"What?!" asked Cheyenne in confusion. "Who is going to do it? You?" She started walking towards the door very quickly, and said: "Come on, Mochii, Froggie."
"Nah." I said. "I would rather stay here with Sam and Morgan." I pointed at the two wizards staring at Cheyenne calmly. "We won't take your magic." said Morgan, who had dark black hair and was very pale. "That's Toren the torturer." said Sam who had dark brown hair and green eyes.
"Who is Toren the torturer?" asked Cheyenne, and I could tell she was a bit nervous. She stared back at the wizards suspiciously.
"He is the most evil wizard ever, stealing people's magic so he can take over Evenlor and be king," said Morgan. "He can, like, explode an entire city, like this-" Morgan made a swooshing sound and sliced her hand through the air. "ultra fast."
"He sounds evil." said Froggie. "What if you're helping him?" Very fair point, I decided. Too bad he was wrong!!! Sam said, "We're not."
"I don't believe you," said Cheyenne, stomping up the stairs. Meanwhile, Morgan looked sad.
"What's wrong?" I asked, and Morgan said: "Toren stole my magic!"
tiny chapter in chapter 3
Yes! In a magical world I am magic-less! How terrible!!! I wish I had powers, though... all I can remember is once, when I was a young child, me and Cheyenne were playing together, and a dark shadow came over us, so we couldn't see- wait a minute! The reason I don't have magic is someone came and swapped my powers for Cheyenne's non-powers! The reason Toren traded them is because he's scared of my ultra-powerful jujitsu! How dare he!
Back to chapter 3 again
So, you know how this story was short? Well, the version we were told took 3 and a half hours, thus it was 11:45. "Midnight!" I yelled, and we ran out of the room, to the hallway as quickly as we could.
The next thing I know, the ground gets turned into mossy stairs, sending my slipping. Everyone screamed, confused, and we knew we weren't going to make it. I raced up the stairs finally, and we got to the door! I raced into Cheyenne's room, (somewhere I'd never been before) and saw her sleeping in bed, surrounded by various horse stuffed animals I figured she was too old for. The window was open, showing the forest, pitch dark. A dark figure perched on the window sill, holding a bag filled with magical powder. It was swirling in the air. Then, he seemed to- teleport?!- right when I jumped twoards him!!!
"We're too late," I breathed. "Cheyenne's magic...it's gone."
Cheyenne sat up, screaming in pain. What do we do? I thought in a panicked manner.