The Magic Of Elan

"Come on Larry!" called the tall man in a semi whispered voice. A third man came running out of a magic shop called, Magical Things For Cheap, clutching a brown paper bag in his left hand. He met up with the other two, then they all quickly ran off into the nearby woods. Kristie stood there, watching the figures getting smaller, debating on whether to follow them, and see what they were up to, because whatever it was, Kristie felt that they were up to no good. Feeling wide awake, and a bit curious, Kristie followed.

The forest was dark, and eerie, and crawling with animals that were just beginning their day. After tripping over a possum like animal, Kristie stopped to see where she was. Ten feet in front of her was an old black sign with white lettering. The sign looked as though it had been there for years, but the paint looked almost fresh. The lettering said,

Kristie no longer saw the three men, maybe it wasn't the best idea, but Kristie kept walking. After what seemed like hours, Kristie's eyelids were getting heavy, and her calves sore. Images of home, and of her family floated into her mind. With a quick jerk, she woke up. Kristie stared at an enormous building in front of her. Flying around towering turrets of the castle were many birds. Kristie looked closer, and noticed that they weren't birds, they were bats; thousands of them

Kristie began slowly crossing the rickety wooden bridge. She held tight to the rope railing. With a snap, a weak board broke under her feet. Holding tight to the ropes, doing the one thing that you shouldn't do in situation like that, Kristie looked down. The water was churning furiously about fifty feet below her. Holding the rope railing as tight as she could, she managed to muster enough strength to pull herself up. She walked warily across the rest of the bridge, and walked up to the stoop of the castle.

The large front doors were ajar, so she crept in. Kristie heard voices coming from a few doors down the candle-lit hallway. Kristie saw the halfway opened door, and crept down the hallway to peek through it. She saw the three men, and a young looking woman, with black hair down to the small of her back. That must be Cydra. Kristie thought to herself. The short man handed Cydra the brown bag.

"Thank you Horace." Said Cydra. Horace Bowed. Cydra whispered something to

the three, and sent them out of the room. Cydra stood there, a look of complete contentment on her face. "Darlene won't stand a chance when my potion. Just a few more ingredients, and Saffire City will be mine!" Cydra cackled, then burst out into laughter that sent chills down Kristie's spine.