Taking Back Ravenwood

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizard101. I am not making money off the story.

Timberstar: 10/07/11... this means I am now Nineteen! Anyway, this chapter is going to be from the view of someone on the evil side. One of you know who I am talking about.

Enough chit chat, enjoy the story.

Malistaire's Strategist

In Wizard City, there is a tower in a place that used to be Golem's Court. In each of the rooms in this tower, there are papers, scrolls, books, and writing equipment scattered around the rooms. These are the strategies created by Malistaire's strategist, Ethan Nightblood. The room at the top of the tower is painted a dark blue. The furniture is black in color. Sitting in a chair, facing the window, is Ethan.

His skin is a dark tan, his eyes a dark red, and short dark blue hair. The black and blood red hood, that normally covers his hair, is laying on top of the small side table next to the chair. It seems his clothes are mainly black with blood red trim. He looks older than his seventeen years. He is just staring out the window, lost in thought. Then there is a knock on the door.

(Ethan's POV)

Hearing the knock on the door, I put my hood on over my hair. Standing up, I walk over to the door, moving my hand over my heart as I go.

'Stupid scar. Stupid Storm Magic. Stupid family. I need to stop remembering my past.' I grumble in my mind as I open the door.

On the other side of the door stands Ava Nightgem. Her black eyes are cold as she walks in, her black and red streaked hair waving behind her. She looks harmless, wearing simple black clothes, but I know she has an unknown amount of knives hidden on her person. As well as some poison. She is the Head Assassin after all.

I was a bit annoyed."What do you want Ava? I wanted to have at least one day to myself." I demanded. This was some of the only time I have to myself, away from the students and other minions.

She glared up at me. Even though she was tall at 5'11", I was taller at 6'6". As she looked up, I got a look at the Death symbol tattoo she has on her neck.

"Headmaster Drake wants to see the outlines for the attack on Wysteria and Pigswick Academy." The sixteen year old girl ordered, glaring at me.

I glared back and walked over to one of the desks. I shuffled through some of the papers and found the ones Headmaster Drake needed. As I looked through the papers to make sure they were all there, I had the feeling that someone was looking over my shoulder. Turning around, I saw no one. Ava was on the other side of the room. So I dismissed the feeling.

I walked back over to Ava and handed her the papers. "Here they are. I went over all exits, entrances, and emergency tunnels. I don't think those Pigswick students will last long." I sneered.

"What's got your cloak in a twist Ethan? Someone try to befriend you?" Ava started taunting,"Or do you have a headache. Or is there a 'Storm' coming in?"

"For your information Ava," I growled out," I find the fact that my skills in making strategies is in question. My plans are foolproof. They don't need to be looked over."

"If your plans are so 'foolproof', then why did the Resistance get the upper hand in the last two attacks. Maybe you are losing your touch Ethan."

"The Resistance has a Strategist too," grinding my teeth, I go on," His name is Orion Starmaker. I will not be shown up by him a third time." My eyes glowed with my anger.

"Well, you better hope this one goes well. Headmaster Drake may... replace you."

With that last line, Ava turns and leaves the room. I close the door and walk over to the sleeping area of the room. Walking over to a mirror, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head, I saw what looked like a ghost disappear. Shrugging it off, I faced the mirror. I remove my hood and the clothes covering my chest.

Removing the black undershirt reveals a lightning bolt shaped scar in the middle of my chest, very close to my heart. I look at it as the memories flash through my mind. A whole family of Storm wizards, me becoming a Death Magic student, my father hitting me with lightning. It has been seven years, but that pain still lingers. Now though, I start to get mad.

'Who needs them! They threw me away when I became a Death wizard. I don't need them! I don't need anybody!' I think to myself while pacing around the room.

Growling to myself, I grind out,"The world is full of stupid, idiotic people... who don't care about me!"

(The dorm rooms)

In a dorm room sits a familiar figure. With short red hair tipped with black, dark red eyes, and a light tan. The young man, who we know is Blaze Huntershadow, is waiting for something... or someone.

Suddenly, an odd energy fills the room. Blaze breaths out and his breath becomes a cloud. Then, as quietly as a ghost, a figure appears in the middle of the room. The figure is a young girl with long snow white colored hair, icy blue eyes, and pale skin. She looked at Blaze and waved shyly with her right hand, which has a scar on the back.

Blaze smiles, gets up, and walks over to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders, Blaze asks,"Did you see the plans Anna?"

The girl, known as Anna Frostwhisper, smiled and, speaking quietly, said,"I memorized the plans for the attack. The Resistance will greatly appreciate it."

"Well, you aren't known as the best spy in the Resistance for nothing."

Anna just smiled.

Ok that is the end of that chapter. I hope the point of views didn't change too much. Like in the fourth chapter. I'll get the next chapter up in a week or two.

The next chapter will find us back with the Resistance. The last three members of the Resistance will be revealed. Until then, have a good day/night. Bai-bai.