Disclaimer: I do not own the Avalon: Web of Magic/Quest for Magic series, or the song "Blue", they belong to Rachel Roberts and The Birthday Massacre respectively.

Plastic blue invitations in my room

I've been waiting here for you

Reservations made for two

Sunlight fading

Ruin leaned over a ancient spellbook, meticulously studying its contents. He was seated at a large oak table in the middle of a library-- The library in the Garden. The light was dim due to the quickly setting sun, and Ruin knew he had to decipher the meaning of this one spell before he would allow himself to leave. Setia was perched on the back of the chair across from him, examining her gray wings. Her black claws dug into the wood, leaving marks that the librarian would notice.

"Setia," He whispered, careful not to let the old elf at the front desk hear. The gargoyle looked up at him, her yellow eyes meeting his blue ones. "Don't do that." He pointed to her sharp, curved claws. Setia loosened her grip and looked embarrassed. "That's a good girl," He said and reached over to pat her head. The gray creature purred in contentment and Ruin copied the spell into his notebook. He looked down at it disapprovingly-- The language was an ancient fairy dialect, he knew that, but his limited knowledge of the language prevented him from understanding the exact words. He did, however, know what the spell was for.

Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash

You supply the rumors and I'll provide the wrath

Romance is breaking every heart in two

Casting shadows in a pale shade of blue

Ruin closed the brown, leather-bound book and replaced on the shelf where he had found it. This library was invaluable, he noted, remembering to keep this place standing when he succeeded in taking over this part of Aldenmor. He placed an arm towards Setia, who flapped her wings once and landed gracefully on his arm, careful this time as to how hard she gripped her perch. The blond-haired man walked to front desk and smiled at the librarian, who was also blonde, but her long, thin hair was streaked with gray. She looked up from her book and gave him a small smile as well, and handed him the sign-out binder. Ruin quickly scribbled his false name and said a quiet "Good evening," to the elf. She continued to read.

Plastic blue conversations in my room

Saving every tear for you

Trusting every word untrue

Twilight fading

Emily sat on her bed, copying definitions from a textbook. Her long, curly red hair was thrown up in a messy ponytail, a few wild strands framing her face. She felt a cool breeze glide over to her, and she looked up, confused. Her window was closed, how is there a breeze?

The Healer rose from her bed, but as soon as she did, her legs collapsed under her. She heard whispers in the back of her mind, but before she could make them out, or even wonder what they were, the unbearable headache she had yesterday attacked her. She clutched her head in agony and resisted the urge to cry out as another vision flung her into its realm.

Fate changes faster than the death of light

You supply the envy and I'll provide the spite

Reflections cutting every face in two

Casting shadows in a pale shade of blue

I'm sorry this chapter is so short and everything's way off schedule. I don't really have any excuse, other than laziness (except midterms are coming up, and I'm trying to raise my grades before the quarter ends, so maybe that's an excuse?). I hope the next chapter will be on time.

--Rainpath