Prophecy Girls

Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H.

Chapter 1

T.G.I.F.

The worlds are dying.

I can feel it…and I have seen it.

Who am I? My name is not important. What is important is my message.

I must warn the guardians, but circumstances prevent me from reaching them. They have grown careless. They do nothing even as one of their members sinks deeper and deeper into despair. I fear for their safety…and their sanity.

Darkness is coming…and they are not ready.

Elyon sat up quickly in her throne. There was no one around; she must have dozed off.

She tried to remember what she had dreamt about, but she couldn't quite grasp it. It felt like she was forgetting something important.

"I hope everything's all right on Earth," she said to her empty throne room. "I hope…Cornelia's okay."

It had been a while since Cornelia and the others visited Meridian. Exams were coming up, and they couldn't find the time to sneak away from their parents. Elyon sighed. She missed her friends.

"Hay Lin! Hold still!" Will commanded. At the moment, she was holding the previous night's homework against Hay Lin's back and trying to do some math problems at the last minute before heading into school.

"Sorry!" said Hay Lin. "But your pencil's too sharp!"

"I know, I know. Just two more problems!"

"Hey! Taranee's finally here!" Hay Lin exclaimed as she left her position to greet her other friend.

"Wait!" Will called after her. "Mr. Fields said he would give me a detention if I turned in another incomplete assignment! My mom'll kill me!"

"Taranee! What's up?" asked Hay Lin when she skidded to a stop in front of the T in W.I.T.C.H. But Taranee seemed to be off in her own little world. She simply ignored the Asian girl and headed to the doors of the school. The bell rang and she was the first person inside. Will walked up to Hay Lin as everybody went into the school.

"Geez, that was rude," said Will.

"Do you think something's wrong?" asked a worried Hay Lin. "She's been acting weird lately. Haven't you noticed?"

Will nodded. Taranee had been acting strange recently. Will, Hay Lin, and Taranee all had first period Math with Mr. Fields. For the last few days, Taranee, who was normally a model student, hadn't been turning in her homework. She came in with a different excuse each day.

"Well," said Will, "it's probably just a phase or something. I mean, she is a teenager after all. We're all about moodiness and stuff like that. Haven't you read the fifth "Harry Potter" book?"

"Okay," said Hay Lin, but she didn't sound too sure. They went inside.

"T.G.I.F.," said Mr. Fields to himself very quietly as his first class took their seats. He looked around, and as usual, the students were chatting about last night's happenings and whatnot. The tardy bell rang, and the students hushed a little, but there were still a few whispers amongst them.

"Okay, class," Mr. Fields announced. "Take out your homework from yesterday." He looked around again as the students took out their assignment. Then he noticed a certain red-haired student in the back furiously scribbling on her paper.

Will Vandom. Why am I not surprised?

He sighed and shook his head. He remembered the threat he made the day before.

I'll give her… a minute.

For a moment the class just sat there. A few people had blank stares. One girl raised her hand.

"Umm…aren't you going to collect our homework?" she asked.

"I'm getting to it," said Mr. Fields. He looked back at Will, who was putting her pencil down and sighing with relief. Mr. Fields smiled and got up to start collecting.

He walked down the rows of desks, taking papers from outstretched hands. He got to Will, who proudly presented her homework to him. He plucked it out of her hands and looked it over.
"Finally getting your act together, Miss Vandom?" he asked.

She gave him a sheepish grin and said, "Um, you betcha!"

"Very good." He went to the next desk. Taranee's desk. She was staring intently at the desktop. She didn't have any papers out.

"Miss Cook," said Mr. Fields. "What excuse do you have for us today?"

"I…must've misplaced it," she said quietly. The class started murmuring.

"That's what she said Tuesday!" another student whispered a little too loudly.

"Hush!" Mr. Fields said to the class. He turned back to Taranee. "See me after class."

The rest of the class was uneventful. Everyone remained silent. Finally, the bell rang, and the other students got up to leave. Taranee stayed in her seat. Hay Lin patted Taranee on the shoulder as she walked by, and Will gave a nervous giggle and thumbs-up. Mr. Fields waited until they left to start speaking.

"Miss Cook…Taranee…I…I'm worried. You were my best student, and now…this! You haven't been paying attention or taking notes, and you've blown off the homework for the past week!"

Taranee hung her head. "I told you, I-"

"Misplaced it?" Mr. Fields interrupted. "Do you really expect me to believe that? I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to give you detention. See you after school today."

Taranee started to freak out. "But Mr. Fields, it's Friday and I-"

"Have plans?" Mr. Fields interrupted again. "Well, it looks like your friends will have to wait."

Taranee opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but then she closed it, got up, and left the room.

"I really don't like having to do this, Taranee," Mr Fields called after her. She stopped in the doorway and turned to look at the math teacher. The look on her face both puzzled and scared him. He had never seen anything like it, much less on the face of a student like Ms. Cook! She turned back and walked away.

Mr. Fields just stood there for a moment. Had he imagined it? After all, she had only glanced at him, but that look stuck out in his mind. It wasn't full of anger or hatred, like the looks he had received from so many other students he had given detention, but it contained something else, something...colder...

Abraxas is rising. The Day of Reckoning is near. Darkness is coming…and they are not ready.
To Be Continued...