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Ok, sry first of all that it took me soo long on this story. I have been studying really hard for school and it is hard to find time to write without getting my notebook taken away in science or Landguage Arts class. Alos I have Practice so, here it is, chapter 3!

Thanks, I'm glad you loved it!

hmm, not quite sure where you get that its like AGATB. then again, I did change it around sone in this update, so explain that to me on your next review please. And, no, I don't think I will self publish it. Lol

Ehem, nice Bri, I love that review. And no, you may not have a cookie! How late was it when you were writing that? lol

Thanks, I like how you tell me when you are confused and that you think my writing is "detailed and mysterious"! Yay!

OK, folks, here we fiiiinnnnaaaly go! Chapter three! (I'll try to be more consistant on my chapters from now on, but not in the next week, I have performances...hehe!)

Chapter 3

"You can let go of me now, I think I'm fine," she giggled when she leaned in close to him.

"Oh...yeah, erm...sorry." He said letting go of her and stepping back.

The warmth that the presence of his hands had brought around her waist distinguished fast, and she started to shiver. She moved her hands up around in front of her face to wipe the hair from her eyes when they froze in front of her face. She was staring in awe at the funny color that was dancing lightly on her finger tips. She brought her hands closer to her face so that her palms almost skimmed her nose and her eyes widened with what colors were there.

The palms of her hands and the tips of her fingers were glowing and making sparks the colors of midnight blue and blood red. She blinked her eyes to make sure that she wasn't seeing things, and then shook her hands violently as if there was fire creeping up her arms, but leaving no charred skin.

"What happened?" she asked with an unsteady voice.

"I told you," he paused to half laugh then spoke again, "you are a witch."

"But how do--If I'm a witch, how do I use my powers? Was my mom a witch? Are witches ugly? Well, if my mom was a witch then witches wouldn't be ugly. I knew there was something mysterious happening to me! How do I use my powers?" she asked again as quick as lightening.

"Easy there," his voice coaxed, "there are some rules." He paused to take a deep breath, then began a very long list of rules, none of which was understood by Gem at all.

"You are 14 it is?" he began, " Ah yes I see by your robes. According to the code you are an underage witch , which, in this case, means if you are not in the realms, under no circumstances are yo allowed to practice sorcery in front of the regulars, without me being there. Also your robes and neclace shall be on you at all times except for sleep arrangements and when you are in the mortal world. While you are in the realms under training, you , at no time unless needed for training, are allowed to bring any shreiking bombs, laughing pastries, gasses, or any other type of war ball." He stopped with a sigh. "I'm guessing that the rest will bhe common sense," He finished with a stern look upon his face.

She stepped backwards to get a better look at where she thought the ceiling would be. THough she could see nothing, she continued to look as if determined to see a space blocking her from leaving this place, while she really blinked away tears that were making her eyes glassy. He stepped forward as if to embrace her in a hug, but she pivited around in a circle that oriented her towards one of many halways and ran, letting tears stream down her cheeks and hiccup escape her mouth.