I really wanted to cut this out, but then I'd have to revise the next chapter. Just skip this. I probably will have two endings.

A black coated figure lifted it's head. It startled everybody, apart from The Marionette, to see no face, but black essence surrounding a pair of glowing red eyes. The figure had bone wings, and held a scythe in its hand. In a raspy, hoarse voice that raised hairs on necks, it addressed the class.

"Hello."

The Marionette beamed at them. "This was the friend I was talking about. He's the only one I can't control, 'cause he's a higher being. When I'm done with my first mission, I'll join him."

"I cannot allow that."

The Marionette turned in shock and surprise at the black figure.

"What?"

The cloaked character solemnly said, "It is not your time."

Her time? What? swirled in the heads of everyone that didn't know the figure.

The person(was it a person?) continued, "You will do great things. You cannot leave. I will not allow it. You will come when it is time. I refuse to let you enter my home."

The Marionette started to silently let tears trickled down her face and cascade on to the ground. A gust of wind hit the class, and the figure turned. As the wind blew, the man turned to dust and was carried off into the distance. The Marionette wailed.

"Why?"

This one was not good. I know. I am aware that my grammar/punctuation isn't that good. When I feel like it, I will come back and edit the story. But today is not that day.