"NO! It will never happen!" Mystica yelled, slamming the
door in her mentor's face. The argument had been going on
for weeks. How can anyone be so dense? Certainly old man
Greyson could see that no matter how hard she tried, Mystica
could never harm another, even for the sake of Magical
Contest. Looking out the south window, Mystica let her gaze
wander around Lyman's town square. Her room in the mansion
had a splendid view, which she used to calm her nerves.
Watching the town's people go about their every day lives
had that effect on her.
They were so innocent. They never suspected what evil lurked in the town's main residence. Turning away, she moved to the French doors. Flinging them open, she stepped onto the terrace and gazed north out over the plains. Greyson Mansion was strategically placed on Manor Hill; one of the tallest places this side of the forest. The city of Lyman was built around the hill, with the understanding that, should they be attacked, the town's people would move to the top and launch whatever resistance they could manage.
Moving to the railing, Mystica gazed at Morag Mountain, the tallest peak in the Mallion County. The setting sun's sparkle gave the place an eerie yet beautiful glow, which augmented the breath-taking view. The ground began to shake, breaking Mystica's reverie. Looking about fearfully, she turned her gaze to the highest point on Morag. Gasping, she ran towards her room, slammed the doors and locked them. Throwing the curtains to block the light, she grabbed her crystal ball and began to chant. The ground stopped moving, and peace seemed to return. Gasping for air, Mystica fell to her knees and looked heavenward. She had to find help�
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