Chapter 1-Whisp's Plans.

"Yes, Whisp?" The wizard floated in, his dark green gaze rested on his leader with pure admiration. He wore a black robe which flounced around his ankles as he walked, his shaggy brown hair waving. 

Whisp wore a red robe with a black ribbon around it. His coal black eyes penatrated his companion; he put both hands together, folding them onto his lap, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"You wanted to see me, sire?" The small wizard paused in front of his leader, bowing magestically. "Im here, to obey your every command."

Whisp took a breath, clenching his teeth ever so slightly. It annoyed him that his people shall pretend nothing was going on, as the land was being attacked this very minute.

"Yes." He spoke, his voice deeper than the other wizards. "Callus, I need you and Klur to find out what the ruffians intend to do with our land. We built it, we shall keep it." He added, a sense of pride running through him. It was true, his people had been around for so long, longer than most.

Callus breathed in sharply. "Im afraid that is not possible, my good sir." He said hesitantly. "They refuse to even come near us."

Whisp blinked, his eyebrows raised slightly. He was confused. If they did not wish to be near his people, why come on his land then? Was there something here that captured their interests? He wondered.

"I see." Whisp pursed his lips, his mind speeding through the possibilities, the plans he could use to drive the intruders far away. But he hated using his powers, wasting them on the lower class wizards, when there was more he could be doing. There was no way this could work. But he knew that they needed to leave.

"What is their business here, anyway?" He let his gaze rest once again on Callus, nostrils flaring slightly with rage. They needed to get out of his land, or he would be forced to use his powers.

Callus shifted. "We dont yet know, sir." He answered, his gaze flushing with confusion. "As I said, they refuse to be near us, much less tell us what they are doing here, in our own land. They could be of more harm to us now that Losa is gone."

"'Tis true." Whisp murmured. "Her death will forever remain both a mystery and a tragedy."

Whisp glanced beside him, out his window. His people were gathered in the graveyard, grasping flowers. they had their heads lowered ever so slightly, mourning the loss of their dear friend. Whisp remembered how she had always remained the most cheerful, picking his people up when they fell down, always being the most helpful of the group. She was always the strongest, most powerful, even before Whisp. But there was always something else about her, something even Whisp could not place, as of yet.

He drew in a shuddering breath, refusing to let the tears glisten in his dark eyes. The pain stabbed his heart, yet he turned back to Callus with a small sigh.

"You are excused." Whisp murmured quietly, his folded hands coming apart. He stared directly in front of him, unable to meet his friends eyes. Emotions were something Whisp was unfamiliar with. He had grown up without them.

"Yes, sire." Callus bowed once more, and proceeded out of the room. At the door he paused, glancing back at his leader with a small smile.

"The village would like to hold a ceremony in honor of Losa." He murmured, sadness creeping into his voice at the very end of his sentence. Whisp nodded blankly, and Callus left the room without another word.

As the click of his friends shoes grew into the distance, the wizard found he had been holding his breath. He let it out slowly, refusing to let the tears gathering in his eyes fall. He knew there would be tragedies. That went without question. But he needed his village to be strong, and keep fighting through their dark times. Whisp remembered long ago when he himself had been a new wizard. Even without many powers, he had been strong and fearless, fighting with his village to protect loved ones.

But things werent always this way, with villages of wizards. They usually didnt work together like they did now. They had refused, dubious as to why they should even think about becoming friends. Everything was strange for Whisp back then, so he had fled.

Eventually, after a long search, he found another wizard willing to become friends with one of her own. Her human friends had not worked for her. Losa was the most beautiful person Whisp had ever seen. After they had made the village, they had become close, more than just friends.

And now she's gone. Whisp realised, glancing out the window again. The graveyard was empty; the chamber doors were closing as everyone settled in for the night. Whisp knew he had to stay awake, for it was his duty to protect and serve his amazing village, his people whom he had formed with hard work.

But his chamber door creaked opened, and in stepped Leiha. Leiha was Losa's big sister. They had found her unwillling to join together with others but her sister. But after a near death experience, being saved by Whisp and her sister, she decided maybe it wouldnt be too bad to be friends.

Leiha crept into the room, narrowing her icy blue eyes at Whisp ever so slightly. 

"The intruders wish to speak to you." She said quietly, opening the door a bit more. A tall wizard stepped into the large, cavernous room, and Whisp narrowed his eyes.

Behind the wizard came in another. His companion was short, but had a sinister smile on her face. Leiha stood by the door, her hands warily gripping her wand just in case.

The first wizard spoke softly to Whisp first.

"Im Vincent." He introduced himself politely. "This is my friend, Tabitha."

"What a pleasure to meet you." Tabitha said, her voice thick with contempt. "Maybe we'll be friends."

Whisp narrowed her eyes at her tone. "Sorry, but I don't make friends with intruders." He snapped, annoyed.

Tabitha rolled her eyes coldly. "Whatevs."

"Tabitha, manners." Vincent snapped. "Its rude to backtalk to another leader."

"Yeah sure." Tabitha snickered. "I'll be civil."

Whisp glared slightly at the female wizard, obviously displeased by both tone and expression. Vincent cleared his throat lightly.

"Anyway," The leader went on. "We just need you to sign this form, decreeing the land to be ours." He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Whisp.

"Hold on just one moment." Whisp narrowed his eyes coldly, rage bubbling inside of him. "You want me to give away our land? The only home my people have ever known?" His voice rose with indignation and fury. "Leiha, get these two out of my sight, now!"

"It's very touching you should care so much about your village, and whom it contains, however, the land is ours." Vincent looked slightly annoyed. "So, you'll be taking your leave tomorrow."

"Me and my wizards will not be pushed around." Whisp said softly, a hint of malice in his voice. "If you so much as try to take our land, we'll rip you to pieces." He waved a hand at Leiha, and she pointed her wand at Viincent.

"Out." She growled quietly.

Vincent raised his hands. "Very well then." He murmured. "Just know, you have been warned." He walked to the door, his companion following. Vincent left, but Tabitha turned.

"Whisp, right?" Tabitha asked, her dark eyes searching his. Whisp narrowed his eyes at her. He wanted her gone, so the best way to get rid of her was to answer the stupid question.

"That is my name." Whisp told her, annoyed. 

Tabitha nodded strangely, a smirk on her face now. "Then your land shall forever be consumed by smoke." She stated, and turned to walk off.

After she was gone, Whisp put a hand to his head. This was terrible. vincent and his people wanted Whisp's land..to themselves now. Why, though? What was so special about this land, and why couldnt Vincent settle for another one? Perhaps because the hard building was done for him here? 

Whisp drew in a sharp breath, closing his eyes tightly. "Leiha, send me Callus."

Leiha nodded. "Yes, sire." She said, spinning on her heel. Her shoes clacked down the hallway and away, toward Callus' dorm.

After a few minutes Callus came into the room, this time looking quite mad. He paused in front of his leader, the anger melting into exhaustion.

"Yes, sire?" He asked, politely. Whisp looked at him for a moment.

"Apparently, Vincent, the leader of intruders, wants this land to himself." He explained. "We need a plan. Or two. Maybe three. He's a monster, Callus, they all are." 

"What would you like me to do?" Callus said without hesitation, his eyes glittering slightly with interest and expectation. Whisp had never seen him so ready for a battle.

"Report to Flint, and Niome. We may need them most." Whisp said. Niome was Losa's mother. Besides Whisp and Losa, she was the strongest, fearless, and best at this type of situation. She had a strange power Whisp had not yet mastered, and he was thinking it may help to have someone like that in his village.

Flint was a fire wizard. He controlled heat, caused fire, anything of the sort. He could turn others into ashes, but only if he had enough power, which was rare as he was young and carefree.

Callus narrowed his green eyes slightly, and his face fell. "No one told you?"

"Told me what?" Whisp asked, alarmed. If Flint and Niome were gone, there was hardly any hope in sight.

"They left, to go find someone to help." Callus explained, obviously unhappy. Whisp knew his friend hated delivering bad news to anyone, especially his leader.

Whisp pursed his lips. "Did they say when they would be back?" He asked. Perhaps, maybe, there was some hope in the dire situation.

But Callus shook his head, his frown growing deeper. "No one inquired." He replied. Whisp held back a sigh, and closed his eyes. "Very well. You may leave." He said quietly.

"Yes sire." Callus left the room, leaving Whisp alone to think by himself.

 

The moon came and went without a second glance. Before Whisp knew it, it was morning. The birds were singing, his people were awake, and the intruders surrounded the castle, brandishing wands.

Whisp stood in front of his people gathered outside, equipped with their own wands. He seemed unwilling; sure, these were high class wizards, but there were better things he should be doing. However, taking out these guys should be no problem at all, right?

"I'll make a deal with you!" Vincent shouted from across the land. "I can bring back the dead."

Whisp blinked, the possibility of having Losa back sparking his interest. Callus widened his eyes, shaking his head slightly. One look at the dispair in his friends eyes, he knew the right choice.

Whisp snapped to his senses, narrowing his eyes. "As much as I would love to have Losa back, I wouldnt trade my peoples home." He declared.

"What is so important to you about this land?" Vincent commented, annoyed should his offer be turned down. Obviously he was unwilling to battle as well.

"This is the only home my people have ever known." Whisp explained, narrowing his eyes even more. "They would be deeply saddened if they lose it."

"Touching." Vincent placed a free hand on his chest, the other gripping his wand still. "However, as touching as it was, I apologize but the land is ours."

Whisp's knuckles turned white, as did his face. "You can't do this." Vincent let out a soft chuckle.

"On the contrary, I can do as I please, fool." He snarked. 

"You asked me why the land was important to me. The same question is now directed to you. What is your business here?" Whisp's eyes glittered with rage; his grip tightened on the wand. "What makes it so special?"

"That's unimportant as of this moment." Vincent shook his head. "Attack!" He screeched. Robes flew, wands waved, spells were cast. The land, Whisp's home, suddenly became a battle ground, and his gaze was directed on the one who caused it first.

Chapter 2-Battle Against Time.

Vincent flicked his wand toward Whisp, and a giant blue ball of light hurtled toward him. He dodged it with ease and went up in the air, floating toward his enemy. Vincent rose as well, and they faced eachother.

"Why are you doing this, fool? We are winning." Vincent cast his gaze toward the battle field, contempt glittering in his eyes. Whisp looked down as well. Horror seized him.

Leiha was on the ground, pinned by Tabitha. Tabitha was standing from afar; she had her wand pointed toward Leiha, crushing her with a spell. Leiha tried to catch her breath but could draw none, for Tabitha's magic was far too powerful.

Whisp grunted, waving his wand toward Tabitha. She flew backwards in shock, her wand falling to the ground in front of her.

Leiha was released and rushed at Tabitha's wand. However, before she could grab it someone stopped her. A man rushed towards it, knocking her our of the way with ease as he gripped it in his hands.

Leiha growled with frustration, kicking him in the knee. He fell to the ground, and Leiha was able to snatch the wand from his fingertips seconds before it touched the ground.

"Looks like we are the ones winning." Whisp said triumphantly, as Leiha cast her wand at Callus, who had dropped his. He caught it with ease and aimed his spell at the one responsible for it.

Vincent grimaced slightly, obviously displeased with his team. "They know a trick." He explained. "Yet, they are not using it yet...hmm...that worries me."

"It should." Whisp chuckled. "My people love this land. Yours dont even know it." 

Vincent made a face, contemplating this in his mind for a short moment.

"My people do as I say." Still in the air, Vincent crossed his arms. "They made me leader--"

"Why was that, though? They could be so much greater than this. But you have already turned them into battling, bloodthirsty monsters who kill recklessly." Whisp interupted, his gaze inquiring as he looked down upon the battle. His team was winning; Vincent's team was clearly untrained.

"My team needs to be strong, like me. But they are nothing but weaklings. Everyday it is the same. They dont understand that somewhere, out, far away, there are other wizards that need to be taught a lesson." Vincent scowled downwards at his team.

"Not everyone is interested in killing like you." Whisp told him, slightly amused by his words. He didnt understand, did he, that some wizards are good? "You could have been the great leader, better than me even, but you threw that away for power." He shook his head. "That is a shame. A shame indead."

Vincent looked quite puzzled. He worked through Whisp's words in his head, yet his mind came up blank. Whisp grimaced. Being reasonable hadnt worked. That was his best trick.

"But I can see your more interested in fighting." Whisp commented. "After all, Vincent, what is there to life, being a wizard? Maybe you are helping them."

"Helping..?" Vincent was disgusted. "You mean im putting them out of their misery?"

"Perhaps." Whisp said truthfully. "Most wizards want to die. They are just a bit scared to do it themselves." Whisp explained, his eyes blank as he spoke.

Vincent flew to Whisp's side, gazing down as well. "Your winning, obviously." He said, almost sad. But his brain was working in his own plan.

"But still, this land is important. We must take it." He growled. His dark eyes narrowed slightly; his mouth tightened with his decision.

"Why? Why is it so important?" Whisp demanded, rage swirling inside him. There was no way, no way, he would give up his land.

Vincent looked slightly annoyed with this inquiry; his tossed his head defiantly away from his component. Apparently these were...personal matters, Whisp realised. He would have to get deeper.

He let his eyes soften, less threatening now. But Vincent wasnt paying attention; his eyes were wild with horror as he gazed down at the battle. Whisp lost focus, following the wizards gaze crossly.

Callus had pinned a wizard to the ground. She struggled but was no match for his black magic; he crossed toward her to finish her off with the killing spell. But when he got close, Vincent flew down, knocking Callus out of the way and letting the female wizard up. She smirked ever so slightly to Vincent; she waved her wand at Callus, and he flew back.

Whisp narrowed his eyes as he watched. Obviously this female meant something to Vincent..somehow. But wasnt Tabitha his wife, or had he totally misunderstood?

But no, alas Vincent flew forward to her, murmuring in her ear slightly. The female's gaze rose; they met Whisp's with wild ambition. 

Vincent backed away slightly, smiling. The female rose into the air gracefully, holding her same smirk as before as she glided towards him. Whisp tensed, wand ready, but she showed no signs of attacking. Still, he refused to slack his ready pose.

"Hello." The females voice sounded like she was singing. "I am Malinda. And you?"

Whisp struggled to hold his wand steady; he trembled with the effort. There was no trust left in him, especially not for this wizard. He lowered his wand in defeat. "Whisp."

Yet, he still struggled with his wand. It would only take one spell to-

"Dont try it." The female's tone turned smug ever so slightly; she flew forward until she stood directly in front of Whisp. "As you can see, I have a bodyguard."

"I could kill him too." Whisp gripped his wand as she approached. He didnt trust her one bit.

"You should." Now her tone was more annoyed than smug. "After all, I am Losa's sister, arent I?"

"Losa only had one sister." Whisp was angry now. His eyes turned dark silver.

The females high pitched voice rose. "That she told you of." She explained, a sly smile taking place of the ambitious smirk on her face.

"Losa would have told me." Whisp roared, backing away in the air. His eyes were alight with fury; his grip on his wand tightened, though everything felt surreal. His clouded mind struggled to think of something more to say. "S-she tells me everything!" He growled.

"No, not everything." Malinda was smirking once more, pleasure glittering in her dark eyes. She enjoyed this much more than Vincent..or anyone..would. Or could, for that matter. Whisp realised. This girl was evil...there was no way she was Losa's sister..was it?

"No." Whisp rasped. "No, it..it cant be true." He felt dizzy; he blinked, struggling to keep his eyes on the person in front of him.

"May I show you something?" Malinda asked, floating forward. She stretched her arm out to Whisp, her palm facing him. Whisp hesitated before lifting his hand to meet hers.

Her hand was icy cold; it struck Whisp like a blow to the heart. When he was able to catch his breath, he was plunged deep into a dark memory.

Losa herself was standing in a rose garden; the same one Whisp had in his land, beside the graveyard. Far along the way stood Malinda. 

Losa looked up immediately, a smile on her lips. "Hi Malinda." She called quietly, her beautiful song like voice maching Whisp ache. Malinda smiled and walked forward to Losa. 

"Hello Losa." She murmured ever so quietly. Something in her voice scared Whisp; he recoiled. "Losa!" He yelled.

Losa seemed not to hear him; she once again smiled at Malinda. "So how is father doing? Is he well?" Losa questioned.

"He is..alright..sister." Malinda's eyes darkened slightly, the grip on her wand was tightening. Whisp's heart raced with terror.

Losa frowned. "Sister..?" She murmured. "You have always called me Losie....never sister.."

Malinda's face contorted into a grimace. "People change, Losa." She growled quietly. "I wont always call you the same thing."

"I see." Losa murmured. Whisp swallowed. Something suspicious was going on here...

"Im sorry...Losie.." Malinda backed away a pace, pointing her wand at her sister and closing her eyes. "Vincent told me to kill you."

Losa looked blank. "I know." She murmured. "Vincent...he was always battle hungry..wasnt he?"

"Its his nature." Malinda shrugged. "I suppose I am the only one that takes after him."

"Father always knew you would follow him." Losa sighed. "Of course...I was always the one he knew would 'betray' him, as he put it."

"But it wasnt your fault." Smiling, Malinda shook her head. There was something different about her smile. It wasnt cold...or angry..Whisp noticed. "Mother was always making sure you spent less time with him."

"I know." Losa's lips went up at the corners. "She wanted one daughter to be a good wizard."

"I didnt realize you were going to chat." Vincent appeared beside Malinda suddenly, his dark eyes glittering with rage. He was displeased, Whisp saw. He widened his eyes in horror.

"I sent you here to kill her, not talk about how evil you are!" Vincent growled. 

"Sorry, father." Malinda murmured. "I cant kill her..its too hard.." Whisp let his breath out slightly with relief.

Vincent nodded and pointed his wand at Losa, who swallowed and shut her eyes tightly. 

"Then I will finish the job for you." Vincent growled, and the memory ended.

Whip stared at Malinda and backed away. "N-n-no..no..no...no...no..no!" He turned and flew down at Vincent, pointing his wand at him. "You..killed her!" He roared as a ball of light went toward Vincent with unrealistic speed. Vincent had no time to move; the ball hit him and he fell to the ground.

Whisp stood over him for a moment. Suddenly Malinda sped over, pushing him away. "No--father! Father..are you alright?" She was gasping.

Vincent's breaths came in short gasps. "Malinda...my daughter...stay strong..lead us..!" He rasped. "The group belongs to...you....now....Take....c..a..re..." His head went to the side; Malinda's eyes filled with pure hatred as she looked up at Whisp. "I will get my revenge.." She growled. "Vincent is dead!" She cried to her group. "Retreat--now!"

Shocked murmurs took place of the hating screams and yells. The field fell silent and deadly.

Whisp spun around, fearing the absolute worse.

Two shocked figures stood in the middle of the raged clearing, one wore a long black robe. Her curly blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her puzzled eyes scoring the torn field. The other wore a long velvet robe. He had scruffy black hair and dark green eyes, which quickly scanned the whole yard with horror.

 The silence was broke by the female. She walked forward slightly, pausing to take in everything. Her gaze met Malinda's.

"Malinda.." She whispered, and her daughter lowered her eyes slightly, to gaze across the torn battlefield. Slowly her eyes glazed with horror.

"What..what have you done, Malinda?" Gasped Niome, staggering forward as her gaze caught sight of Vincent, stretched on the ground. "Who..who.." She whispered. "Who..did...this...?"

Chapter 3-Niome Is..Leaving?

 Malinda cast her gaze to Whisp, suddenly the horror melting into slight pity. Whisp felt oddly puzzled by her change of attitude.

Niome was on her knees, silent tears falling down her face. Flint walked forward to Malinda, and she looked at him sharply with dark hatred.

"There, see?" Flint growled, waving his hand at Vincent and Niome. "I told you..told you this would happen, yet, you did not listen. Was there any way you would have stopped this battle from happening? Could have?" His hand trembled slightly; he shook his head. "No. But there was a way you could--"

"I didnt know he would attack him." Choked Malinda, her eyes low now. "I wanted the battle to end; I figured..maybe Whisp would leave.."

"No." Shaking his head, Flint took a step toward the dead Vincent. "You knew Whisp would want to avenge Losa's death. That comes without question. But why..why would you let him know? What good did that do?"

"No good." Malinda sighed. "B-"

Whisp walked forward now, tired of listening to their conversation. His questioning eyes met Flint's; Flint shook his head with a smile.

"For now, take your people and retreat." He told Malinda. Before the young girl could speak, her mother stood up. "Im coming with you."

"Wait..what...?" Whisp struggled to control his horror. "You..your..leaving...?" He was terrified; what was becoming of his group now?

Niome's eyes were both desperate and pleading; there was something glittering in them that Whisp could not place, but he knew somehow he would have to let her be. She knew what she was doing..right?

"I will come back, Whisp, but...maybe not very soon." Niome glanced at Malinda. "But my daughter needs comforting right now. I comforted you when Losa died..so now I have to comfort Malinda."

"I understand, Niome." Whisp murmured. "But we will miss you dearly."

Niome's eyes took on a mischevious glimmer. "Hey! I never said I wasnt coming back, you old goof!" She teased.

Whisp looked at her. "Im not as old as you are." He teased back, grinning. Niome scoffed, but her blue eyes were alight with laughter.

"Im only 44," She exclaimed, pretending to be annoyed. "Your, like, 20." At that, Whisp had to chuckle.

"Im 26." He shook his head with amusement.

"And your still alive?" Fake surprise flitted her gaze. She tried to hold back laughter, with no success.

While she was chuckling, Whisp took the chance to glance at Flint. The young wizard stood by Malinda's side, staring down at Vincent. Taking note of the solemn glitter in Flint's eyes, Whisp quickly returned his gaze to Niome.

"I should be going now, though." Niome's burst of laughter had ended; she had followed Whisp's gaze. Her own eyes were understanding, yet darkly cold.

"I..of course." Whisp whispered. "Goodbye, Niome.."

Niome's eyes found his. She nodded slightly. "Goodbye...Whisp.." She murmured quietly. She floated to Malinda's side, and Whisp looked up to see Malinda staring at him with hatred and fury in her dark coal black eyes.

"We will return..soon. To finish this." Malinda growled harshly. "So watch your back."

"Ditto." Threatened Callus, stepping to Whisp's side with his wand in hand. Whisp motioned him back with a wave of his hand. Callus stayed where he was, though his ready pose relaxed slightly.

Malinda glared at Callus for a long moment. "Youll be the first then." She snarked. "Threatening me."

Callus raised an eyebrow, stiffening slightly.

"Yup." Malinda wave her own group to her side. They crossed over to her, ignoring the hating murmurs of the crowd. Malinda raised her chin.

"We will be back." She repeated. "Not tomorrow. Not the next day. The day after? No. It will be a while. So you will never see it coming." The corners of Whisp's enemies lips went up slightly. "So..watch your back."

Callus let out a soft growl of frustration, itching to leap forward and wave his wand at her, making her disappear.

Malinda looked at him shortly, an amused expression taking place of the rage in her eyes for half a second. Callus dropped his stare; he looked at the floor for a short moment.

Whisp looked at Callus quietly. "Go back inside." He ordered.

"But Whisp--" Callus began, but Whisp's eyes were hard; this was an order. Callus nodded slightly, dropping his plea for now as he retreated inside the base.

Now Whisp returned his gaze to Malinda. "Go back to your territory. There has been enough bloodshed today." He told her, less kind now. Malinda sensed the change in his tone and raised her eyebrows.

"Of course." She murmured. "Territory." 

"Yours." Whisp added with a hint of malice. Malinda looked frustrated; obviously she was contemplating what to say next.

"Fine, fine." She growled. "My territory. Lets go." She added to her people, then glancing icily at her enemy. "Bye..Whisp. We will be back, dont doubt that."

"I believe you." Whisp said dryly, with a glance at Vincent's body. Malinda followed his silver gaze and flinched slightly, rage swirling inside of her.

 "You should." She snapped, spinning around. Her robe swished as she flounced quickly and quietly across the land, until she vanished from sight. Whisp watched, making sure they had really left. When he was satisfied they had gone, he simself spun around, floating back inside quickly. Callus was waiting by the door.

"Sire," He acknowledge quietly. 

"Send Flint to my room, will you?" Whisp murmured shortly as he kept walking. He hardly heard the wizards response; his heart ached with pain.

He reached his doors and swung them open, rising in the air and flying to his seat. He sat down in it to wait for Flint while his mind wandered.

So Vincent had killed Losa. But why? What..had she ever done to anybody? Was there something about her Whisp didnt know yet? Something dark?

Whisp remembered there had always been something..odd...about his friend. She was quiet sometimes, wanting to stick to the shadows, or even by Whisp's side. Sometimes she was frightful for no reason; Whisp found her behavior quite odd before.

The door to his chamber creaked open ever so slightly. "Whisp. You wanted me?" Flint asked as he walked into the room quietly, shutting the door behind him.

"Where did you go, Flint?" Whisp quieried quietly. "Where did you and Niome go?"

"Thats..not important sire." Flint told Whisp softly. "Im afraid this is meant to be for just me and Niome to know of."

Whisp narrowed his eyes. "Flint.." He said warningly. "I dont need to lose another wizard right now."

Flint sighed. "Fine. We went to the volcanos." He admitted, dropping his gaze, knowing the outburst that his words would bring on.

Whip flew from his chair in horror and shock. "You did what?!" He shouted. "Why? The volcanos? At a time like this?" He was furious.

Flint met his gaze unflinchingly. "I expected them to help us." He admitted softly. Whisp's nostrils flared.

"But..the volcanos...ugh...Flint! Do you have any, any idea what will happen now? Do you realise the danger you have put us all in, just by entering the territory? Do you?" Whisp put a hand up to his head in despair.

The volcanos were the resting place of a group of wizards called the Sabina. They were named after their wise and fearless leader. Sabina was evil; she wanted nothing more than killing. And if she couldnt have that..then the world would be forever doomed.

The worst part was, the Sabina shared their home with Matusa, a big red dragon. Matusa was unlike any dragon; Sabina was unlike any wizard. She could communicate with dragons telepathically. 

Matusa and Sabina had made a deal before; they would team up to kill, and share the power together. Matusa had accepted the offer, now becoming unstoppable.

Whisp knew anyone who dare tread near the volcanos would be putting themself and anyone they care for in danger. Matusa hated unwanted villagers.

Flint snapped him from his thoughts. "I had figured, maybe..Sabina would want to help us fight Vincent and his people. But she turned us down. She said we needed to leave at once.

"But Niome, she wouldnt stop pestering the Sabina. Eventually they got bored of her, and sent Matusa after us! We ran; we think we lost her.."

"You...think..?" Whisp glared at him. "So there is a fifty-fifty chance of a huge dragon attacking us? Do you know how close I am to completely banishing you from the territory?" 

Flint's eyes hardened, his expression becoming both indifferent and horrified. "You wouldnt, would you?" He asked Whisp, tilting his head ever so slightly.

Whisp let out a sigh, putting his hand to his head again, this time for a moment. "No. No, Flint, I wouldnt. But....ugh..." He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "We could be in mortal danger right now."

"Im sorry." Flint said, lowering his eyes slightly. "We didnt mean to lead her on." His voice wavered; he closed his eyes.

Whisp took a deep breath. "Just tell our most powerful wizards to keep an eye out. Keep the children inside." He murmured softly. He opened his eyes, watching his friends gaze melt into utter relief.

"Yes sir." He bowed respectfully and proceeded from the room to warn the others. Whisp heard murmurs from the hallway; shoes clicked down the hall toward his chamber almost at once.

"Sire..?" Callus was there; he creaked the door open, not bothering to shut it behind him. His eyes her wide; obviously something had startled him.

"Yes, Callus. What is it?" Whisp murmured tiredly. When he met his friends gaze, alarm flittered through him for a moment. Was Matusa attacking now?

"You..need to see this, sir." Callus hesitate slightly. "Come with me."

Whisp nodded and stood up, following his friend until he reached the huge doors. Callus flung them open and stepped out, unease flickering in his eyes. Ignoring the anxiety in his stomach, Whisp followed, preparing for the utter worst.

But what he saw was horrible. 

Smoke, just pure smoke, was flowing through Whisp's land until it reached the border. Whisp hardly saw in front of him; he had to raise up in the air slightly to see over the whisps of smoke. It crowded the land; Whisp drew in a deep breath, remembering Tabitha's words the day before.

Your land shall forever be consumed in smoke. She had murmured. Whisp narrowed his eyes, floating back down to Callus.

"Get everyone inside. Anyone who is not outside, get them in their rooms. You as well. Hurry, Callus! Now!"

Callus nodded gently. He met his leaders gaze, his own wide with fear, before vanishing quickly into the base. Whisp swallowed and glared through the smoke. It slid through the air, blinding him for just a moment as it whisped up to his face. Whisp coughed; he backed away. this wasnt any smoke. No. This was fire.

Now more alarmed than ever, Whisp rose up and stared across the yards. Flames lapped, far away from his land, yet the smoke seemed to billow toward him, growing thicker. The flames were crackling; smoke quickly whisped away from it towards the land.

A yell gathered in his throat, but something stopped him. He shut his mouth tightly, grinding his teeth. He didnt want to alarm them. 

"Callus!" He decided to yell for his higher wizard. A few seconds later Callus was at his side, gazing down at the bright orange flames with the same horror and fury that Whisp had.

"What are we going to do?" Callus growled quietly, narrowing his eyes as the flames lapped higher at the air quickly. Whisp stiffened.

"Go...get...Flint. Hurry!" He rasped softly. Callus nodded and dissappeared, returning a moment later with Flint at his side. One glance at the red flames and Flint gasped.

 "W..what happened, Whisp?" Flint gasped. "Who..did this?"

Whisp shook his head. "Matusa." He flew forward, his gaze locked coldly on the flames. Flint backed away.

"But.." Guilt flooded his gaze. Whisp turned his head to meet his friends gaze.

"Its not your fault." Whisp said sharply. "Matusa did not act alone. Im sure she had a little help."

Flint glared down at the fire. "By who?" He inquired.

Whisp gritted his teeth, speaking the name through them icily.

"Tabitha."

Chapter 4-Fire And Smoke!

Flint narrowed his eyes, glaring down once again at the lapping flames. They seemed to grow higher.

"What are we going to do?" He asked quietly.

Whisp shook his head. "There is nothing we can do." He replied slowly. "Its terrible."  

Flint locked eyes with him. "Theres always something we can do, Whisp." He told him. "Lets try, at least!"

Whisp grunted as he turned his gaze across the foggy field. Something caught his eye. 

"Hold on." He growled as he flew forward a bit. It was a figure. It could have been a shadow of the fog, as it was completely still, but Whisp could sense an evil presence among the field. 

"Someones here." He whished down. As soon as he came close to the figure, it moved out of the fog, displaying a young female wizard. Her smirk held; she showed her teeth at Whisp.

"Very white." Whisp acknowledged. The female had pale skin, and dark golden eyes. Not only that, but she was fast. 

She zoomed out of Whisp's reach and back in two seconds, her gaze light with humor. Whisp tensed, his eyes locked with the females. She turned her gaze back toward where Flint and Callus floated. Sensing her gaze, they hovered down to them. 

"Vampire." Callus was shocked. His eyes were wide, mouth agape. Flint could only glare at the intruder, knowing enough about the species to know not to...challenge...them.

Whisp, however, being brave, dared to take a step forward, ingoring the females enraged hiss as her glowing eyes turned from humor to anger. Whisp lowered his head, but his stance remained daring.

"Leave, or you will be taken prisoner." He snarled. The female held his gaze. "Whats your name?" She asked. Her voice rang like churchbells, soft and sweet but demanding.

"Whats yours?" Whisp growled warily. The female let out a chortle of laughter; Whisp flinched away from the beautiful sound. 

"Im Christine." She explained. "And I could fight you off." She said cockily, tipping her head to the side slightly with amusement. Whisp narrowed his eyes. "Flint."

"On it." The young wizard pointed his wand at Christine, using his magic to freeze her in place. Now Callus waved his wand to the female vampire, lifting her higher in the air to show her she stood no chance. Despite her frozen features, rage glittered in her golden brown eyes.

"What are you doing to my sister?" Another vampire launched at them, teeth bared. Whisp looked at her. 

"You need to leave. Both of you do. This is wizard land." He snapped. Callus let his spell loosen, and after hesitation, as did Flint.

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