward on my hands and knees before I rise clumsily. The heavy mist threateningly follows my clumsy footsteps. As quickly as I can, I turn back to where I think the apartment is and stagger home. I feel like I’m drunk as I stumble away from the mist. My feet feel heavy and weigh me down as if I’m wading through quicksand. I look back again in exhaustion, but the

Every weirdness that she encountered was recorded down, afraid that if she didn't, she would lose herself and completely become Claudine Sigfreid. Misty took a deep breath. Unparalleled seriousness showed on her face as she grabbed her quill pen and sat before the study table. It was made out of rare wood, something that she requested to be brought inside the room. "... I felt like I've been a huge idiot. Why did I waste so many precious pages describing how this world is a sham!" On the latest page of the small notebook, Misty furiously wrote five large words that briefly summarized her current situation, words that she doubted for so long and only whole-heartedly accepted today.

“Pick wrong, and maybe you’ll walk in circles for eternity. Or fall into a memory. Or wake up someone else.” Cayla’s lungs burned as her innards rattled and blood boiled from within. The poison was patient, almost gentle. It didn’t kill—it wore her down. Making it harder to concentrate. *** **Somewhere in the Mist — Raven** Raven’s eyes burned as she stumbled forward. The air was thick, pressing against her like invisible hands. Every ragged breath tasted of rust and rot. She tried to draw her sword, but it wasn’t there. “Hello?” She rasped.

Although Zachary had just heckled him, Mist kept a calm demeanor, accompanied by a small smile. “It would seem none of you take me as a threat anymore. You are dead wrong,” Mist said slyly. Right as he finished his sentence, bladed energy was unleashed. A tiger’s roar was heard, followed by the bladed energy that grouped together to form the visage of a ferocious tiger. Right as it appeared, a great spout of blood splattered across the sky.

Walking round the chair, Misty placed her hands on Reid's shoulders. "You are tensed, do you want me to help," she rubbed against his shoulders and leaned down, letting her breath ghost on his neck. "Like I've always done before Scarlet arrived," Snappily, Reid twirled, his gaze piercing through her skull which made her step back. "Are you supposed to be here, Misty?" His tone was low and severe that it sent a coolness down Misty's spine.

A smoky haze loomed over the barrier where the witches were at work, and my curiosity drew me closer to investigate. The atmosphere crackled with mystical energy as the witches chanted their incantations, creating an otherworldly symphony that seemed to fill the air. Standing at the edge of the clearing, I felt my heart race as the protective barrier slowly took shape, allowing the warriors to pour out and stand ready at our backs.

The mist in Puncak was not like the mist in Paris. In the French capital, the fog felt like a romantic veil, a soft blur that turned the city into a painting. Here, amidst the charred ruins of the Zea estate, the mist felt like cold breath against the back of Serena’s neck—the exhalation of a mountain that had witnessed her family’s destruction.