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He grabbed my shoulders and almost shoved me away. My back slamming against the wall, my eyes wide with fear as I stared at him. "Serena…don't you get it, I'm a freak and when I was in the theater I felt something, something terrifying me, more than my other normal thoughts. I was feeling someone else's emotions."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

He stepped closer and laid his hands upon my shoulders; our bodies parallel, our eyes locked as he leaned forehead, his forehead pressed against mine.

"I felt your emotions, Serena."

My mind went completely blank as my thoughts tried to grasp the meaning of his words.

"What? How?" I mouthed, the word caught in my throat.

He pushed himself away from me, his eyes down cast as he shook his head.

"I don't know….but I felt your emotions, Serena," he repeated, his voice flat.

I stared at him as his words finally clicked in my mind; my heart seemed to skip a few beats and my throat went completely dry as my feet inched sideways; my hands frozen along with cold stone as I moved deeper into the alley.

"I told you," he said quietly, staring after me.

For a moment, I paused and stared back at him; pain filled his eyes, but anger and frustration covered the rest of his features. An uncomfortable silence fell over us; only my rapid, uncontrolled thoughts seemed to break it and Danny hadn't taken a single step towards me. Pressing my lips together, I forced my feet to move back and my hands pushed themselves off the wall. He watched me without a word, but his body began to tremble slightly and his hand shot out.

"Stop!" he ordered gently as he took a few steps back. I paused; my eyebrows frowned in confusion.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head, his voice cracking in fear. "You're afraid….confused…and-"

"And I understand what its like," I finished.

His head snapped up and a forced laugh escaped his lips. "You understand what these powers are?"

"No," I paused; a half a smile of triumph had begun to curl at the corners of his lips.

I rolled my eyes and sighed while my feet kept moving forward. Danny tried to move away, but my hands shot out and grabbed his. For a moment, he looked down at our hands and then slowly raised his head towards me. I bit my lip and continued, my voice strained as I tried to make him understand.

"You're right, I don't know what you're going through with those powers, but I do….I do know what it's like to be an outcast….the only one people can't understand."

Our eyes locked for a moment, but quickly broke as he shook his head. "Not much fun right?" he asked simply.

I shook my head, my hands sliding into my pockets. "No, but that's way….way I think this," gesturing between us, "is a good thing. Maybe all we need is someone to trust."

"For us to trust each other?" he asked the idea seemed almost foreign to him.

A small smile crept onto my lips as I nodded. "Yeah, isn't that what friends do."

He chuckled lightly and nodded. We stayed that way for a few minutes; our hands cuffed together and our eyes down cast as though our thoughts were connected. Suddenly, he pushed away and headed back down to the courtyard. I opened my mouth to call him back, but my throat had gone completely dry. Pressing my lips together, I followed him, consciously keeping a good distance between us. The courtyard seemed filled with life again as other magicians, assistants and even gardeners swarmed through. Danny didn't even break his stride as he hurried back inside the mansion. I quickly flowed, but he had already disappeared through the rows of books through the library.

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The rest of the afternoon seemed to pass in a bluff of senseless chatter from Cedric, Mom and Paul trying to keep order and make the show run smooth while Mrs. Martin and Kevin comforted and papered Sam. Hunter had seemed to loose his steam of hatred towards me and Danny as the day wore on.

"So what do you think?" Cedric asked, staring down at his left over salad.

"What?" I asked, slamming back into reality.

"You ok, Serena? You've been out of it since you and Danny left this morning," Cedric asked, his hand inching closer to mine.

Shifting it away, I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm….." my voice trailed off in confusion.

The familiar hand had begun to push against my shoulder while the wind blew past my cheek, forcing me towards the library. I felt Cedric grab my arm in confusion, but his voice seemed to fad away until it disappeared completely. The masses of the other people dissolved into darkness as a light glowed in the distance.

"Come….hurry," the deep male voice beckoned.

My body leaned forward; my mind completely blank, except for his voice echoing in my head. Each step I took, felt like cement as I tried to run towards the library. Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me back.

"Serena, what's wrong with you?" Mom asked, her nails digging into my arms.

Noise, light, and my mother's stern, confused features swam back into view; the wind had died away. My eyes glanced around at the small crowd turned to stare at us. Everyone gradually began to go back to their own conversations, but I felt their stares as Mom dragged me from the room.

Shutting the door behind us, she asked, "Serena, what the heck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," I said gently.

"Oh right, you and Danny have been acting really weird lately, maybe you should go back and stay with Dad," Mom suggested.

I shook my head and stepped away from her; the idea was almost to terrifying to imagine. "I'm fine Mom, really, I just have to cheek something….um, have you seen Danny?"

"No….I think Max wanted to talk to him about something and you," her hands rested upon my shoulders, "you should go take it easy, go relax."

"I will, but I have to cheek something first," I said again.

Mom opened her mouth to respond, but Ms. Martian interrupted her. My mind drifted off as the adults talked quietly to each other while I snuck around them and darted back down the hall. As if on cue, the hand grabbed my shoulder and began to guide me; as though I needed it, the hand and wind only seemed to led to one place.

The same manuscript was laid out upon the table. For a moment, my breath caught in my throat as I walked around the desk. A shiver crawled down my spine as my fingertips brushed against ruffled pages. The gentle wind swept past my check and tickled my neck as the hand pushed lightly on my shoulder forcing me to sit.

"Serena," the voice muttered.

"What's going on?" I asked; my voice cracking and breaking through the spell.

I glanced down at the page with my name scripted and the same message of danger scripted twice underneath. My fingers traced over the words as my terror gradually began to subside into confusion. The wind picked up again and more words were written upon the page.

Danger.

"What danger," I asked.

Max

"What about Max?"

Power hungry, killed

"What?"

WIZARD

My eyebrows shot up in confusion as my fingers traced the last word. I leaned back in the chair and heard two voices…two very familiar voices. I shot up from my seat and looked around; my pulse quicken as the seconds ticked by.

"Danny, Max?" I called out, my voice echoing through the vault.

No one answered, but the voices were extremely close. My eyes landed upon a covered ball in the corner of the table. Pulling the cloth away, I saw Max and Danny talking. The room they were in was almost invisible; the focus was solely on them. (Since the conversation between Max and Danny was very similar to the one in the movie, I'm gonna skip it.) After Danny had left the room, I sat there dazed and confused, but at the same time completely fascinated. So the ring would help Danny control his powers that was great.

"It sounded like that went really well," Paul said.

Paul? My head snapped up and I leaned in closer to listen. Had he been there the whole time; I shook my head I would've seen or heard him.

"He is certainly strong, a lot stronger than I am. That's why we must keep an eye on him, not that it's a problem, as long as that ring stays on his finger he's no threat. By this time tomorrow, his powers will be mine, just as De-Milo's before him."

The crystal ball glowed and the scene vanished. My mind spun as my hand reached out and smacked the ball onto the floor, shattering it into a million pieces. The firm hand grabbed my shoulder, but I brushed it off.

"Who…what are you?" I asked my voice cracking. I moved back over and leaned over the book again as the words were scripted onto the parchment.

Antonio De-Milo, save my great, nephew, before he dies.

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