A/N: Hello! I am Lorelei's cousin Iz, she has been grateful enough to let me use her computer and file, seeing as I don't own my own. Septimus Heap and all characters belong to Angie Sage, but wouldn't that be cool if they were mine? They're not though anyway, I hope you like my story!

Marcia Overstrand, ExtraOrdinary Wizard, watched, horrified, as her Restrain slipped for the last time. The Darkeness seemed to be draining her Magyk, and the heat of the Fyre wasn't helping at all. It was just like it had been in the Darke Domaine, only this time no one was there to warn her to get away. The Ring Wizards were getting closer, although Jenna didn't notice. Why? They weren't coming after her. With a sickening realization, Marcia let out a strangled gasp. Two very powerful Darke wizards were coming for her, and she, the ExtraOrdinary Wizard, was powerless to stop it.

Marcia began to step backwards. The Ring Wizards were getting closer. That was when Jenna stopped speaking. Marcia shot her a terrified look. Why had she stopped the Committal? And why was she smiling? "She's yours," Jenna told the Ring Wizards, in a voice not her own. Marcia screamed as loud as she could. The Ring Wizards had backed her into the rail.

The hand of one clamped tightly around Marcia's throat; cutting off the scream and the airway to her lungs. The other watched with pleasure. Marcia started clawing at his hands. Black dots were dancing in front of her eyes, and she could not breathe. It was causing her to get dizzy. Then she heard it.

"Hello, Marcia," said Septimus. Marcia felt instant relief, but it did not last for long. Septimus wasn't helping her, he was walking toward the Ring Wizards, and he was smiling. Marcia tried to scream. His eyes were Darke. He stood their, watching her.

"Septimus stop," she managed to choke out. Septimus reached for her neck as well, and his hand grasped the Akhu Amulet tightly. Marcia's eyes widened and the Ring Wizard tightened his grasp on her throat. It was getting even harder to breath, and now she could hardly see. She could, however, make out her apprentice's smug smile as he yanked the Akhu Amulet off.

"I'm ExtraOrdinary Wizard now, Marcia," He told her. "Finish her off," He then said to the Rink Wizards. The hands choking Marcia let go, and Marcia doubled over, gasping for a breath. She didn't remain standing for long; the Rink Wizards shoved her to the floor. She screamed again. One grabbed her and held her still, and the one who had been watching pinned her to the floor. Marcia started to cry. She could see Septimus by the door with Jenna. "Septimus, Septimus please!" She screamed loudly. He gave her a little wave.

The Rink Wizard forced her to look at him. Marcia watched, terrified, as he lowered his face to hers, and sucked out what was left of her Magyk. Marcia was crying harder than she had ever cried in her life. Where was Milo? Or Marcellus? Where had they gone? The Rink Wizards both shot a Torture at her. Marcia screamed again. "Septimus please help me! Please don't do this!" she managed to shriek.

Septimus smiled again. "Feed her to the Fyre," he told the Ring Wizards. Marcia started to struggle against them. It didn't help, she wasn't strong enough. "No, No, No, No, NO!" she cried as they picked her up effortlessly. The Fyre was at it's highest. The Ring Wizards threw her in. Marcia screamed one last time as the Fyre consumed her.

"Marcia! Marcia! Wake up, Marcia!" Septimus shouted, trying to shake his mentor awake. Marcia continued to shriek and cry in her sleep. When she started thrashing, Septimus tried something else. He tried an Awaken. It didn't work. Septimus was scared. He had never seen her like this before. "Wake up!" he shouted again.

"No, no please, Septimus, please don't do this!" Marcia cried. She was drenched in a cold sweat, and thrashing out. Septimus hated himself for what he was about to do. His hand cupped her cheek. He lifted it, and SMACK! Marcia did not wake. It made it worse. "Not the Fyre! Anything but that!"

Septimus picked her up. She was surprisingly light for a woman of her height. Trying to ignore her cries, he carried her into the bathroom and laid her in the bathtub. He noticed she was trembling, and trying to fight off whatever it was in her dream. "Please don't hate me," Septimus muttered, and he turned the shower on.

Marcia awoke with another scream, gasping for air. She was trying to hold onto something, anything, and, after Septimus had turned the water off, settled for his nightshirt. Her shaking, almost translucent hands grabbed on tightly. Her brilliant green eyes darted everywhere, except at him. He tried to calm her down. "Marcia, Marcia its alright, its over. You're ok, you're safe," He kept repeating. Marcia didn't calm down from her panic. She was breathing erratically, and didn't seem to know where she was.

"Marcia, calm down! Its only Septimus!" he said louder. Marcia shrieked and let go of him, scrambling backwards, which only let her go so far. She finally looked at him, and quickly shut her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side. She held her hands in front of her face. She still saw the Darke. "Don't. Please Don't," she whispered hoarsely. "Not the Fyre. Please don't,"

His jaw fell open. Marcia was afraid of him. He reached for her and took one of her hands gently. She was shivering, and didn't even seem to notice she was soaked. Marcia whimpered. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. It was just a dream, Marcia," He told her softly. Marcia met his eyes again. "S-Septimus?" she asked weakly.

He nodded. "Yes, Marcia. You're safe, everything's ok," he said. Marcia jumped toward him and hugged him tightly. Septimus lifted her out of the bathtub. She buried her face into his shoulder and sobbed. Septimus had no idea what he should do. He had never seen her like this before; it was so unlike the Marcia he was used to. Then again, he thought bitterly, the Marcia I'm used to has never been through such a traumatic experience before.

Septimus gently picked her up again and carried her back to her bed. He sat with her, keeping her dark, wet curls out of her face, until she calmed down enough for him to tuck her in. "Do you want me to get Milo for you?" he asked. Marcia nodded, another tear having slid down her skin. Septimus stood up. "I'll be back soon, Marcia," he whispered.

A/N: Read and Review! I hoped you enjoyed it! Next chapter up soon! It is Milo/Marcia, and Septimus and the rest of the Heaps are in it a lot too.