Hours after class had ended, the three who had disappeared into the light reappeared on top of one of the towers.
"Whew! That was a close one, we almost gave ourselves away!" Devon cried out.
Star gave the last of the group a glare, before answering in reply to what the first said. "I'm just glad we got out of there before they found out."
"That's what I don't get: why can't they know?" Clara asked, combing her long black hair with her fingers. "Why do we have to hide?"
"I don't get it either, I mean I see the timelines too, but I still don't know why we have to hide the fact that we need to hide who we are."
"Alright, I'll tell you, you would have found out sooner or later anyway. Just don't go spilling this to every being in the dimension." She gave the blackette a hard glare. She just nodded sheepishly. "Before we came here, I was looking through the timelines, when I saw something. The timeline here is unstable."
"Meaning?" Clara grunted.
"Meaning if we so much as tell more than one soul here who we are, the shock would collapse this dimension's timeline, right?" Devon figured thoughtfully.
"Exactly, but that's not it, I saw events that should have never happened. Destruction of streets, buildings, even the planet itself. Some of those things should not have ever even been in the timeline of the universe. Someone changed this time. Someone is after us, all of us." She glared a Clara, who stared back with indifference. "We need to find this someone and deal with them, without killing." Point blank at Clara. "I don't think they know who exactly we are, but since they changed time, they can do more than we believe."
"How do you know it's more than one person doing all this?" Devon wondered.
"Because I know the timeline is practically unchangeable in this dimension, so someone must have upset the balance that was set on this planet." Star explained. "One wizard would not ever be enough."
"So there would be more than one of the characters." Clara confirmed, certain that she could find who did the changes to the timeline. "How do we find them?"
"We don't." Devon answered. The other looked at her like she was crazy. "They find us." The stared at her.
"I knew you were too smart for your own good." Star complimented. "So now we wait."
As the girls headed back, a pair of eyes stared out of the bushes. Interesting, the figure thought.
Quickly it sprinted through the forest, headed for Gloomywood. As it moved through a patch of sunlight, it showed a male man with young boyish features. He was wearing a long golden cloak.
Soon a portal appeared behind the trees. He dashed through it and flew up to a second platform. After arriving in the new area, he searched for something, after finding it, a key, he whipped out a box with a symbol scratched upon its surface.
Quickly, he stuck the key in the hole. A flash of bright light ensued. Then, he was gone.
They arrived at their three bedroom apartment. Not one shared a room with each other. They filed into Devon's room. Gold furniture littered the room and the walls were a deep silver. Butterflies hung from the ceiling. A silver chandelier hung down from an arched ceiling. The silver bed sheets and golden pillows lay on the bed. Rainbows danced through the air as they walked in and sat on the bed.
"Whew! We made it past the 'Night Patrol'." Star huffed, sighing in aggravation. "So now we wait for the wizards to come." The others nodded.
Each girl headed to their rooms, except Devon, and laid down to rest for the night. Dressing in her pajamas, Devon crawled into the bed and laid her head on her many pillows. Sighing, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning her alarm blared, she reached up and tapped the snooze button on her phone, then fell back to sleep. Ten minutes later, a second alarm started up. What it meant; she was going to be late if she didn't wake up.
Sighing she slowly lifted her body and turned until she was sitting on the bed. Rising to her feet, she walked to the bathroom. She found a rainbow winged butterfly necklace sitting there, as if waiting for her. Stepping into the shower room, she turned on the hot water and stepped in. Five minutes later she stepped out dripping wet and clutching a towel around her body. Taking a minute to brush her teeth, she stepped into the main room of her dorm and slipped quickly through the doors to her bedroom.
After searching through her closet, pulling things out and putting them back, she settled for a green tank top with a brown cropped jacket and a light green skirt. Devon applied some makeup and pulled on green knee-high boots. She braided her hair into a long braid that hung down her back. Lastly, she fastened the butterfly necklace around her neck.
Grabbing her books, she ran out of the room, and crashed right into Star. "Sorry! I didn't see you there."
"It's okay." Star smiled that bright smile of hers. Sometimes that smile creeps me out, Devon thought. Star wore a greenish silver dress with pink spaghetti straps, pink and green striped boots and her hair was up in a high ponytail. A green pendant shaped like a star hung from her neck.
A door slammed shut, making them both jump. Spinning around, they saw that Clara was coming in from night hunting. There was a scratch on her neck
"What happened?" Star demanded. "Why do you have a scratch on your neck?"
Clara sighed and started to walk into her room, the other two followed. "I was attacked by a group of men."
"WHAT?" Devon shouted. "By who?"
"Calm down, they didn't hit me." Clara grumbled. "Besides you would know."
"If you didn't get hit, then why do you have a scratch on your neck?" Star pointed out. Devon took a deep breath.
"Well, fine... I got a prophecy the other day." She said quietly. "'Blackest Nights, the shadows that follows the being of the light, protection is neccesary, for those who don't will wilt and die.' That's the entire thing." She looked to Star, who looked thoughtful. "Star?"
"That seems familiar... But I can't remember where I heard that!" She wondered. "We'll just have to keep a look out, 'kay?" The others nodded, oblivious to the six pairs of eyes on them, they turned to go to class and did just that.