Good days always seemed to end in a bad way. Of course, this one was no exception. It had been sunny, she'd received the highest grade possible on her English-speech in the morning and the food had been great. Actually, it wasn't until after lunch that things started to go downhill. First, her P.E-teacher called her in for a talk, since she'd missed several P.E-lessons lately. They had a bit of a quarrel, before he decided that she was telling the truth and had actually been working out during her spare time instead, but he also said that her grade would drop if she didn't show up for today's lesson.

So she did show up, even though she didn't want to, really. P.E. was boring, they didn't do anything. And she felt like she wasn't able to trust the teachers completely. They were both male and she only met them once every week, unlike all other teachers on the school. James, the one who currently took care of her training, was at least better than Terry. He was younger and used better clothes – Terry usually had tights on when he was leading the lesson, which showed a bit too much of his… personal belongings. James used to be a colonel, so he was well trained and knew exactly what bodywork that was good for different people.

Though, as mentioned, she didn't like P.E-lessons anyway. But today she was surprised to meet one of her friends from the orchestra outside the hall.

"Hey Jack! What are you doing here?"

They'd hugged, as friends, before Jack had explained that he needed to talk to her about the play they were both in. Since she had a lesson, he said he could wait for her.

So that was why she soon discovered Jack and James, two blond guys with names beginning with J, talking about her. James was surprised to hear she'd been practising medieval sword-combat and was eager to try and face her. After some useless objections from her side, she gave in and fetched two bars, which were used for completely different things in reality, but had the right weight and length.

It didn't take long before she'd outmanoeuvred him, and after that she did it two times more. After his third defeat, James asked what he was doing wrong. He was both stronger and bigger than her, so he shouldn't be defeated this easily.

"You move to slow", she answered. "You need more flexibility in your arms, which means that a lot of your bigger muscles actually aren't useful at all for you. They need to be smaller but equal in strength to be at their best.

"Also", she continued, "you're just focusing on your strength. Focus on your movements instead and you should do better. Think of it as a dance."

"And do you wish to dance that dance with me?"

She'd turned around towards that unfamiliar voice and noticed a hooded creature, more than two metres high and with a claw as one of his hands. The voice was raspy and from beneath the hood, she noticed two glowing eyes.

"Who are you?" she called.

"Your destiny is calling", the creature said, slowly coming closer. "It is time for you to leave."

"I am not going anywhere", she answered. "What do you want and who are you?"

The next moment, the claw reached around her neck and she dropped the bar, trying to get free.

"Stay away from her!" Jack called and rushed towards her. The creature released her, right into a hole of a twirling vortex.

"Sienna! No!"

She managed to grab the edge of the hole, but seemed to be sucked down by the whirling nothingness.

"Take my hand!" James called from the other side. She tried to reach, but ended up loosing grip with one of her hands. Jack also tried to reach her, but failed as well.

"If you are so attached to her, why don't you accompany her?" the creature said, before both James and Jack passed her, screaming as they fell into the vortex. She released the edge, falling after them, once again thinking how bad this day had turned out to be.