There was a golden haze everywhere. This is new, I thought. I wonder
what happened to the other dream.
"Well," said a warm voice, "Would you like me to tell you? I believe I have the answers to many of your questions."
I jumped and whipped around. There was no one and nothing in site, even though I could sense something there.
"Calm down," said the warm voice, "I won't hurt you. Besides, it's my job to protect you."
"Okay," I said. I felt I could trust who ever I was talking to. "So, you said you can answer my questions. First of all, can you tell me who you are?"
"Actually, I'm more of a what," laughed the warm voice. "I'm the spirit of the Dream Crystal. You can call me D.C."
"Okay. D.C," I said, remembering something, "I have soooo many questions. Like, what's the Dream Crystal? What are the Sacred Scrolls? And why on EARTH am I here?" "The best way I can explain this is through a story," said D.C.
"A story?"
"Yes, Emerald, a story. It begins 16 years ago, when the Dark Lord discovered the Sacred Scrolls. There are two Sacred Scrolls. One is called the Dark, and the other is called the Light.
"The Dark Lord had been searching for a long, long while for these mythical Scrolls. He finally found them after 5 years of searching, exactly 6 months before you were born. It took him another 4 months to translate the Scrolls from the language they were written in, and yet another 3 months to read them. Then, as you already know, he sent his Death Eaters to look for the 2 witches mentioned in the Dark. Sure enough, on Death Eater found two girls wrapped in a red blanket in a cave a few months after they had been sent out." "But what happened after Voldemort vanished? What happened to them?" I asked, feeling more and more like child listening to a bedtime story.
"A faithful supporter of Voldemort took care of them until Wormtail escaped over a year ago," said D.C. patiently.
"And then?"
"Voldemort sent them to find you and the Dream Crystal."
"D.C., you still haven't told me what that thing is."
"The necklace you found. I'll teach you how to use the Powers soon. You'll need them."
"Powers?" I asked, bemused. "What are they?"
"You'll find out soon, Emerald. Anyway, back to the story.
"Now, I haven't said much about the Light. This Scroll is the reason you and Harry have your scars. Voldemort saw you as threats."
"Why?"
"According to the light, a powerful witch and the heir of Gryffindor would join together to bring the heir of Slytherin down once and for all. Voldemort knew that the heir of Gryffindor was James Potter, and that he had a son, Harry. He also knew that you were the witch mentioned in the Light. He decided to block your powers because he knew you wouldn't be a threat afterwards. That's where you got you scar."
"What about Harry? Why'd Voldemort want to kill him?"
"That I do not know," sighed D.C.
"Oh," I said. "But do you know why I was in another dimension?"
"To protect you. You'll find out why later," said D.C.
"Okay. I guess I can fit the rest of the puzzle together myself. Victoria and Pristina were sent to find me, so they disguised themselves to gain my trust, and then they sent word to Voldemort when I found the Dream Crystal. Am I right, D.C.?" I asked. "Yes," D.C. replied. "You'll be waking up soon, Emerald. Don't let anyone know about this. Voldemort doesn't know how fast your powers came back after you found the Dream Crystal. Know this, too: Voldemort can't get the Dream Crystal unless you give it to him. If you give it to him, then there'll be no stopping him." "I understand, D.C. I promise I won't, even if he uses the Cruciatus Curse on me 100 times," I smiled weakly. "He probably will."
Before D.C. could respond, I felt myself being shaken awake. The golden haze faded, and I opened my eyes. A hooded figure was crouched over me, shaking me awake. "Stop shaking me, I'm up," I yawned as my head flipped back and forth. The figure stopped shaking me, and then it spoke in a raspy voice.
"Get dressed," he commanded.
"Into what?" I asked. "I don't have any clothes."
"Into this," he said, and he held out a torn red dress. It was missing a sleeve and there were stains all over it. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"That's okay. I-I really don't look good in dresses," I stated.
"You'll wear it if you know what's good for you," growled the figure, pulling out a wand. I gulped.
"Okay, okay, keep your hood on," I said nervously. "But, could you unchain me, first?"
The figure waved his wand at the chains on my wrists, and they fell off, rattling back into the headboard so that only the cuffs were visible. The figure handed me the dress. "You wouldn't mind giving me a bit of privacy, would you?" I asked tentatively. The figure turned around, walked out the door, and shut it behind him. Sighing deeply, I inspected the dress more carefully. It was made of a light silk, and it must've been a very bright red before, but now it was a faded pink. There were also burn holes in a couple of places.
"I have to wear this?" I asked myself. I took off my p.j.'s and pulled on the rag, anyway. When I had tied the ribbon going around the waist, I looked myself over in the cracked, dirty mirror. The dress, though ripped and ragged, wasn't too revealing. You could see my scar, but I wasn't too worried about that.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the hooded figure came in. He grabbed my arm and marched me out of the room. He led me past stone gargoyles and snakes and into a room lit with maybe 100 torches. They cast flickering shadows onto the walls and made the place seem even creepier. As soon as we walked in, the temperature dropped. Not by much, but I could tell it was colder in here than in the rest of the building.
A strip of black carpet led up to a tall golden throne. A man was sitting in the throne, his pale face resting on a pale, unnaturally long- fingered hand. He would've looked bored if it weren't for his eyes. They were a vivid red, opened wide and alert. They were cold eyes, despite their color. As soon as I looked into those eyes, my scar burned. I tried my best to avoid them.
The hooded figure threw me down onto the floor when we reached the throne. I kept my head down and didn't move. My scar was starting to burn dully because of being so close to the man in the throne.
"Thank you, Goyle," I heard the man say above my head. Just by hearing that voice, I knew who was sitting in that throne. It was Voldemort. "Now, I would like a private word with Miss Emerald."
I heard the sound of footsteps become softer and softer, and then the opening and closing of a door. A moment of silence, and then,
"Emerald, stand up," Voldemort commanded. I stood, but I wouldn't look Voldemort in the eye. Instead, I looked at the wall behind the throne.
Voldemort got up and stepped closer to me. I took a few steps back, still avoiding Voldemort's horrible red eyes. "What's wrong?" he hissed softly, coming closer. "Are you afraid?"
I kept backing up until I felt my back hit one of the columns in the room. Voldemort kept coming nearer and nearer until we were only a foot apart. I couldn't move; I was frozen in fear.
"I remember you so well, Emerald," Voldemort whispered, tracing my scar softly with one of his fingers. I winced; the pain made me want to scream, but I wouldn't let Voldemort know my weakness.
"Get away from me, you monster!" I snapped, slapping his hand away. "Leave me alone!"
"I will," said Voldemort, "if you give me your necklace."
"No," I said flatly. "I won't give it to you. You can't make me."
"I can't?" asked Voldemort in a soft, menacing voice.
"No. I won't give it to you no matter what you do," I hissed.
"Oh, really?" said Voldemort, snapping his fingers. Ropes flew out of no where, twisting themselves around my wrists and waist, binding me tightly to the column. Voldemort drew out his wand.
"Torture me all you want," I said, "I'm not giving you my necklace."
"It's a shame," said Voldemort, fingering his wand, "to go through so much for a necklace."
"True," I said, nodding, "but I like it. You know how girls get when it comes to jewelry." "Have it you way, then," sneered Voldemort, raising his wand. "Crucio!" I tried my hardest not to scream, but the pain in my scar doubled, my bones started buring, and red hot knives started to pierce every inch of my skin; I couldn't help it. I was screaming my lungs out... And then Voldemort stopped it. I found myself starring into his horrible red eyes; my scar burned, and I quickly looked away.
"Did you change your mind, Emerald?" Voldemort asked softly.
"No," I replied, tears stinging my eyes. Voldemort looked about ready to strangle me, but he luckily kept his cool.
"Goyle!" he shouted, and the hooded figure walked in.
"Yes, Master?" he asked.
"Take Miss Emerald back to her room," said Voldemort. Goyle untied me and led me out of the room. I could barely walk, but somehow, I made it back to my "room." Goyle chained my wrists to the headboard again and left. As soon as the door closed behind him, I collapsed, sobbing, into my pillow. How was I ever going to get out of this awful place? I must've fallen asleep without noticing, because before long, I was surrounded by a golden haze again.
"Hello, Emerald," came D.C.'s warm voice. A wave of relief washed over me.
"Oh, D.C.," I sobbed, "how am I ever going to escape from this place?"
"With the help of the Powers, of course," replied D.C.
"The Powers?" I asked, sniffing. "Are you planning to tell me what they are anytime soon now?"
"Be patient, Emerald," chuckled D.C. "Anyway, there are 10 different Powers. I'll teach you how to summon the basics tonight, and we'll move on to the more complicated Powers tomorrow night."
"Ok," I said. I was quiet for a moment, and then I realized something I hadn't before. "D.C., it's only February, so how can Voldemort be back? Unless, Harry's in his fifth year already."
"Actually Emerald, it's the beginning of July right now," said D.C. "The july after Voldemort was reincarnated."
"Oh. I guess it would make sense, seeing as this is a different dimension," I said, shrugging. "So, can we start now?"
"Sure," said D.C.
That night I learned about the five basic Powers, which were based on the elements of Fire, Water, Ice, Earth, and Sky. I learned how to summon them and where and when they should be used. I was exhausted afterwards (to summon a Power takes an immense amount of energy), but D.C. reassured me it would be worth it.
"Ok, Emerald," said D.C., "tomorrow night, I'll teach you how to summon the more complicated of the Powers, and then we'll come up with a plan to help you escape from here."
"You mean, I have to go through another day living here?" I gasped, horrified.
"I'm afraid so, Emerald. It may be longer, depending on how long it takes for you to learn the other Powers and for us to come up with a plan," sighed D.C. I was about to answer when I felt myself being shaken awake. The same Death Eater was crouching over me. As soon as I opened my eyes, he unchained me and led me out of the room, towards Voldemort.
We entered the same room, but this time, the Death Eater left as soon as we enetered, shutting the door tightly behind him.
"So, Emerald," came a cold voice from behind me, making me jump, "have you changed your mind?"
"Nope, sorry, Voldemort," I sneered, turning to face him. My scar didn't hurt as badly when I looked Voldemort in the eye now. D.C. had put some sort of temporary charm on it. I was extremely grateful for that.
"You're positive, Emerald?" asked Voldemort softly, drawing out his wand.
"100% positive," I said.
"And, I can't change your mind?" Voldemort said,
"Oh, get on with it," I said, rolling my eyes. "Go ahead and torture me so we can get on with our lives, however pathetic they may be."
"Very well, then," Voldemort said, smiling evilly. He raised his wand.
The pain wasn't as bad as it could've been, but all the same, I was still twitching slightly when the Death Eater led me back out of the room. Instead of heading back to my, er, room, however, he steered me to a room that looked like a kitchen.
"Here's the new waitress," he laughed to the Death Eater standing by the door, and he handed me over to him.
To make a long story short, I was to serve Voldemort and his disgusting followers every night at dinner. The mere thought of them at dinner horrified, terrified, and appalled me. I thought I would faint. That night, at around 6:30, the Death Eater in the kitchens shoved me through a door with a plateful of food. Following me were several house- elves. You'll be leaving soon, Emerald, I thought to myself as I served the rude Death Eaters around the table. You'll be leaving soon.
The Death Eaters were so disgusting that I won't even try to put it in words. It was that bad, really!
Thankfully, I didn't have to serve for more than an hour. I was so exhausted and grossed out that I was nearly jumping with joy when a Death Eater chained me to my bed. Soon, I was asleep, intent on learning the rest of the Powers and escaping ASAP.
The by now familiar and comforting golden mist surrounded me,
"D.C.?" I called.
"No need to yell, Emerald, I'm always here," chortled D.C.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot," I said, smiling sheepishly. "Can we start now? I don't want to be in that building for longer than I have to."
"Ok," sighed D.C., and her started to teach me how to summon the other five powers; the Dream, Wish, Heal, Revive, and, the most complicated on of all, the Dream Crystal itself. This Power would drain a person of all their energy, and most of the time, the summoner would die. D.C. told me never to use this unless it was extremely necessary. All I learned for the Dream Crystal Power was the incantation (which means D.C. didn't make me summon it like the rest of the Powers).
By the end of the lesson I had learned bow to summon the four less complex Powers and the Dream Crystal Power's incantation. D.C. was ecstatic about my progress.
"I'll work on a plan while you're awake," he told me right before I was shaken awake to repeat yesterday all over again, "and tell it to you tonight. That way, you'll be able to escape tomorrow night."
"Sounds great," I sighed. Then, I was roughly shaken awake to be tortured by Voldemort and grossed out by his Death Eaters. I am so glad I only have to go through one more day of this, I thought to myself as I tried not to watch the Death Eaters stuff their faces.
"So, D.C.," I said when I had fallen asleep that night, "what's the plan?"
"Emerald, make sure you'll save some of your energy tomorrow," said D.C. "You're going to escape with the help of the Powers."
"Well," said a warm voice, "Would you like me to tell you? I believe I have the answers to many of your questions."
I jumped and whipped around. There was no one and nothing in site, even though I could sense something there.
"Calm down," said the warm voice, "I won't hurt you. Besides, it's my job to protect you."
"Okay," I said. I felt I could trust who ever I was talking to. "So, you said you can answer my questions. First of all, can you tell me who you are?"
"Actually, I'm more of a what," laughed the warm voice. "I'm the spirit of the Dream Crystal. You can call me D.C."
"Okay. D.C," I said, remembering something, "I have soooo many questions. Like, what's the Dream Crystal? What are the Sacred Scrolls? And why on EARTH am I here?" "The best way I can explain this is through a story," said D.C.
"A story?"
"Yes, Emerald, a story. It begins 16 years ago, when the Dark Lord discovered the Sacred Scrolls. There are two Sacred Scrolls. One is called the Dark, and the other is called the Light.
"The Dark Lord had been searching for a long, long while for these mythical Scrolls. He finally found them after 5 years of searching, exactly 6 months before you were born. It took him another 4 months to translate the Scrolls from the language they were written in, and yet another 3 months to read them. Then, as you already know, he sent his Death Eaters to look for the 2 witches mentioned in the Dark. Sure enough, on Death Eater found two girls wrapped in a red blanket in a cave a few months after they had been sent out." "But what happened after Voldemort vanished? What happened to them?" I asked, feeling more and more like child listening to a bedtime story.
"A faithful supporter of Voldemort took care of them until Wormtail escaped over a year ago," said D.C. patiently.
"And then?"
"Voldemort sent them to find you and the Dream Crystal."
"D.C., you still haven't told me what that thing is."
"The necklace you found. I'll teach you how to use the Powers soon. You'll need them."
"Powers?" I asked, bemused. "What are they?"
"You'll find out soon, Emerald. Anyway, back to the story.
"Now, I haven't said much about the Light. This Scroll is the reason you and Harry have your scars. Voldemort saw you as threats."
"Why?"
"According to the light, a powerful witch and the heir of Gryffindor would join together to bring the heir of Slytherin down once and for all. Voldemort knew that the heir of Gryffindor was James Potter, and that he had a son, Harry. He also knew that you were the witch mentioned in the Light. He decided to block your powers because he knew you wouldn't be a threat afterwards. That's where you got you scar."
"What about Harry? Why'd Voldemort want to kill him?"
"That I do not know," sighed D.C.
"Oh," I said. "But do you know why I was in another dimension?"
"To protect you. You'll find out why later," said D.C.
"Okay. I guess I can fit the rest of the puzzle together myself. Victoria and Pristina were sent to find me, so they disguised themselves to gain my trust, and then they sent word to Voldemort when I found the Dream Crystal. Am I right, D.C.?" I asked. "Yes," D.C. replied. "You'll be waking up soon, Emerald. Don't let anyone know about this. Voldemort doesn't know how fast your powers came back after you found the Dream Crystal. Know this, too: Voldemort can't get the Dream Crystal unless you give it to him. If you give it to him, then there'll be no stopping him." "I understand, D.C. I promise I won't, even if he uses the Cruciatus Curse on me 100 times," I smiled weakly. "He probably will."
Before D.C. could respond, I felt myself being shaken awake. The golden haze faded, and I opened my eyes. A hooded figure was crouched over me, shaking me awake. "Stop shaking me, I'm up," I yawned as my head flipped back and forth. The figure stopped shaking me, and then it spoke in a raspy voice.
"Get dressed," he commanded.
"Into what?" I asked. "I don't have any clothes."
"Into this," he said, and he held out a torn red dress. It was missing a sleeve and there were stains all over it. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.
"That's okay. I-I really don't look good in dresses," I stated.
"You'll wear it if you know what's good for you," growled the figure, pulling out a wand. I gulped.
"Okay, okay, keep your hood on," I said nervously. "But, could you unchain me, first?"
The figure waved his wand at the chains on my wrists, and they fell off, rattling back into the headboard so that only the cuffs were visible. The figure handed me the dress. "You wouldn't mind giving me a bit of privacy, would you?" I asked tentatively. The figure turned around, walked out the door, and shut it behind him. Sighing deeply, I inspected the dress more carefully. It was made of a light silk, and it must've been a very bright red before, but now it was a faded pink. There were also burn holes in a couple of places.
"I have to wear this?" I asked myself. I took off my p.j.'s and pulled on the rag, anyway. When I had tied the ribbon going around the waist, I looked myself over in the cracked, dirty mirror. The dress, though ripped and ragged, wasn't too revealing. You could see my scar, but I wasn't too worried about that.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the hooded figure came in. He grabbed my arm and marched me out of the room. He led me past stone gargoyles and snakes and into a room lit with maybe 100 torches. They cast flickering shadows onto the walls and made the place seem even creepier. As soon as we walked in, the temperature dropped. Not by much, but I could tell it was colder in here than in the rest of the building.
A strip of black carpet led up to a tall golden throne. A man was sitting in the throne, his pale face resting on a pale, unnaturally long- fingered hand. He would've looked bored if it weren't for his eyes. They were a vivid red, opened wide and alert. They were cold eyes, despite their color. As soon as I looked into those eyes, my scar burned. I tried my best to avoid them.
The hooded figure threw me down onto the floor when we reached the throne. I kept my head down and didn't move. My scar was starting to burn dully because of being so close to the man in the throne.
"Thank you, Goyle," I heard the man say above my head. Just by hearing that voice, I knew who was sitting in that throne. It was Voldemort. "Now, I would like a private word with Miss Emerald."
I heard the sound of footsteps become softer and softer, and then the opening and closing of a door. A moment of silence, and then,
"Emerald, stand up," Voldemort commanded. I stood, but I wouldn't look Voldemort in the eye. Instead, I looked at the wall behind the throne.
Voldemort got up and stepped closer to me. I took a few steps back, still avoiding Voldemort's horrible red eyes. "What's wrong?" he hissed softly, coming closer. "Are you afraid?"
I kept backing up until I felt my back hit one of the columns in the room. Voldemort kept coming nearer and nearer until we were only a foot apart. I couldn't move; I was frozen in fear.
"I remember you so well, Emerald," Voldemort whispered, tracing my scar softly with one of his fingers. I winced; the pain made me want to scream, but I wouldn't let Voldemort know my weakness.
"Get away from me, you monster!" I snapped, slapping his hand away. "Leave me alone!"
"I will," said Voldemort, "if you give me your necklace."
"No," I said flatly. "I won't give it to you. You can't make me."
"I can't?" asked Voldemort in a soft, menacing voice.
"No. I won't give it to you no matter what you do," I hissed.
"Oh, really?" said Voldemort, snapping his fingers. Ropes flew out of no where, twisting themselves around my wrists and waist, binding me tightly to the column. Voldemort drew out his wand.
"Torture me all you want," I said, "I'm not giving you my necklace."
"It's a shame," said Voldemort, fingering his wand, "to go through so much for a necklace."
"True," I said, nodding, "but I like it. You know how girls get when it comes to jewelry." "Have it you way, then," sneered Voldemort, raising his wand. "Crucio!" I tried my hardest not to scream, but the pain in my scar doubled, my bones started buring, and red hot knives started to pierce every inch of my skin; I couldn't help it. I was screaming my lungs out... And then Voldemort stopped it. I found myself starring into his horrible red eyes; my scar burned, and I quickly looked away.
"Did you change your mind, Emerald?" Voldemort asked softly.
"No," I replied, tears stinging my eyes. Voldemort looked about ready to strangle me, but he luckily kept his cool.
"Goyle!" he shouted, and the hooded figure walked in.
"Yes, Master?" he asked.
"Take Miss Emerald back to her room," said Voldemort. Goyle untied me and led me out of the room. I could barely walk, but somehow, I made it back to my "room." Goyle chained my wrists to the headboard again and left. As soon as the door closed behind him, I collapsed, sobbing, into my pillow. How was I ever going to get out of this awful place? I must've fallen asleep without noticing, because before long, I was surrounded by a golden haze again.
"Hello, Emerald," came D.C.'s warm voice. A wave of relief washed over me.
"Oh, D.C.," I sobbed, "how am I ever going to escape from this place?"
"With the help of the Powers, of course," replied D.C.
"The Powers?" I asked, sniffing. "Are you planning to tell me what they are anytime soon now?"
"Be patient, Emerald," chuckled D.C. "Anyway, there are 10 different Powers. I'll teach you how to summon the basics tonight, and we'll move on to the more complicated Powers tomorrow night."
"Ok," I said. I was quiet for a moment, and then I realized something I hadn't before. "D.C., it's only February, so how can Voldemort be back? Unless, Harry's in his fifth year already."
"Actually Emerald, it's the beginning of July right now," said D.C. "The july after Voldemort was reincarnated."
"Oh. I guess it would make sense, seeing as this is a different dimension," I said, shrugging. "So, can we start now?"
"Sure," said D.C.
That night I learned about the five basic Powers, which were based on the elements of Fire, Water, Ice, Earth, and Sky. I learned how to summon them and where and when they should be used. I was exhausted afterwards (to summon a Power takes an immense amount of energy), but D.C. reassured me it would be worth it.
"Ok, Emerald," said D.C., "tomorrow night, I'll teach you how to summon the more complicated of the Powers, and then we'll come up with a plan to help you escape from here."
"You mean, I have to go through another day living here?" I gasped, horrified.
"I'm afraid so, Emerald. It may be longer, depending on how long it takes for you to learn the other Powers and for us to come up with a plan," sighed D.C. I was about to answer when I felt myself being shaken awake. The same Death Eater was crouching over me. As soon as I opened my eyes, he unchained me and led me out of the room, towards Voldemort.
We entered the same room, but this time, the Death Eater left as soon as we enetered, shutting the door tightly behind him.
"So, Emerald," came a cold voice from behind me, making me jump, "have you changed your mind?"
"Nope, sorry, Voldemort," I sneered, turning to face him. My scar didn't hurt as badly when I looked Voldemort in the eye now. D.C. had put some sort of temporary charm on it. I was extremely grateful for that.
"You're positive, Emerald?" asked Voldemort softly, drawing out his wand.
"100% positive," I said.
"And, I can't change your mind?" Voldemort said,
"Oh, get on with it," I said, rolling my eyes. "Go ahead and torture me so we can get on with our lives, however pathetic they may be."
"Very well, then," Voldemort said, smiling evilly. He raised his wand.
The pain wasn't as bad as it could've been, but all the same, I was still twitching slightly when the Death Eater led me back out of the room. Instead of heading back to my, er, room, however, he steered me to a room that looked like a kitchen.
"Here's the new waitress," he laughed to the Death Eater standing by the door, and he handed me over to him.
To make a long story short, I was to serve Voldemort and his disgusting followers every night at dinner. The mere thought of them at dinner horrified, terrified, and appalled me. I thought I would faint. That night, at around 6:30, the Death Eater in the kitchens shoved me through a door with a plateful of food. Following me were several house- elves. You'll be leaving soon, Emerald, I thought to myself as I served the rude Death Eaters around the table. You'll be leaving soon.
The Death Eaters were so disgusting that I won't even try to put it in words. It was that bad, really!
Thankfully, I didn't have to serve for more than an hour. I was so exhausted and grossed out that I was nearly jumping with joy when a Death Eater chained me to my bed. Soon, I was asleep, intent on learning the rest of the Powers and escaping ASAP.
The by now familiar and comforting golden mist surrounded me,
"D.C.?" I called.
"No need to yell, Emerald, I'm always here," chortled D.C.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot," I said, smiling sheepishly. "Can we start now? I don't want to be in that building for longer than I have to."
"Ok," sighed D.C., and her started to teach me how to summon the other five powers; the Dream, Wish, Heal, Revive, and, the most complicated on of all, the Dream Crystal itself. This Power would drain a person of all their energy, and most of the time, the summoner would die. D.C. told me never to use this unless it was extremely necessary. All I learned for the Dream Crystal Power was the incantation (which means D.C. didn't make me summon it like the rest of the Powers).
By the end of the lesson I had learned bow to summon the four less complex Powers and the Dream Crystal Power's incantation. D.C. was ecstatic about my progress.
"I'll work on a plan while you're awake," he told me right before I was shaken awake to repeat yesterday all over again, "and tell it to you tonight. That way, you'll be able to escape tomorrow night."
"Sounds great," I sighed. Then, I was roughly shaken awake to be tortured by Voldemort and grossed out by his Death Eaters. I am so glad I only have to go through one more day of this, I thought to myself as I tried not to watch the Death Eaters stuff their faces.
"So, D.C.," I said when I had fallen asleep that night, "what's the plan?"
"Emerald, make sure you'll save some of your energy tomorrow," said D.C. "You're going to escape with the help of the Powers."
