So, I don't really have anything much to say. I'm kind of trying out a new writing style; you may or may not be able to tell.

I was totally working towards having Alex and Stevie kiss in this chapter...but I guess you'll have to wait now.


Chapter 7

Destiny has decided

Stevie's POV, Stevie's POV, Alex's POV, Alex's POV, ? POV


12:47AM. That's what it says, that damned clock. It's been hours and I just can't drift off. I narrow my eyes and glare to my left. Alex is just silently sniggering to herself. It's not that we're tired, or not tired, it's just we want to sleep, do things never go the way we want them to. I sigh and sit up, Alex comes up behind me and drapes herself over my shoulders, "Ah come on Stevie, what's up" "I don't know, I already told you that damn it." I squeeze my eyes in frustration.

I open my eyes again and blink. I casually gaze ahead, until my eyesight is hooked to a shelf. "My wand" I say. Not a question, no destination. Just a meaningless statement. Alex flops off my shoulders, to the empty space beside me. She mutters a "yeah", and then flicks the wand into her hand. She holds it out to me. I gaze at it warily, before accepting it. The last thing I see before I black out is Alex. Her eyes on mine, mine on hers. Her hand on mine, mine on hers.


I reawaken, confused. I can feel a warm sensation covering my whole body, I can hear humming, but I can see nothing. Darkness surrounding me. I look around, "Alex" I call, my voice laced with hope, fear. I feel lost, I feel scared; feelings so familiar now. It must be a dream; I try to convince myself it must be a dream. I can see myself clearly, every part of me. Am I glowing? I'm the only visible thing in the darkness. I look down to my wand, and run it over in my hands. My beautiful white wand, black ribbon curling its way around from tip to end. Black and White cover at the tip. "What are you doing" I whisper to my wand, thumb stroking down the shaft.

I jump when I hear a voice. "Destiny" it whispers. The voice is smooth, near silent. It is like a whisper of the wind, echoing through still air. I frantically look around, nothing. I look to my wand again, curiosity, a need. I need to know, I need to carry on, I need... "Her" the teasing voice offers, finishing my thoughts. I realise it sounds, familiar? I drop my wand in shock. It rolls a way; at least I know I'm standing on a floor. A blinding flash brings me to my knees.


I glance right from where I lay, and watch Stevie scowl into the night. I can't help but laugh. The cute exasperated expression that covers her face is worth the glare she sends my way. I get up and hug her from behind when I hear her sigh. "Ah come on Stevie, what's up" I ask, she replies in frustration, "I don't know, I already told you damn it." She falls silent a moment, before "my wand" breaks the silence. I frown slightly and mutter a "yeah". Without any thought, or even realising, I had my wand in my hand, and then hers too. Suddenly conscious, I hold it out to her. She hesitates, but takes it none the less. Then there was nothing, I black out. The last thing I saw was Stevie, eyes wide. Eyes on Eyes. I could hear nothing, and feel only my hand on hers. I couldn't breathe.


I groan, and become painfully aware of a throbbing in my head. I bring my hand upwards to be met with a sticky sensation. Damn. My body feels cold, not unpleasant, just cold. It's sort of reassuring, it feels calm. I look around, just darkness. Just me. I am the only thing I can see, the darkness cloaks anything else. Am I... dreaming? I want to panic, but the feeling never arises. I feel oddly safe, an overwhelming sense of belonging hugs back any fear. I become aware of my wand in my hand, and bring it up to eye level. What...what happened to my wand. "What..." I say aloud, quiet voice. Previously, my wand was simple plain red shaft, with a green orb at the end, and a little on the chunky side. Now, it was thinner, and the orb was gone, replaced by a sort of cover, similar to that of an aglet on a shoelace. It was black and white, and watching it carefully you would realise the colours moved. The shaft remained red, if slightly darker, and now a black line circled through the red. I roll the wand in my hands, and murmur "what happened to you."

A whisper breaks the silence and I drop the wand. It rolls away from me, and the whisper breaks through again. "Destiny" the voice whispers. It sounded oddly familiar, but I couldn't place it. I reach forward, intending to pick my wand back up. Instead I fall to my knees, a crack and a white light forces me into unconsciousness again.


I watched them fall. Maillick turns to me, "Do you think they will be ready before your passing." I could detect the uncertainty in his voice. "Whether they are or not, they have no choice. Destiny has called it so. They will be the only hope." He nods. I continue, "Destiny has never been wrong before, I have done as asked, they will be the worlds saviour." I look forward again, they are beginning to stir, and they shall awaken soon. I close my eyes and the image fades.