SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING D; School, chaos, you know...

This story is pretty much done~ so, Here we go!

"All rise to begin the summoning!" Called the male elf from earlier. It was a stupid thing to say, because no one actually had enough room to sit down in the first place.

The elves in the damp, candle-lit chamber began to chant some kind if incantation. It was in no language I had ever encountered before, and only made me more curious about where these elves had learned about Unholy Magic. Several minutes later, Corrail fainted. His body fell neatly inside the hex circle painted with his own blood. The other elves paid him no heed and continued to chant in their odd language.

"It's over, almost over."

My eyes darted around frantically. All people in the chamber were either unconscious or busy chanting- so who just spoke to me?

It felt like a century had passed by the time the male elf called the chanting to a halt. Everyone stood quietly, waiting for something to happen. Roughly 20 minutes elapsed when the first person called:

"Where is our Lord Zamorak?"

A second unidentified voice shouted:

"Have we made a mistake?"

The spark of concern grew into a fire of anger, confusion, and fear.

"If we have made a mistake, will we be punished for it?"

"What are we going to do if the humans wake up?"

"What if Seren punishes us?"

The clamor grew, and grew. The male elf and Corrail's sister were unable to silence them. Corrail was still unconscious in the hex circle, I observed.

Something was wrong, though. Just hours ago, Corrail's hair had been silver. Now, his soft, pale hair was solid black. I remembered clearly that Corrail had fallen on his face when he passed out; now he was lying on his back.

I was certain that his sister had not moved his body.

"SILENCE!" Shouted a powerful voice that resonated around the chamber. The cacophony of noise halted at once.

"You have all DISPLEASED ME," said the voice once again, "and I will NOT forgive you easily!"

Suddenly, Corrail staggered to his feet. His eyes, which were now crimson, blinked open and glared at the crowd disapprovingly.

"You CAPTURE and HARM your fellow Zamorakians, you awaken me in this LATE hour, and you give me this SNIVELING, WEAK, vessel," shouted Corrail's body, "The punishment is DEATH."

Out of nowhere, the whole crowd was on fire. Red and black flames crept up the body of every man, woman, and child in the chamber. Screaming. Chaos. Agony. Then nothing. It was over as quickly as it started. Not a single bone or hair was left to tell the tale of what had happened here. Whoever had taken up residence in Corrail's body had not left, though. He was watching myself and my friends carefully.

"You, with the white hair," he said, using a softer voice this time, "come here."

I sat up, surprised that I was no longer paralyzed. Skylar and C04 were awake and looking at me frantically. It was just me, I guessed. I made my way over to Corrail/The Spirit and stared at my wizard boots.

"Can you guess who I am?" Asked the being inside Corrail's body.

"You're Zamorak," I whispered, "my Lord."

Zamorak nodded and rested a hand on my head.

"You're special, Luna," he whispered, "I'll always look out for you." Zamorak glanced at my friends who were still lying in a pile. "I'll look out for your friends too. Come on, child. no need to be so timid."

I met his gaze respectfully. I was shocked, to say the least. Shocked and honored. Mostly shocked, though. However, I did have ONE question.

"What will happen to Corrail?" I asked, flinching as the words left my mouth.

"He will be returned to you, healed perfectly," sighed Zamorak, "because I see you have become fond of him."

I nodded my thanks and he smiled. Zamorak looked nice when he smiled, I observed. Or was it technically Corrail that looked nice? I wasn't too sure.

"The human plane is not mine," Zamorak said at last, "and me being here is going to 'upset the balance'. I bid you farewell, Luna." Corrail collapsed again, and the black pigment bled out of his hair and vanished into smoke.