Chapter 4 ~ What

~ Fallen ~

I twisted and turned in the bed. Lauren was gone. Figures. She was probably killing puppies or studying death magic. I scoffed, disgusted. Well, I'm glad she's gone. Shadow was starting to creep me out.

I let my mind wander. I soon thought of something awkward. My unfortunately always depressing aura of clothes had changed to a rather... warm aura. It felt so soothing and comforting. Almost hot. Probably just my imagination. But as I pinched myself over and over again all I felt was pain. So it was real. But so what? What would warn clothes help? I got up, almost unconsciously. I sighed. I often dreamed of again making flames, but it was useless. Never hurt to try. Using the almost extinct knowledge of 70 levels and many years of pyromancy, she took her now-fire wand and drew the fire symbol.

First nothing happened and my heart sank. it was just a small false hope. She picked up her spell book and a card fell out. She sleepily picked it up and decided to look at it, and began to cry. The sobs wracked her body as she fell back on the bed, sobbing loudly. For the card had not been Scarecrow, the rank seven death spell. It had been Fire Dragon. The rank seven fire spell. And it was no treasure card.