Evan

I walked around more in the lavender field. Grandma totally disappeared. In my Vampyre Handbook there was a little bit about Nyx's Otherside. I sighed as I remembered. I'm only in the tunnel, the tunnel that leads from your current life to whatever life you choose after your death. Grandma might have already chose her's and left. I also read that we could live our fantasies in the Otherside. I thought really hard and the lavender field disappeared. Many different bubbles started popping up around me. Some where blue, red, or gold. I walked over to one. It was my mom and I in Grandma's pond. It was frozen over and we were skating on it. I started to race Mom as I let go of her hand. That's the day I wanted to play hockey. I was 7 years old. That bubble was gold. It was good, and happy. I felt like I was in the movie "Inside Out". I walked over to a blue bubble. My mom and I were sitting in my room. I was about 14. She was talking to me... about Dad. I don't know why that bubble wasn't red, because I was also really pissed. He left us, for another woman. I absorbed both of the gold and blue bubbles. I felt Spirit go through me as I gasped. I spotted a red and blue bubble. I walked over to it to look inside. I was in the band room with Jon. He just finished playing the piano. That's when he rejected the Change and died in my arms. I was so pissed but deep down I was also really depressed. I can't believe I was finally feeling for Jon again. I touched the bubble and it blew up in a glowing ball. A little shock went through my body. In the whiteness I saw the 8 year old walking back. "Evan? Do you want me now?" I nodded happily. We went to hug and he went inside of me. I felt my emotions again. Jon came right to my mind. I wonder what he's doing right now. "He's coming for you Evan." A sweet voice answered my thoughts. I turned around to see a beautiful woman. "Nyx." 

David

"All the way to focking Italy?!" I asked Jon. "Shut the hell up and pack David." Jon answered.  "We're doing this for Evan." Lui said, as he threw on his little gym bag. Tyler and Craig both walked in with duffle bags. Brock brought a suitcase. Marcel and Brian both used their book bags. Jon had a blue duffle bag he threw over his shoulders. "Brock you ready to drive to the airport? Everyone have their tickets?" Jon asked as he started to pick up Evan. "Is there room for one more?" A familiar voice asked. "Nephthys?"Jon questioned. "Yes High Priest. I would like to help you with your mate." She smiled. Jon's face went bright red as I silently fanboyed to myself. "I think we have room." Brock answered. "Well we don't have lots of time. So let's get going. Oh and you won't need tickets. We're using the school's personal jet." Nephthys smiled. We all sighed relief. Brian had his jaw open. "We have a jet?" "Yes Brian." Brian's smug look grew. "Do we have a choppa?!" He asked in his Arnold accent. Out of all the shit we've been through we all laughed for a good time as we made our way to Brock's black Suburban. 

Jonathan

"Oh my goddess, is it over?" I asked feeling sick. I hated flying. Especially the landing and the view of the open window. Eek! "Yes Jon." Marcel laughed as we got off the jet. "Yes, thank you. I hope that's alright Atalanta. I don't want any of those students getting hurt while I'm gone." Nephthys put down her phone. "Is everything alright High Priestess?" I asked her. "Yes, I just asked Atalanta to transfer some of her warriors to protect the school grounds until we get back." Nephthys explained. I nodded in understand. "Now how do we get to this Island?" Brock asked. "That's another thing I have to talk to you young men about." I gave Brock a worrying glance. "Only Jon can go. He'll have a warrior from the Island escort him, but none of the rest of you can go. We will be staying in a nice mansion together." My anxiety jumped up faster than I could actually run. "Who is the warrior?" "His name is Harb. He'll fly you to the Island, then you're on your own High Priest." As Nephthys explained I almost fainted, but this was for Evan. "You also have to take Evan for any magic to work." Everyone started walking away as a chopper landed in the airfield. A very big man with broad shoulders gestured me to hop in. As I hopped in I had a deep gut feeling that this is the day everything is going to change.

We landed and I hopped out with Evan in my arms. I looked back at Harb and looked back at the foggy castle that was on the Island. I followed the stone path. The sound of the helicopter's propellers faded. I was getting close to the castle. The sound of the ocean waves against the stone bridge calmed my nerves. I walked for what seemed like forever and I finally noticed a gate in the distance. I looked down at Evan and smiled. "We're almost there." I said as a thick Italian accent stopped me. "Ey?! Whata are ya doin' here?" "I'm here to see Atalanta." "Oh, seriously? She hasn't had a visitor in  years! Lemme go get her warrior, or even herself." I stood there waiting, hoping that it wasn't a set up. 

I heard footsteps and a few voices. A tall man with really dark brown hair, a mustache looking like Luigi's ,and eyes the color of the dark ocean, wearing a leather black uniform and had pale skin looked down at me. "Why do you want to see my High Priestess?" "I need her help with my friend. I heard she was really good with the Otherside and Old Magic." The warrior looked over to the shorter Italian warrior I met earlier. "Who told you?" "Her sister Finncaev. I don't know how they're sisters if she's Scottish and Atalanta is Italian." "Their parents were different." He answered. "Now, I need you to do me one favor, and this is the only way you can come onto our Island." "What?" I asked kinda nervously." "You have to prove to me you're a strong warrior." 

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