A/N - It seems that I accidentally left a sentence in the end of the last chapter that I misplaced and looked like a spoiler. I already changed it, so if you feel like you've already read something and have some kind of deja vu, don't be scared!

Brace yourselves, the end of this story is near... Happy reading, and remember to leave a review! :)


It was then when Cordelia saw the blood marks in the carpet, and realization hit the student. If her best friend had been turned into dust, she couldn't have bleed, so either the blood wasn't hers or Misty had died in a very different way than Cordelia had been told. Under the careful look of the teacher and the man, she knelt on the floor and touched the red liquid with her fingertips. Her second sight triggered, showing her mind what had happened two days before. Misty entering the room, doing four of the Seven Wonders and then bursting into an argument with the old woman. And then something had flown through the air, a shining dagger that had been resting on the woman's desk. In the middle of the room, Misty had fallen to the floor. Misty was dead.

"You killed her!"

"Yes I did." the woman said with satisfaction. Killing people was kind of an obligation for her if she wanted to remain as the Supreme for more years, and she honestly didn't care that her victims were just potential supremes. She had managed to have the headmistress under her absolute control, using Concilium on her every time she could, until she had arranged a whole new way to kill every single potential supreme without having to stain her hands with blood. Once a girl crossed the door of her office, she waited for them to fail the basic wonders and dismissing them. If a girl showed that she was able to do six of the seven wonders, she just waited for them to fail in Descensum and being trapped in hell. The teacher smirked, remembering that the list of girls who had been turned into dust in that carpet was endless. "I killed Misty Day. What are you going to do, huh? Kill me?" Cordelia swallowed hard. "That won't bring her back. She's dead." she continued.

"I can bring her back. I know I can." Cordelia stated, making the woman laugh and roll her eyes.

"And how are you going to do that, little bitch?"

"Vitalum Vitalis."


Two hours later, after Spalding had dug up the Cajun girl's body and brought it to the headmistress' office again, Cordelia was kneeling next to it, tears silently running down her face. Misty's angelical face, stained with mud and soil, was as pale as it could be. Her eyes were shut and her lips were slightly parted, and if Cordelia ignored the wound and the endless blood that stained the witch's dress, she could think that she was just sleeping. She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it was her turn to be brave. I love her, she thought.

"If you love her so much, then save her." she heard the teacher say, sitting on an armchair next to the mysterious man. He hadn't said a word since Cordelia had interrupted his conversation with the professor, but Cordelia had the sensation that he was familiar to her. "Or are you too useless to do that?" the teacher continued.

Sick of feeling mocked and underrated, Cordelia wiped her tears with the sleeve of her black dress and inhaled deeply, approaching her face to Misty's. Viltalum Vitalis, a little voice explained in her head, quoting her text books. The balancing of scales between one life force and another. Witches can transfer their own life force to dead or nearly dead people in order to heal them. Can also be used to drain life force as well. It was her last opportunity to bring her friend back. She gave a last look to the girl's face before closing her eyes and hovering Misty's lips with her own. She let out a soft breath and prayed that the girl would open her eyes. But she didn't. With panic starting to take over her body, she closed her eyes again and tried again, grabbing her friend's cold hand and breathing into her lips. Misty didn't wake up.

"Oh, what a shame. I guess we'll have to bury her corpse again." the professor said sarcastically.

"No. One more time, please." Cordelia begged, raising her gaze. The woman raised an eyebrow but stood where she was. Cordelia turned to look again to her friend, whispering a soft "I love you" before hovering her lips on Misty's one last time. She exhaled, suddenly feeling tired and dizzy. For a moment she thought that the room had started spinning, until she saw the swamp witch's eyes open and look at her.

"C-C-Cordelia?" the girl muttered.

"Yes." was the last thing Cordelia managed to say before closing her eyes.


Cordelia woke up in her bedroom, covered with the soft sheets of her bed. Her forehead burned, she had an awful headache and her vision was blurry, but she could still tell that Misty was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep.

"Hi." the wild-haired girl muttered when she saw that Cordelia had regained her consciousness. "How are you?"

"How much time I've been sleeping?"

"Three days."

"Oh."

"How are you?" Misty asked again.

"Okay, I guess." Cordelia answered as she sat up on the bed and moved next to Misty. "A little bit tired. And you?"

"I'm alive, so really well." she said with a smile, shrugging. Cordelia raised her hand and reached for Misty's, intertwining their fingers together and letting their hands rest on her lap. "Thanks for saving m-" the girl started.

"I couldn't stand to live without you." Cordelia interrupted her, knowing that she should talk before all her courage dissipated. Misty looked at her, questioning what her words meant with her gaze. "I am probably still not ready to be in a relationship right now, but I think I love you, Misty, and I don't want to wait. I've needed to lose you to realize it, and I'm really sorry about it. But I hope you can forgive me."

Without exchanging any other word, Misty leaned in and pressed their lips together in a quick kiss. Cordelia quickly felt her cheeks burning and turning red, and smiled when the swamp girl's lips left her own and whispered a soft 'I love you'. She leaned to kiss her back again, this time more slowly but as gently as she could.

"So you forgive me?" Cordelia asked some minutes later, when they finally stopped placing soft kisses in each other's lips.

"Of course I do." the girl replied. "But I think there's something you should know..."

"What?"

"When I was doing the Seven Wonders, I was doing the divination test when professor Goode and I-"

"Started arguing. I know that."

"You know?"

"I think I have a Second Sight."

"Oh, okay. Then you know that..."

"She killed you. Yes, I know."

"No, I meant if you know that she's-"

"Here." Cordelia said, her jaw dropping as she saw the teacher enter their shared bedroom. Her black heels clicked on the room's floor, making Cordelia's headache worse with every step she took. "What are you doing here?"