Truth be told, if the witch had made the decision to go back to Crystal kingdom, the situation would have been different. Maybe choosing a new path for herself was the illest decision she had ever made in her life.

Who knows? The end lies in the hand of the author, maybe it wasn't, maybe it was.

"Zack!" Arielline could think of nobody else after being separated from her brother.

A pungent smell of nothing she had ever smelled before, pierced through her nose, and she could feel it form an unhealthy layer at the bottom of her lungs.

There was no fresher air to breathe in hell, was there?

She only had to stoically overcome it.

The glow around the door had died down, she couldn't say the same for the fog, maybe darkness had just covered it. Her hands in front of her face had become invisible. If not for the touch of her eyes, she could have sworn they were shut.

"Zack!" The walls echoed her voice in a higher pitch but no response came with it.

"Zack!" Still there was no different result. "Nick!" His name went and boomerang with no response. "Mirabelle!"

Whatever had happened to everyone had made them silent, and not only them but her entire surrounding. All she could hear was her heart throbbing hard against its confines and a rush of blood in her ears.

She navigated blindly with the slap of empty darkness wherever she strode towards.

She regretted the idea of putting on hills, because they did not add balance to her already foggy head, before withdrawing them. The teetering could have gotten her into worse.

There was no essence in toddling in darkness completely unaware of where she was heading but at least it made her feel like she was doing something about her lost friends and brother.

Her dictation in the dark was as futile as forcing a chicken to bear milk and she was figuring that by each step she took.

"Zack!" She knew how grail it was, but she would have rather done it than wait for a miracle to happen. She didn't expect more in the same magnitude.

Her voice echoed back in a higher pitch.

At the corner of her eye, she caught the only thing she could say resembled light.

It flickered and glowed weakly through the myriad of fog clogging its view.

She swerved and trudged for its direction.

Everytime she took a step, it flickered and disappeared, but got back in line before she had taken another. It didn't change position or any other definition of queer, insinuating that the coast was clear.

Only when she got to it did she notice that it was a torch, and not just a torch; Zack's torch.

"Zack! Zack! Zack!" She shrilled to the highest tempo of her vocals but in return the echoes tortured her ears with her own sound.

"Zack, where are you?"

Wild imaginations solely mimicked from horror movies crossed her mind killing every modicum of hope she had of seeing her brother ever again.

She illuminated around her circumference for him or anything to do with him or her friends but there was nothing to show for them. A dusty floor, fog, and more overwhelming darkness conquered her surroundings.

The torch on her hand flickered more vigorously and died. Who goes to haunt a ghost with a touch in the twenty-first century? Doesn't he watch horror movies?

She slapped it by the battery part but it only flickered to life and died mercilessly in a second.

It was an electrically charged torch so there was no way she would have plucked out its batteries and given them each a bite before restoring them.

The thought reminded her of her phone. She tapped her pockets but it was missing, she must have left it when she stormed off to fetch her brother.

At the side of her eye, she noticed a muffled light followed by a rather bright light in comparison.

"Mirabelle! Nick!" She knew Zack had left his phone back at home.

She went unanswered, but navigating was easier towards the direction.

The light stood still as if it was illuminating her.

"Mirabelle, Nick," from shouting, she lowered her tone as she strode closer.

The silence in the empty air made it more sinister and unopposable, something of it made her feel like she was luring herself in an ensnaring trap.

The closer she got, the slower she toddled, in dictation.

Her ears caught cold, successive whimpers and a muffled sob.

Peeking on the other side of the phone, its screen reflected Mirabelle's terrified face. "Mirabelle?"

Arielline hadn't gotten a good hold of what Mirabelle was cringing about on her phone when Nick appeared, running. At first it appeared as if he was running away from something until he pulled out a dagger tucked in his pants.

He angled it towards Arielline's neck. "Nick, this is not funny."

He whooped it with force, but under the influence of an entity rescinding inside her, she dodged it.

"Nick, what is wrong with you?!" Arielline quizzed a sudden whim of temper rising with her tone.

His eyes burned with fury, as he regained composure and struck with much force. He was no match for her -especially with the entity in control- she dodged a dagger aimed for her right shoulder.

"Nick, I don't want to hurt you," Arielline said toddling backwards, to avoid any more conflict between them.

"But I do," in an animalistic tone, he blurted.

He once again sliced the dagger close to her chest, such that if it wasn't for the entity, she would be bleeding her heart out.

She ricochet and punched him by his chest involuntarily.

His phone and him parted ways, but his pursuit only accelerated when he slid across the dusty floor.

"Wendy," Zack's voice took her by surprise.

Wendy?

One of the mistakes she ever regretted in her life was being there the day when Wendy fell off her wheelchair and down the stairs she went, giving up the ghost instantly.

If she wasn't the one holding the push handles, it would have been another story.

Just by the mention of her name, her resolve crumbled. Tears found themselves tumbling down her cheeks. It drew more anguish when Zack called her once again.

She didn't know how deeply buried it was in her soul that when the recess was cracked it all flooded in, shooting lasers of pain.

Her legs weakened like jelly, more warm tears somersaulting out.

Her cheeks turned pink with both embarrassment and shame.

She didn't mean it. She loved her as much as everyone else did. If only she couldn't have let go. If only she wasn't as easily irritated at her hormonal age. If only she was the one on the other side of the wheelchair.

She was willing to take the dagger in her place.

"You killed her," Zack appeared with a chain twirled around his knuckles in only but the most demonic voice Arielline had ever heard.

"I didn't mean to," she raised her head her voice shaky like that of a nervous fox.

Her words fell on deaf ears, Zack pulled back his hand and brought it to her face in a tsunami-compared impact. It merely bruised it before she was thrusted backwards by the entity.

The chain must have been one of her weaknesses. It restored some injuries that were initially on her face before a bluish effect bailed them.

Nick on the other side appeared with his dagger. "Dax," he called, between gritted teeth before spitting some blood out of his mouth.

Just then did Arielline noticed that he wasn't seeing her, he was seeing an illusion merged to her. That could only have been caused by the door.

Nick's phone had fallen where the door was located. It illuminated its bottom edge.

Arielline dodged Nick's fist, and summoned her energy reorienting it towards her legs for the door that had led to all that.

She had only made it too far when her feet were swept by a heel she was swift to recognize. Mirabelle.

She stumbled and teetered falling on her chest a distance from the door. The pain vanquished fast being catalyzed by the entity.

She placed her hand on the floor and hoisted her body but she was already on Nick's radar. He jabbed his dagger into her sheen which broke through every tissue to her calf nearly embedding her to the floor.