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Chapter 6: In the Eyes of an Animal
James had, in a way, betrayed her. He dropped Nick, horrified, and turned to look at the owner of the female voice. It was Lily. He could see pure pain on her face. Tears welled up in her emerald eyes, the tears he had caused. He had caused the woman he loved to feel pain. She started backing up towards the door.
"Lily, wait!" But it was too late. She turned around and fled, not looking back. James ran after her, as fast as his long, muscular legs could take him, which was a lot faster then Lily's own short ones.
Lily collapsed on the cold, hard ground, sobbing. She could feel her cheeks become wet with warm tears, becoming cold as they hit the ground. 'How could he do this to me? How could he betray me? I trusted him!' When James finally caught up with the weeping girl, he collapsed beside her, unnoticed.
"Lily. Please listen to me," James begged. She looked up to him with her sad eyes.
"What do you want, James?" Her voice was colder then ice. "You've already caused enough pain! Want to cause some more?"
"No. never! I would never purposely do that!"
She glared at him, before her facial features collapsed into a searching one. Her voice was a soft, and barely audible whisper, "Then why? Why James? Why did you deceive me? Why did you go against your promise?"
"I didn't want him to hurt you ever again." He outlined her bruise with his fingers. "Ever again." A faint smile now took up her features as she stood up.
"You were there for when I was a chubby two year old, lanky 11 year old, and even an underdeveloped teenager. How can you think that I'm good enough for you love?" He stood up beside her, and put his arms around her, as he whispered into her ear.
"Because I was there to see your greatness. I was there to see your wonderful personality. How can I not love you?" She grinned.
"You are simply amazing. "Come. You need to get into bed. You don't think I didn't notice your limp?" She cast her eyes on his healing leg.
"But Lilz!" James pouted. "I'm fine!" She only clicked her tongue and pushed him towards the hospital.
Not much had changed from 14 to 15. Lily and James' love grew they became inseparable. Nick dodged them both, making sure to glare at them each time they were in sight. The Demon Children became stronger and started nearing the end of their training.
One night, Voldemort decided it was time to make them even better. Lily, James and Nick stood in a straight line. Their faces were emotionless. Lily's blood red hair gently swayed with the passing night air coming from a barred hole in the stone wall.
"Demon Children!" Voldemort howled, walking down the row. An evil smile creeped onto his face as he paced in front of the three. The three stood, unmoving. "I have come to a decision. In order for you three to be able to get away, easily during your missions. Which you better not run because, if you do, there will be greater consequences then being caught by an Auror!" He spat. "Anyway, each of you will become animagus. James. A male deer, for it's speed and grace. Lily. A mountain lion, for it's attacks, and jumping skills. Nickolas. A snake, for it's sneakiness and blending in skill. Do I make myself clear?"
The room kept an eerie silence as Voldemort walked out the door, his black robes billowing behind him. Nickolas turned to Lily and James. He stayed, glaring at them for a few seconds, then also, turned and left. Lily sighed and looked at James.
"I guess I'll go ahead and become a mountain lion. It shouldn't take too long." With those words said, she left James alone.
Lily walked along the corridors; her mind set on one destination. She passed many stone and wooden doors, each served for different reasons, or just none at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James sat down and looked out on the gleaming pond of water, which was in front of the large castle that served as Voldemort's hide out. The roar of water could be heard from a near by waterfall. He sighed, worriedly. Different thoughts raced through his mind.
He would have to talk to Lily about escaping. He didn't know if he could take Voldemort any longer. He couldn't leave her behind and he didn't want to lose her. She just didn't seem ready to risk being tortured again.
Putting her hand on a cold, metal handle, Lily pushed. The brown, wooden door swung open, and she stepped in. Lily looked around, her eyes searching for something. Spotting a dark opening in the rock wall that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling. It was barely a fingernail wide.
Lily walked up to the dingy looking opening. She put two fingers in it, and pulled at both sides of it. Slowly it opened, the shifting of rocks could be heard as the fingernail wide opening shifted and expanded to become a foot wide.
She looked beyond the now opened wall, only to see another wall, with a dingy wooden door in it. Pressing her hand to its rough mettle handle, she pulled. The door slowly swung open, to reveal a hallway, that went onto end in darkness.
Stepping in, she put her hands in front of her, feeling for anything that would be in the way. Stumbling a bit, as her foot collided with invisible, with darkness, stray rocks, occasionally, she came to an end, which was only a rock-hard wall. She felt it, feeling for a small hole, which she soon found. Pulling her smooth wand out of her pocket, she stuck it in.
It stayed their a few moments, making no change seen by the eye. After those moments were up, a cracking noise could be heard. The whole wall was lit up with a silent red light that showed as a long line from the floor to the ceiling. The light cut in half making two lines of light to opposite sides. The wall soon diminished, revealing a dimly lit room.
Stepping in, the wall closed behind her with a snap. She looked around the gray room, in approval. Only a small podium, with a dingy pedestal and a large book on it occupied the room, other then her. She walked over to it, and stood on the podium, looking at the closed book. It was of an ocean blue color, and looked as though it had lain there for many upon many years. Placing her milky white hand upon the rough cover, she closed her eyes and imagined a fierce, blood red mountain lion. A force from the strange book exerted her hand from its place on the cover.
Opening one eye, she saw the book opened to two sheets of papyrus. The same fierce mountain lion that had once been in her mind was now on the left page. On the right page, were symbols of a different language. She knew these to be Hieroglyphics of the old Upper Egyptians. It was the very first spell book.
Each specie of the animals had a different animagi spell with different steps to take. If you were to change even one step, you would change your desired animal to another.
Lily read over the Hieroglyphics, memorizing each and everyone. She could not mess these up. If she were to so, she would be tortured beyond belief, and she knew it. She had to become the animal that Voldemort had instructed her to become. For when you become an animagi, it lasts forever, and you could not become more then one.
James walked into the library. He had finally resigned from thinking for the day, and had decided to get to work on becoming an animagi.
Running his fingers over the cold, dark brown bookshelves shelves, he left his eyes on the different books spines, searching. Each book was different. It could be the language used for the writing or the color used for decorations. He passed many books, his eyes lingering on each spine. At times he would pull the books out to see their title if there wasn't a title on the spine. Sometimes he would do so, to see if the information he was look for was in the book.
His eyes finally caught onto a thick, forest green book. It was visibly older then most. The color was starting to peal and fade, and its paper cover, if there had been any had already been lost leaving only the hardback book. The letters that had been a title were gone leaving only a few pealing letters.
He fingered the book, getting a grip on it, before pulling it out. There were no words or letters on the front of the book, only a blank green space, with occasional tears, showing maroon color as its underneath. He opened the book to its title page to find only one word, plated with gold, against a white page: "Stags". This caught James' attention. He flipped the page, now interested.
The page showed a full-grown bull, with a page full of words underneath it. A Greek number in the corner showed what page he was on, "I". He flipped through the pages, searchingly, going through a few species, with many words on pages following them, ending with another type of animal, then repeating the process, until he crossed a male deer.
The deer stood, his left foot extended in the air, his leg flexing and bending at the knee. The whiteness of it shown brightly against the darkness of the rest of the picture. It had the same ink-black eyes as the night sky. Visible muscles flexed without movement. Its mane stood in the air, as if being blown. It had a serious face, as if ready to go against the problems of the world. James smiled; this is what he is to become. The Greek page number was CC or translated, 200, showing how far he was in the book. Flipping through the pages, he found the ink-black explanation on how to become such a brave being.
The soft fall of feat could be heard as Nickolas walked towards his room. As he pushed open the short door of his room, it creaked open. He ducked under the low top end of the door. He walked over to his comfortable bed and dropped to his knees.
Opening a small drawer in the side of his bed, he shuffled through the many schoolbooks, finally coming upon the one he had been looking for. Pulling the black book out, and onto his bed, he flipped to the Table of Contents. Running his fingers over the many chapters, he came upon one called: "The Animagi Spell". It was on page 153. He flipped through the book for that certain page.
Coming upon that exact page, he pinpointed a small scaly snake. It shone brightly with forest green scales. Red eyes glinted through wide open eyes. Looking underneath the snake, Nick read over the black writing, written in the English language. He smiled; he had found the perfect creature.
Lily stood on the podium, her eyes closed. She went over the instructions from the book one more time, before her eyes flashed open again. Looking at where the now-closed wall, she ran her eyes from there to her feat in a straight line. As if following her eyes, a string of blue fire ran along the imaginary line she had made. She turned again, this time facing the East Side; she repeated the process, gaining the same results, making a right angle of fire. She again turned to the opposite of the first line of blue fire drawn. She could feel hot fire licking at her heals, it seemed that heat would give her a 3rd degree burn, judging by the pain, that she was feeling. Keeping herself from passing out, she drew the next line. It wasn't nearly as strong as others, for she was feeling dizzy and ready faint by the pain.
It was the test, most creatures had a test, and this was the mountain lions test. A mountain lion had to be able to withstand the worst pain, and be strong enough to finish what they started. Keeping her vision from blurring, she finished the line, at her toes. Studying all four, Lily came to the conclusion that they were all straight.
Next she stared at nothing. She pulled up her hands, making sure not to focus on anything, but look out at the wall, without actually looking at it. She rose her hands. With them came the dancing fire. They began flying around her, making a circle. They seemed to only be a blur of one large flame encircling her now. Closing her eyes, she weaved magic together, with her mind, creating a picture of nothing, well at least that's what was in her mind. Opening her emerald green eyes she looked out on the vision that she had, unknowingly created.
It was a young mountain lion, with blood red fur and her own emerald green eyes. It stared at her, before cautiously walking forward, its flexible tail swing behind it. Muscles flexed, visibly, with every movement. It didn't look at all real, for it only looked like a ghost, barely see through, yet easily seen as see through. She could hear nothing, when its see though claws should have been clacking on the hard rock ground.
Now, totally trusting, it sat down in front of her, staring at her with interest. She stood still, then reached out with soft hand, as if to gesture to take its paw. It emerald eyes flashed with emotion, as if to show its acceptance. Then, instead of taking her hand, it walked forward. When her flesh should have met its flesh, she felt only the fast rush of wind going through her.
It weaved through her system, becoming apart of her. She could feel the creature melting into her, knowing that they would never be apart, but always be together. For a second, her eyes flashed, showing the cat in her black pupils. It was resting, waiting for the time that it could take hold of her, and show through.
James stood in the middle of the library, all chairs and tables cleared from the floor, and at the side of the large room. His eyes stayed open, and he muttered something under his breath. Suddenly, in a flash of bright, white light, he was surrounded, with only the light, that had disappeared in only seconds. He could see nothing but whiteness. No more books, chairs, tables, shelves, floor, walls, ceiling, and building. He was suspended in the air, with no where to walk, no ground or anything, that the eye could see.
He looked around, suddenly knowing what he had to do. Taking a deep breath, he knew that he would be tested, but not with this. As realization set in, faith came more and more to him. When running quickly, you must have faith in yourself and everything around you, otherwise you would have no guts to be able to run so quickly when there was objects around you. He started walking, a test of faith, that was what he had to do. He would have to walk on, trusting his senses, and having faith in his surroundings. He could feel nothing under his feet, yet he stayed up, never falling.
He walked over invisible ground, dodging jutting out rocks. He had to walk on for what seemed like hours, but what was really only 2 minutes. Finally he came to an end, stopping at an invisible wall. He looked on into nothingness. Then, closed his eyes. Imagination took over him, as he imagined the male deer from the book. After a few seconds of holding the vision, he let it go, like sending a petal onto the wind. James mind cleared, he opened his eyes, only to find that he was looking into 3 pair of eyes, owned by 3 copies of the male deer of the book, each different. One had turquoise eyes, another had caramel eyes, and the last had red eyes.
The one with blue eyes stared at him; indifference covered its face. The caramel-eyed deer, seemed to smile, a friendly face was on this one's face. The last, with fiery-red eyes, had a nasty glare on its face, as if ready to attack him. Each turned to each other; their faces changed to challenging ones. They circled James, never stopping, turning into a blur of white, whiter then the color of his surroundings. A few seconds into the challenge, they changed to a different run. This time, their paths crossed through James. Each time they passed through him, he felt the rush of air through his body and lungs, which was never ending.
Finally, all movement stopped, and the beautiful deer's were no where to be seen. James' wondered where they had run too. He soon felt a feeling of warmth deep in his heart. With that feeling came the answer, they had binded with him and would never leave again.
Nickolas stood on his tiptoes, drawing on his ceiling, a wriggling line. It had no detail, except for one eye on the side of its head. Finishing the drawing, he laid onto the floor, keeping his eyes on the green figure. Closing his eyes, when his head met the cold floor, he imagined a spell, the words, lined with green in his mind. After mumbling it, his body gave a painful jolt. He felt a wriggling, starting at his toes. It seemed as though, millions of small snakes were working through his body, never stopping. Each and every bone of his were bending and twisting. He dug his fingers into the ground, braking into the stone, given this sudden burst of energy from the pain he was feeling.
The bones were becoming flexible, and soon the pain decreased, becoming nothing but numbness. He could no longer feel any part of his body. His eyes flashed open and he stared at the figure that he had drawn. He imagined it in great detail of snake. It started wriggling. Its plain green line became larger, longer, and scaly. The scales gleamed with the little light of the dim room. The red marks, became beady red eyes that glanced around. It became 3d, and protruded from the solid ceiling of rock. He stared at it. Its indifferent face was now covered with a look of evil. A small evil smile twisted its way onto the snake's face.
Moving forward, it came close to Nickolas, only an inch away from his face. He stared into the red eyes of the creature, as it laid its body upon Nick's feet. Nick could feel the icy evil of it, and could do nothing but frown. It slithered up his leg, taking on the color of Nick's robes, black. He kept onto Nick until, it reached his face. Looking Nick in the eyes, he sank into the young man, disappearing into Nick's body. Nick could feel his bones freeze and sliminess upon each and everyone, as the wriggling of snakes moved over each. He closed his eyes, only to see thousands of green bodies of snakes blocking his vision. As the feeling and picture diminished, he knew that he had become what he had needed too, and now, he was done, with what his master had told him to do.
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Chapter 6: In the Eyes of an Animal
James had, in a way, betrayed her. He dropped Nick, horrified, and turned to look at the owner of the female voice. It was Lily. He could see pure pain on her face. Tears welled up in her emerald eyes, the tears he had caused. He had caused the woman he loved to feel pain. She started backing up towards the door.
"Lily, wait!" But it was too late. She turned around and fled, not looking back. James ran after her, as fast as his long, muscular legs could take him, which was a lot faster then Lily's own short ones.
Lily collapsed on the cold, hard ground, sobbing. She could feel her cheeks become wet with warm tears, becoming cold as they hit the ground. 'How could he do this to me? How could he betray me? I trusted him!' When James finally caught up with the weeping girl, he collapsed beside her, unnoticed.
"Lily. Please listen to me," James begged. She looked up to him with her sad eyes.
"What do you want, James?" Her voice was colder then ice. "You've already caused enough pain! Want to cause some more?"
"No. never! I would never purposely do that!"
She glared at him, before her facial features collapsed into a searching one. Her voice was a soft, and barely audible whisper, "Then why? Why James? Why did you deceive me? Why did you go against your promise?"
"I didn't want him to hurt you ever again." He outlined her bruise with his fingers. "Ever again." A faint smile now took up her features as she stood up.
"You were there for when I was a chubby two year old, lanky 11 year old, and even an underdeveloped teenager. How can you think that I'm good enough for you love?" He stood up beside her, and put his arms around her, as he whispered into her ear.
"Because I was there to see your greatness. I was there to see your wonderful personality. How can I not love you?" She grinned.
"You are simply amazing. "Come. You need to get into bed. You don't think I didn't notice your limp?" She cast her eyes on his healing leg.
"But Lilz!" James pouted. "I'm fine!" She only clicked her tongue and pushed him towards the hospital.
Not much had changed from 14 to 15. Lily and James' love grew they became inseparable. Nick dodged them both, making sure to glare at them each time they were in sight. The Demon Children became stronger and started nearing the end of their training.
One night, Voldemort decided it was time to make them even better. Lily, James and Nick stood in a straight line. Their faces were emotionless. Lily's blood red hair gently swayed with the passing night air coming from a barred hole in the stone wall.
"Demon Children!" Voldemort howled, walking down the row. An evil smile creeped onto his face as he paced in front of the three. The three stood, unmoving. "I have come to a decision. In order for you three to be able to get away, easily during your missions. Which you better not run because, if you do, there will be greater consequences then being caught by an Auror!" He spat. "Anyway, each of you will become animagus. James. A male deer, for it's speed and grace. Lily. A mountain lion, for it's attacks, and jumping skills. Nickolas. A snake, for it's sneakiness and blending in skill. Do I make myself clear?"
The room kept an eerie silence as Voldemort walked out the door, his black robes billowing behind him. Nickolas turned to Lily and James. He stayed, glaring at them for a few seconds, then also, turned and left. Lily sighed and looked at James.
"I guess I'll go ahead and become a mountain lion. It shouldn't take too long." With those words said, she left James alone.
Lily walked along the corridors; her mind set on one destination. She passed many stone and wooden doors, each served for different reasons, or just none at all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
James sat down and looked out on the gleaming pond of water, which was in front of the large castle that served as Voldemort's hide out. The roar of water could be heard from a near by waterfall. He sighed, worriedly. Different thoughts raced through his mind.
He would have to talk to Lily about escaping. He didn't know if he could take Voldemort any longer. He couldn't leave her behind and he didn't want to lose her. She just didn't seem ready to risk being tortured again.
Putting her hand on a cold, metal handle, Lily pushed. The brown, wooden door swung open, and she stepped in. Lily looked around, her eyes searching for something. Spotting a dark opening in the rock wall that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling. It was barely a fingernail wide.
Lily walked up to the dingy looking opening. She put two fingers in it, and pulled at both sides of it. Slowly it opened, the shifting of rocks could be heard as the fingernail wide opening shifted and expanded to become a foot wide.
She looked beyond the now opened wall, only to see another wall, with a dingy wooden door in it. Pressing her hand to its rough mettle handle, she pulled. The door slowly swung open, to reveal a hallway, that went onto end in darkness.
Stepping in, she put her hands in front of her, feeling for anything that would be in the way. Stumbling a bit, as her foot collided with invisible, with darkness, stray rocks, occasionally, she came to an end, which was only a rock-hard wall. She felt it, feeling for a small hole, which she soon found. Pulling her smooth wand out of her pocket, she stuck it in.
It stayed their a few moments, making no change seen by the eye. After those moments were up, a cracking noise could be heard. The whole wall was lit up with a silent red light that showed as a long line from the floor to the ceiling. The light cut in half making two lines of light to opposite sides. The wall soon diminished, revealing a dimly lit room.
Stepping in, the wall closed behind her with a snap. She looked around the gray room, in approval. Only a small podium, with a dingy pedestal and a large book on it occupied the room, other then her. She walked over to it, and stood on the podium, looking at the closed book. It was of an ocean blue color, and looked as though it had lain there for many upon many years. Placing her milky white hand upon the rough cover, she closed her eyes and imagined a fierce, blood red mountain lion. A force from the strange book exerted her hand from its place on the cover.
Opening one eye, she saw the book opened to two sheets of papyrus. The same fierce mountain lion that had once been in her mind was now on the left page. On the right page, were symbols of a different language. She knew these to be Hieroglyphics of the old Upper Egyptians. It was the very first spell book.
Each specie of the animals had a different animagi spell with different steps to take. If you were to change even one step, you would change your desired animal to another.
Lily read over the Hieroglyphics, memorizing each and everyone. She could not mess these up. If she were to so, she would be tortured beyond belief, and she knew it. She had to become the animal that Voldemort had instructed her to become. For when you become an animagi, it lasts forever, and you could not become more then one.
James walked into the library. He had finally resigned from thinking for the day, and had decided to get to work on becoming an animagi.
Running his fingers over the cold, dark brown bookshelves shelves, he left his eyes on the different books spines, searching. Each book was different. It could be the language used for the writing or the color used for decorations. He passed many books, his eyes lingering on each spine. At times he would pull the books out to see their title if there wasn't a title on the spine. Sometimes he would do so, to see if the information he was look for was in the book.
His eyes finally caught onto a thick, forest green book. It was visibly older then most. The color was starting to peal and fade, and its paper cover, if there had been any had already been lost leaving only the hardback book. The letters that had been a title were gone leaving only a few pealing letters.
He fingered the book, getting a grip on it, before pulling it out. There were no words or letters on the front of the book, only a blank green space, with occasional tears, showing maroon color as its underneath. He opened the book to its title page to find only one word, plated with gold, against a white page: "Stags". This caught James' attention. He flipped the page, now interested.
The page showed a full-grown bull, with a page full of words underneath it. A Greek number in the corner showed what page he was on, "I". He flipped through the pages, searchingly, going through a few species, with many words on pages following them, ending with another type of animal, then repeating the process, until he crossed a male deer.
The deer stood, his left foot extended in the air, his leg flexing and bending at the knee. The whiteness of it shown brightly against the darkness of the rest of the picture. It had the same ink-black eyes as the night sky. Visible muscles flexed without movement. Its mane stood in the air, as if being blown. It had a serious face, as if ready to go against the problems of the world. James smiled; this is what he is to become. The Greek page number was CC or translated, 200, showing how far he was in the book. Flipping through the pages, he found the ink-black explanation on how to become such a brave being.
The soft fall of feat could be heard as Nickolas walked towards his room. As he pushed open the short door of his room, it creaked open. He ducked under the low top end of the door. He walked over to his comfortable bed and dropped to his knees.
Opening a small drawer in the side of his bed, he shuffled through the many schoolbooks, finally coming upon the one he had been looking for. Pulling the black book out, and onto his bed, he flipped to the Table of Contents. Running his fingers over the many chapters, he came upon one called: "The Animagi Spell". It was on page 153. He flipped through the book for that certain page.
Coming upon that exact page, he pinpointed a small scaly snake. It shone brightly with forest green scales. Red eyes glinted through wide open eyes. Looking underneath the snake, Nick read over the black writing, written in the English language. He smiled; he had found the perfect creature.
Lily stood on the podium, her eyes closed. She went over the instructions from the book one more time, before her eyes flashed open again. Looking at where the now-closed wall, she ran her eyes from there to her feat in a straight line. As if following her eyes, a string of blue fire ran along the imaginary line she had made. She turned again, this time facing the East Side; she repeated the process, gaining the same results, making a right angle of fire. She again turned to the opposite of the first line of blue fire drawn. She could feel hot fire licking at her heals, it seemed that heat would give her a 3rd degree burn, judging by the pain, that she was feeling. Keeping herself from passing out, she drew the next line. It wasn't nearly as strong as others, for she was feeling dizzy and ready faint by the pain.
It was the test, most creatures had a test, and this was the mountain lions test. A mountain lion had to be able to withstand the worst pain, and be strong enough to finish what they started. Keeping her vision from blurring, she finished the line, at her toes. Studying all four, Lily came to the conclusion that they were all straight.
Next she stared at nothing. She pulled up her hands, making sure not to focus on anything, but look out at the wall, without actually looking at it. She rose her hands. With them came the dancing fire. They began flying around her, making a circle. They seemed to only be a blur of one large flame encircling her now. Closing her eyes, she weaved magic together, with her mind, creating a picture of nothing, well at least that's what was in her mind. Opening her emerald green eyes she looked out on the vision that she had, unknowingly created.
It was a young mountain lion, with blood red fur and her own emerald green eyes. It stared at her, before cautiously walking forward, its flexible tail swing behind it. Muscles flexed, visibly, with every movement. It didn't look at all real, for it only looked like a ghost, barely see through, yet easily seen as see through. She could hear nothing, when its see though claws should have been clacking on the hard rock ground.
Now, totally trusting, it sat down in front of her, staring at her with interest. She stood still, then reached out with soft hand, as if to gesture to take its paw. It emerald eyes flashed with emotion, as if to show its acceptance. Then, instead of taking her hand, it walked forward. When her flesh should have met its flesh, she felt only the fast rush of wind going through her.
It weaved through her system, becoming apart of her. She could feel the creature melting into her, knowing that they would never be apart, but always be together. For a second, her eyes flashed, showing the cat in her black pupils. It was resting, waiting for the time that it could take hold of her, and show through.
James stood in the middle of the library, all chairs and tables cleared from the floor, and at the side of the large room. His eyes stayed open, and he muttered something under his breath. Suddenly, in a flash of bright, white light, he was surrounded, with only the light, that had disappeared in only seconds. He could see nothing but whiteness. No more books, chairs, tables, shelves, floor, walls, ceiling, and building. He was suspended in the air, with no where to walk, no ground or anything, that the eye could see.
He looked around, suddenly knowing what he had to do. Taking a deep breath, he knew that he would be tested, but not with this. As realization set in, faith came more and more to him. When running quickly, you must have faith in yourself and everything around you, otherwise you would have no guts to be able to run so quickly when there was objects around you. He started walking, a test of faith, that was what he had to do. He would have to walk on, trusting his senses, and having faith in his surroundings. He could feel nothing under his feet, yet he stayed up, never falling.
He walked over invisible ground, dodging jutting out rocks. He had to walk on for what seemed like hours, but what was really only 2 minutes. Finally he came to an end, stopping at an invisible wall. He looked on into nothingness. Then, closed his eyes. Imagination took over him, as he imagined the male deer from the book. After a few seconds of holding the vision, he let it go, like sending a petal onto the wind. James mind cleared, he opened his eyes, only to find that he was looking into 3 pair of eyes, owned by 3 copies of the male deer of the book, each different. One had turquoise eyes, another had caramel eyes, and the last had red eyes.
The one with blue eyes stared at him; indifference covered its face. The caramel-eyed deer, seemed to smile, a friendly face was on this one's face. The last, with fiery-red eyes, had a nasty glare on its face, as if ready to attack him. Each turned to each other; their faces changed to challenging ones. They circled James, never stopping, turning into a blur of white, whiter then the color of his surroundings. A few seconds into the challenge, they changed to a different run. This time, their paths crossed through James. Each time they passed through him, he felt the rush of air through his body and lungs, which was never ending.
Finally, all movement stopped, and the beautiful deer's were no where to be seen. James' wondered where they had run too. He soon felt a feeling of warmth deep in his heart. With that feeling came the answer, they had binded with him and would never leave again.
Nickolas stood on his tiptoes, drawing on his ceiling, a wriggling line. It had no detail, except for one eye on the side of its head. Finishing the drawing, he laid onto the floor, keeping his eyes on the green figure. Closing his eyes, when his head met the cold floor, he imagined a spell, the words, lined with green in his mind. After mumbling it, his body gave a painful jolt. He felt a wriggling, starting at his toes. It seemed as though, millions of small snakes were working through his body, never stopping. Each and every bone of his were bending and twisting. He dug his fingers into the ground, braking into the stone, given this sudden burst of energy from the pain he was feeling.
The bones were becoming flexible, and soon the pain decreased, becoming nothing but numbness. He could no longer feel any part of his body. His eyes flashed open and he stared at the figure that he had drawn. He imagined it in great detail of snake. It started wriggling. Its plain green line became larger, longer, and scaly. The scales gleamed with the little light of the dim room. The red marks, became beady red eyes that glanced around. It became 3d, and protruded from the solid ceiling of rock. He stared at it. Its indifferent face was now covered with a look of evil. A small evil smile twisted its way onto the snake's face.
Moving forward, it came close to Nickolas, only an inch away from his face. He stared into the red eyes of the creature, as it laid its body upon Nick's feet. Nick could feel the icy evil of it, and could do nothing but frown. It slithered up his leg, taking on the color of Nick's robes, black. He kept onto Nick until, it reached his face. Looking Nick in the eyes, he sank into the young man, disappearing into Nick's body. Nick could feel his bones freeze and sliminess upon each and everyone, as the wriggling of snakes moved over each. He closed his eyes, only to see thousands of green bodies of snakes blocking his vision. As the feeling and picture diminished, he knew that he had become what he had needed too, and now, he was done, with what his master had told him to do.
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