Hesitantly with her broom, the young witch stood at the opening in the face of the clock tower leading out into the wild, stormy skies, wondering if what she was asked to do could be done. The only thing that disturbed her thoughts was the sound of breaking wood in the room behind her. She whipped around and saw the dark spirits emerging from the newly made breaches in the floor. The witch raised her hand to cast a spell for defense, but was stopped short when the room was suddenly filled with a bright purple light. The dark spirits shrieked in agony. The sorceress who had cast the spell turned hastily to the young witch.
"Aerie!" she yelled to her over the roaring winds. "Do you have the message with you?"
"Y-yes…" Aerie stuttered finding it hard to react instantly. She tapped her flight pouch on her belt to indicate where she had hidden the special message she was to deliver. "I've got its addressee inscribed in my broom, but Lady Wandsmith, will you be alright?"
"I will be fine," the elderly sorceress reassured her, "don't worry about me. Right now, the fate of everyone relies on the passing of that note onto its receiver. You must deliver that message."
Just then, a large shadow flew up from below, crashing through the holes in the floor, soaring rapidly toward the two magicians. Raising her staff, Lady Wandsmith chanted an ancient word. The room was once again filled with bright light. The mysterious shade screamed and backed down as the exhausted sorceress collapsed onto one knee.
"Master!" Aerie started toward the fallen sorceress, but stopped when the woman held up her hand.
"G-GO!" Lady Wandsmith yelled at her. The shadow in the room emitted a shrill growl and began to rise. "You don't have much time!"
"B-but, Lady Wandsmith," the young witch replied with shakily, "your powers are-!"
The shadow lunged at them, and, without warning, Lady Wandsmith pushed Aerie forward and out the opening into the storm.
"Go now child…" the sorceress said as she watched her student fly off.
For a moment, the young witch fell through the air until she set herself on the broom. She turned head back to see her master who was now battling the dark giant.
"No! Master!" Aerie cried out. But she could not turn back now, not when everyone was counting on her. Still, Aerie shed tears as she left, at full speed now, turning away from Lady Wandsmith.
"Goodbye, master…."