Title: Title
of Sgath
Author:
XxHyBriDk10
Chapter Ten:
Epilogue
A/N: yeah I've decided to end this horrible story… its sad isn't it? Oh well! I'll just wonder over here if you need me. Which you probably don't…. Hey! Carla is the girl who was talking to Medeva earlier in the story. Remember? Gossiping about Cal?…
Carla Simmons knocked on the door of her friend Medeva Bennington. They were going to meet up with some other friends at the mall and go shopping. Well at least window-shopping. Carla knew that Medeva didn't like to buy things from the mall because of their price.
"Medeva!" she called repeatedly. But no one answered.
Finally Carla tried opening the door and unexpectedly, it wasn't locked. They lived in a not so safe area and secured their homes. The young woman wondered into her advocate's house still calling her name. She came to a bookshelf where it looked like several books had been taken out. There was a note on it that had CARLA written out on it in big letters. It read:
Hey, sorry I'm not here. I had to run out. But take this book in my apologies. And lock the door on your way out!
Carla smiled at the familiarity of Medeva. Under the note was a leather-covered book with a strip of ribbon sticking out like a bookmark. She flipped through the lined paper in what appeared to be Medeva's handwriting herself. The entries were dated like a diary and Carla wondered why Medeva would be giving her something like this.
Oh! I get it! She thought to herself as she locked the door and walked out. This is one of those witchy things Medeva is trying to get me to do since we found out my dad was a witch! Okay! Carla opened the book back up to a random page in her car and began to read a little.
I've begun to finally study with Ciaran MacEwan! I can't believe my idol is actually going to teach me! Here is a spell that I have already learned from him today.
Carla put the book on the shotgun seat next to her and drove to the mall. She would have to try that stuff later!
-Meanwhile-
Medeva's pale corpse hanging from the ceiling of her bedroom wore a smile.
