I opened my eyes, instant pain shooting through my body. I groaned as the memories of earlier flashed back to me. I lifted my index finger, feeling the sudden numbness in my hands.

I pushed it along, hoping to feel who I thought was Syre. "Syre?" I rasped, grasping onto his waistcoat. There was no response. I sighed, blowing away the strands of hair in my face.

"Are you awake yet?" I asked again, turning my head to face him. He was knocked out cold from the looks of it. I stared, looking deeper.

I took a glance at the dried tears that had fallen out of his eyelids. I trembled, trying to hold the tears that yearned to fall.

His mouth was stained with dried blood as well and so was the underneath of his nostrils. I felt fresh tears rush down my cheeks as I thought about his fall.

It was later when I noticed how pale his skin had gotten. Paler than Agatha's ever was. I hesitated, struggling to get up.

Grasping his shoulders, I began to shake him. "Syre? Syre, honey, wake up!" I trembled, clasping him to my chest. "Nooo..." I whispered, letting the tears escape this time.

I wriggled his arm around, trying to find his pulse. The amounts of times my brain tricked me into thinking I felt it was unbearable.

"No, Syre! You can't die on me!" I cried, glancing at the ring he had once put on me. I pulled him closer, crying on his cheek.

No longer could I smell his spearmint breath or feel the same cold touch he had once placed on me. He was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

"This is all my fault..." I breathed out, recalling the night the wind and thunder woke us up. "It was me. I started the war and you...you died for me."

I closed my eyes, clinging him towards me. I felt my hands fall in between. Opening my eyes, I gaped as I realised he was fading away.

I gasped trying to cling onto him, but it just wasn't enough. He disappeared in my arms, now out of my world. I collapsed onto the ground, not afraid to cry out loud.

I clung to my stomach as a feeling almost like stinging was felt. I peered down, looking at my hand which seemed to have black ink smeared onto it.

I gasped, recalling the night when I was attacked by Aric. "Tip, just to be sure stab me a few times." I shook my head in disapproval, scolding myself.

I stared at my wound, gasping as I finally had a good view of what was going on. Black ink slowly began creeping up on me, pouring out of my cut.

I stared at the spot where Syre used to be, wishing that he was here to save me from this transformation. I remember how he came with his spell book, ready to heal me each time this would happen.

Shaking off all the pain, I shot up, flying up the cliff. I was slower this time since my powers were fading. I grimiced, reaching the brink.

I hopped down, running back to my tower. I looked at myself, gasping as I realised the ink had spread. It had now covered my feet and was making its way up to my arms.

I ran some more, feeling the sudden change in my body. The magic I usually felt was fading. I could feel the demons breaking away from my soul, reaching for the outside, hoping to take over my every thoughts and actions.

It's over now. They said to me. You've lost everything. You best friend, your true love and now your freedom. The black ink soon consumed my whole body, from head to toe. The ink had now blended in with my skin, making me the darkest shade of black.

I screamed, feeling instant pains shoot through my body. I cried one last time before I was consumed by a yellow bubble.

It exploded, sending my flying the other way. I crashed onto a tree. Looking up, I faced my hand, staring at it in shock. Somehow it had blended with the tree, seeming to have the same texture and look.

Must be a new power that I hold. I grimaced, staring into a puddle next to me. I was different now. No longer a witch...but a shapeshifter. I was unstoppable, we were unstoppable. But one day we all have to die and that's what he did. That's what he wanted.

(Sophie looked like Mystique from "X-Men: First Class," Mystique, who has blue skin and yellow eyes. Sophie is black skinned though, with red eyes...no pupil...and has two pig tails that hit her hips. It is black also.)

I groaned, feeling my tears run down again. This was all his fault. Tedros. It all made sense now. He took everything I had. The only people I cared about.

He made it seem as if it was her fault, but it wasn't. It was all him. He took the only people I cared about...and now I'm going to take the one peson he truly cares about.

I looked up into the evening sky, ready to seek vengeance. I escorted myself back to the tower, entering the corridor. I walked up to my bedroom, sitting by the table.

I grabbed a piece of paper, grabbing the pen on my right and began writing. Agatha was never my nemesis. It was him and I was too blind to see it.

Now I just had to deliver it. I peered at myself through the mirror. I hadn't realised that I had changed, not just my appearance. I was new and improved, different to everyone else.

I wasn't the Sophie they used to know. This Sophie was filled with hatred and agony, this Sophie was seeking vengeance and it is all his fault. One day he'd feel like how I'm feeling now because he would have lost everything he had and everything he cared about.

I enter the School of Good, pushing the entrance door open. I fell against the door, smirking as I had now blended with the door.

I moved onto the wall, passing the main hall. I walked back, realising what was going on. They thought we were dead! They were having a celebration! But they don't know-

I heard talking from around the corner. Sounded similar, a bit like Tedros, since it was him anyway.

"Dude, what's wrong?" Nicholas asked, sipping on his fruit punch. Chaddick came into the picture, swiping the drink from his mate. "Is it because Agatha's not here?"

I raised an eyebrow, moving in to hear more. "No, its not that... Don't you feel like it's wrong to celebrate? I have this weird feeling that-"

"They're dead," Nicholas chuckled, pushing Chaddick and swiping his drink back. "Let's party, for goodness sake. Always killing the fun."

Chaddick punched Tedros in the arm. "Okay. Okay." Tedros ushered, jumping down from the drawer he was sitting on. "I'm going to go see Agatha, okay?"

The boys nodded. "We'll save you some cake and wish us luck! We're going to talk to hot mamas!" Chaddick limboed back into the hall, whilst Nicholas sighed. "He had too much punch tonight."

I followed Tedros down the hall, listening to him chuckle to himself after what Nicholas had said. He turned a corner. escorting himself to the nursing room. I probably hit her pretty badly if she is here.

I followed him, blending in with the wall. He walked over to her, sitting beside her on the bed. She rolled her head towards him, her face wet with tears.

"Its no fun over here." She sniffled, clutching onto her heart. Tedros sighed, wiping away her tears. "Didn't feel right without you."

Agatha made a small smile, before replying back. "Can you stay for a while?" She asked, reaching out for his hand. Tedros nodded, grasping onto her small hand. "I'll stay for as long as I can."

Agatha looked down at their fingers, her small smile still not leaving her face. "Get up." Tedros ordered, helping her sit up. "You can't just lay around here all day, it's not healthy."

Agatha rolled her eyes. She clutched onto her heart again, squeezing her eyes shut. She opened them again, grabbing the bucket next to her bed and silently puked inside.

Tedros sighed, still holding onto her hand. He stared down at Agatha's chin, stunned to see blood. Agatha forrowed her eyebrows, looking at him.

"What? What's the matter?" Tedros tilted the bucket, his face falling. There was a lot of blood in the bucket. "Is this happening all the time?" He asked, his heart breaking.

Agatha took the bucket, looking down at it. She gasped, resting her hand on her palm. She shook her head as Tedros pulled her in for a hug. "Tedros?" She whispered. "Yes?" He answered. "Tedros, I don't what to die."

I listened silently as the couple wept in each others arms. "You're not going to die, Agatha. I've lost you so many times because of that evil witch, I'm not going to lose you again...forever."

I scoffed just before I flung the paper onto the floor. I scurried off to the window, staring at them.

Tedros pulled himself away, getting up to grab the paper. He took his time reading it, his eyes reverting out of the window.

"I knew it..." He whispered, his voice cracking. "What's the matter, Tedros?" Agatha asked, staring at him.

Tedros didn't dare look at her, but crumbled the paper. He dropped it on the ground, opening his mouth.

"We've got to get you out of here."