Okay here's the review reply for Musa Enchantix--- Thanx. And I really took the idea of Musa being bad and all that from your stories ;-).
For everyone--- Thank you guys. Love you. (I love you even if you don't review. And I'll love you even more if you review. So review please)
And again, words in italics are the thoughts of Musa.
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"Where should we start our search" Stella asked.
"We should start at the library, coz' that's the place where dark magic was spread" Tecna answered.
"And I can go outside and take some help from nature" Flora said.
"I'll go with Flora", Musa said.
Flora can communicate with nature. So I'll have to go with Flora to make sure that nature doesn't destroy my plans.
"C'mon Musa, we should go" Flora said.
"Let's go then"
On reaching the garden, Flora said- I'll try to communicate with nature. You can try your sonic waves to try to find any clue" Flora told Musa.
"Okay"
"I can't get anything. It's so odd. I always get a lot of help from nature, but the trees are not responding at all" Flora said in a worried tone.
They are under the hypnotic sonar waves. They won't say anything until I tell them to.
"It's of no use. I've tried my best but the trees are not responding. Let's go and see if the girls have come to know of anything" Flora said.
That's what I wanted.
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In the library-
"Hey girls, found anything?" Flora asked, coming in the library.
"No, all that we could find were lots of boring books and dust" Stella answered, in a tired voice.
"Did you find anything?" Tecna asked Flora and Musa.
"No, the nature is not responding at all" Flora said.
"It's getting late" Tecna said looking at the watch.
"Let's go to our dorm and sleep" Stella said.
"You're right" Bloom replied, yawning.
It wasn't their fault. They had been woken in middle of the night.
Sleep girls, it going to become your habit. Many accidents will be happening in your school. And beware, Bloom, death is awaiting you.
