My post has been a bit, well, postponed again. Honestly, I have always been a bit lazy, and I have to balance a huge amount of extra activities with posting. All in all, I apologize, but I've been busy for awhile, and it's not slowing down anytime soon. Be prepared for more spaced-out chapters, but be aware that this doesn't mean the quality will drop at all. So, basically, I don't own anything, blah blah blah, all that crap.
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At 8 PM, we were all ready to go and give Dan a proper burial. All of us were wearing black magician's robes, and we had congregated at the front door.
"Ready, guys?" Mariana asked. Everybody nodded.
We had used a portal to transport Dan's body to the cemetery as so that nobody stopped and asked why we were carrying a person, which meant all of us had to walk there. In order to travel there without more weird looks and questions, we split into three groups. In the first was Lily, Nate, Bree, Vera, Arya, Jessica, Tommy, both Troys, Jiako, and I. We would leave before everyone else, and after fifteen minutes, Sabina, Sparky, Mariana, Ashely, Mara, Em, and Sophia would depart on a different route to the cemetery. Then, after fifteen minutes more, on a seperate route, Mariah, Wisteria, Zyon, Cici, and Sarra would leave.
"Okay, well, let's go!" I said to my group. It wasn't really MY group, but what am I supposed to call it? The group that I am also in? We walked on a road bordering the South Side until we reached the non-denominational burial ground.
We sat in an ackward silence that nobody really wanted to break. All of us were sad that we had lost a new friend and trainee, some more than others. For three minutes, we walked around, pretending to be visiting buried loved ones.
Suddenly, we head a loud, pounding noise. "Where are you guys?" called somebody, whose voice I recognized as Mariah.
"Inside the cemetery! Mariah, you were in the third group! Why are you here?" I called back.
"Because! Some people came to our Nome, and we can't stop them! They've destroyed half of the building, and at least three of the trainees are injured. It's terrible, Henry! You have to come back and help us!" Her voice was panicked and scared, like that of the victims they show on TV programs like The Firm and NCIS.
I would have gone to help her- really, I would have!- but when I turned around, three burly men stood, surrounding all of us.
In a deep, low voice I heard the tallest one say, "You won't go help your friends. Prepare to meet your doom."
Ooooh, random cliffy. Did you see that coming? I think not! Well, up until Mariah came up... I promise the next update will be sooner, guys and girls! Adios for now, and have a wonderful day.
-Broadway4eva