"My my," the Headmaster sneered. "A Hybrid who copied my son's signature move? Impressive. According to his research—you seem to be an Illusion user. A well developed one, you've even manipulated the Darkness in this very castle. Well done."

Zek stepped back, biting the corner of his lip to draw blood. Feeling the sudden sharp pain, he felt the red liquid drip down his chin and onto the floor. Smirking, he threw his hand up. The small amount of blood turned into a sharp blade. Thrusting his hand foreword, the blood blade rushed foreword, striking the Headmaster's shoulder. It managed to cut through the skin, he could see a cut that was had blood seeping through the cloth.

The Headmaster was quick to attack, teleporting foreword and behind Zek. He froze, feeling a punch in his spine. He toppled foreword, landing in the wall and making a large indentation. He blocked himself with a darkness shield as he desperately reached into his pocket looking for an elixir.

Protect. Protect. Protect.

He needed to protect Brice.

Scratch that—he needed to protect everyone.

He quickly took out the healing elixir from his pocket and chugged it. The pink ooze was warm, comforting, and tasted of candy. The shield went down; Zek launched back. A kick towards the Headmaster's abdomen followed by a punch on his head. He quickly teleported behind Zek, doing the same punch once more. Zek scowled at the sharp, stinging pain.

Recoiling, he thrusted his hand up again. The blood that was seeping out of the Headmaster's cut could be used against him. Slashing down, he drew the blood down his arm, causing a large wound to prevent him from doing any further damage with his dominant arm; his left. The Headmaster didn't even wince.

"You're impressive," he sneered. "But unfortunately, play time is over."

Zek defensively stood in front of Brice. Drawing another protective shield, Zek waited patiently to see what would occur next. Jerome and Mitch stood in front of the shield; fierce warriors growling and vicious. Ty and Adam sat next to Seto, trying to keep him asleep and pinned in case he decided to help his father.

The Headmaster's body evolved into a fiery figure. His colors were black and gold—his whole body consumed in flames. Zek squinted; he could imitate the move if he just had enough time. The Headmaster's new flame body dismantled. Little flames darted towards them; Zek assumed it was his own body parts casted into another form.

Mitch made an attempt to block dozens that were aimed at his way but failed. His diamond axe, surprisingly, was burnt by the magnitude of the heat. Zek widened his eyes and extended the reach of his shield—now turning into a defensive bubble. They were trapped—they were utterly trapped.

Jerome sat down, panting and hissing in pain. Burns scattered all over his face, back, and arms. Mitch ran his way, trying to calm him down. Brice was still trying to gain more energy—he sat in a crossed-leg position with his eyes shut and breathing that was paced and carefully articulated.

The Headmaster's body reformed. He could hear his taunting voice, "Protector? How sweet of you. I thought we were going to battle more, but it appears we aren't."

The Headmaster's left sleeve was gone. The cuts that Zek had left on his arm seemed to have healed completely among the course of the "fight" — Sorcery. There was no way they could beat him if he had healed this quickly.

"What's the plan now?" Ty looked wide eyed.

"We wait for Brice," Zek replied. "Brice, you better fucking hurry up, I can't keep this bubble forever."

He had expected a scold, but it was completely silent. The Headmaster stood patient; waiting. With his power, he could have broken down the bubble with a simple push. But now, he was intrigued—he was no longer interested in Zek but wanted to see what Brice was made of. After all, a purebred Hybrid and a purebred Sorcerer have never clashed hand and hand before.

"Going through such extensive efforts to take my son away from me," the Headmaster pretended to sound mournful. "How wicked if you children."

"None of you listen to him," Zek murmured lowly. "He's trying to make us crack."

"Of course, my son was just using you all," the Headmaster sneered. "The School of Creation was nothing but a mission to him!"

Zek gazed back at Brice. His eyebrows were furrowed; he was still trying his best to concentrate.

"You're lying!" Zek retorted fiercely.

"Why, don't you remember this?" The Headmaster had something in his hands. It was familiar—a purple notebook.

That was it!

***

Mindlessly, the New Kid had dropped his notebook on the floor. I had picked it up, keeping it tightly in my hands. He yelled, "Let me go you scum!"

"You're getting it now!" Brice growled, brutally uppercutting the brunet in the stomach, causing him to get knocked back into the wall. The brunet gasped, clenching his abdomen in pain. He wasn't looking.

I took a quick peak into the notebook. There was a series of codes written within them; they didn't make any sense. Was it another language? I shivered and closed it. Maybe it was just the horror movies getting to me, or the possible guilt I was feeling.

"What's in it?"

"No clue."

***

Things were so simple back then. A schedule, a class, a routine. The School of Creation was a safe heaven—not a war zone. Zek felt a fuzzy feeling remembering the good days in which he could peacefully laugh again without a care in the world. How he longed for it to come back to him.

How he longed for this day to be over.

"Judging by your reaction, you have seen this notebook before," the Headmaster replied, interrupting his thoughts. "Why not take a look at it now?"

The notebook was thrown through the bubble. Zek managed to catch it with one of his hands, the other keeping the shield up. He opened it. The language was written normally now.

"Read it," the Headmaster smiled.

"They're—" Zek stuttered. "They're journal entries."

"I said read it," he snapped in a harsh tone.

Zek flipped to a random page and took a deep breath. He could tell the others were interested in it, too, "Entry 02 - I had already locked myself as a target among the Hybrids, for as I have beaten the supposed 'Prince of Hybrids.' Though the title would worry most Sorcerers, due to my own strengths and a petite list of weaknesses, we greatly differ with power, considering the fact that we both are Princes."

Zek took a short paused then continued, "To start off, the male has blond hair that is bright and gelled at what seems to be around two or three inches in height. His height is around 5'9 - 5'11, which upsets me to say the least due to the fact that most males my age appear to have a great difference in height. His eyes are the color of crystals, or possibly brighter than the blue sky on a clear, sunny day in the Eastern Region. His voice is coarse, rough, and has an Australian accent to fit. It does suit his appearance quite well, and I can see him having an enhanced lifestyle with no worries due to his cockiness. His skin is tanned and, from what I could last remember, was covered in bruises, burnt marks, and scars."

"In battle, it appears that he relies on regular fighting and electricity as an equal. He has a second elemental from what I could have sensed, but chose not to use it. A possibility was that he could have been holding back on me, but then again, from the beating I had given him, as well as his rank and title on this school, I expected no mercy. His physical strength is exceptional, and if we were not to use elementals I would lose to him, drastically. It appears he had known that because he decided to switch to fighting style rather than using his elemental. In the end, though, I won."

Zek cut himself off there. He gripped the notebook in his hand, tightly. The wrinkling of the page was loud. Zek's assumptions about Seto were correct in the past—it's all confirmed. The notebook was teleported out of his hands. Zek took a look back to Brice who had his eyes wide open. He had lost focus.

"Get out of there!" Kyle screamed in their ears. Right—the earpiece.

Zek's bubble was pierced. Brice quickly stood up and threw a punch towards the Headmaster's stomach—something that had surprised the group. The Headmaster's body shifted around it—his stomach now a whole where Brice's fist pierced through. The Headmaster kicked the blond into the wall.

"Brice!" Zek screamed as he went to defend him. The Headmaster teleported in front of the raven haired male. Grabbing his wrist firmly, Zek struggled in his grasp. The Headmaster's hand lit on fire—Zek screamed in agony as he felt himself burning.

"Don't fucking stand there!" Adam yelled at Ty. Wide eyed, Ty managed to shoot an arrow at the Headmaster. Mid-flight, he had caught it. Letting go of Zek's wrist, he began strolling towards the two that stood guard in front of Seto. Both stood in their fighting positions. Zek toppled onto the floor, screaming in agony.

"You annoy me," the Headmaster frowned. Zek's vision got blurred by tears, but he could see Ty being picked up by the throat. Adam was screaming, desperately trying to get his best friend, love possibly, out of his grasp.

Too late.

The Headmaster's grip tightened. Ty screams turned into silence as his head was taken from his body. Adam's tears were multiplying as he saw Ty's once lively body plop onto the floor; headless. Ty's head was gripped into the Headmaster's hands. He threw it against the wall; the head exploding and painting the prestige yellow into a bloodied red. Adam stood frozen.

Adam shook his head, screaming as he went to punch the Headmaster. He caught the fist, then proceeded to twist his arm. There was an eerie snap that caused Adam to go toppling backwards onto the floor, screaming in agony. Mitch's eyes were widened—he was defenseless in his position. Jerome sat shaking behind Mitch.

In the meanwhile, Brice had managed to wiggle himself out the wall. He screamed at the mess he saw before his eyes. Beginning to get riled up, he went to throw a punch at the Headmaster. He dodged—Brice was now doing actions aimlessly. Tears were streaming down his cheeks like waterfalls, vision blurred like a 230p video.

Ty was dead.

Adam, Zek, and Jerome were injured.

Brice and Mitch are the only ones who were in decent condition.

Seto still laid unconscious.

"What's happening!" Tyler was screaming in the earpiece at this point. It had sounded like more of a muffled sob.

This couldn't be happening—this was against their whole plan. It all felt like a dream, but it was more of a twisted reality they had to face.

Zek had managed to get up. His body felt numb at first, but he had adjusted. Seto's body was alone, it was the perfect timing.

He managed to dart foreword and grab Seto, quickly tossing him over his shoulder. The Headmaster quickly shot a glance at the raven haired male. Zek dashed into one of the Royal Teleporters, slamming the glass door in front of him. He selected his destination.

"We came here for one goal, one goal only," Zek felt the tears staining his eyes. "To get Seto onto our side and win the Rebellion."

The last thing he had saw was the Headmaster darting towards his way—but he was too late. They had already teleported away; they had left Mitch, Jerome, Brice, and Adam behind.

Zek let out a muffled sob, speaking into the earpiece, "It's over now—I'm sorry."