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Chapter 4: That morning everything changed. The day started out like any other. Breakfast was the same I woke up after everyone like I always do. Sean and Max were in the living room playing Rock Band. I heard Shannon in the computer room which was a door away from me. The door that was in between the computer room and mine was the door to the basement. I wasn’t that hungry. But I went into the kitchen and got myself Pop-tarts and a glass of milk. I went back into the living room and watched Sean and Max play Rock Band. The next they played I joined in on. Max was playing drums, Sean was on drums, and I was sinning. Sinning always help

Chapter 3: It was a few weeks later ever since Sean Cody Jason and I had our talk. We had been training. Sean and I figured out what my elements were which was air and earth. Using magic was so integrating for me. It was an out for me when I got stressed. Sean also taught me how to use weapons. My weapon of choice was a staff. I found it much easier for me than any of the other weapons I tried. And when I found my weapon of choice Sean adjusted my training accordingly. The days seemed to fly by. School was almost over for me. I was about to graduate and I was glad I was getting tired of West Milton, Especially the school, Milton-Union. West

Chapter 2: The day was uneventful besides the mysterious man in the morning the day was dull. The rain kept us mostly inside. Me, Sean, and Max Played video games for most of the day. Shannon did have us help clean the house. It was getting toward the end of the day. Max and Sean were out in the living room playing video games and I was watching them, two of our friends came over. There were in the same grade as Sean who was a grade behind me. Their names were Cody and Jason. I sat their watching all four of them play a video game. It was one of those fighting games. You know like street fighter or something. I think the game was called Dead

Prologue: The night smelt like burning flesh as five people stood around what looked to be a bonfire, the problem was their was two men in the middle of the fire getting ready to be burned to death. “Repent that you both are witches and your souls will be spared.” One of the men in the center spat at the man who was talking. “We are not witches you ass!” Said one of the men. The man that was talking had long black hair tied back in a ponytail. The flames around the two men showed off the man’s long black hair, which was went down to his waist, and the man’s pale white skin. The man was somewhat muscular, an