This whole place looks familiar like I've been here before. Only this time, sometimes feels different. I used to be afraid of fire. Everyone knows that about me but what they don't know is that I am more terrified of the dark. Being left alone in the darkness is one of my worst fear.

Walking through the fires of hell is a really good excuse to get over my fear of being burned alive, at least now I know why I was afraid of them in the first place.

There's no one here but with each step I take brings me back to when I used to hide in my closet when I was a kid, hiding from monsters that didn't exist. I grew up and sudden the monsters I spent my early years hiding from became real, I've seen them first hand and I know how they think because in a way I'm one to.

I can hear their agonies through the screams. I never want to know what happened here or what's happening. I'm here for a reason and it's weird to think that I used be afraid of fire and this place doesn't scare me. The birth place of death.

My feet connects with the surface. I can feel the hotness beneath me but I don't feel any pain, it's soothing and I know that's not normal because I feel everything else except my pain.

I halt as soon as I sight him. Now, I know why this place looks familiar. This is his home and he calls to me every night in my sleep only I don't remember when I wake. It's sucks to know that I'll soon wake up from my dream and I won't remember him until I sleep again.

Azra.

The mighty dragon of my grandmother appears in my front, looking healthy as ever. The beast spreads his mighty wings, shaking his body before leaning down towards me, even this way he is still very much taller than me.

I raise my hand slowly, reaching out to touch him. I know he won't hurt me, he needs me and I need him too. I don't know how to explain it but the dragon and I have a connection. I am the Raven and Lurytendra is the Dragon. We have no business to be this connected to each other and I can't figure it out because I won't remember if I wake up.

I can't communicate with him because I don't how. So I do the only I know he likes, petting him.

My hand connects with his scales right between his nose. My body shudder as I feel the surge of powers pass through me. My eyes widens, so did Azra's. I can feel it, I can feel everything. It's like I'm inside his–

"Camille Raven Stark," I tense when I hear a familiar voice. "Welcome. I have been expecting you."

I remove my hand from Azra's body and he retreats into the darkness. Just like that. Bracing myself as I turn around, I know what comes next. She doesn't want me here and every night the same thing happens. My eyes meets hers but it don't stay long as I scream…

My eyes flutter open. Oh, my neck. I close my eyes, trying to fill some blanks. I'm missing something but I don't know what. Whatever. I don't have time for soul searching.

I reach out my hand because I feel empty, and I know what left my body. Trying not to wince as the Elsword returns to wherever it comes from. This is starting to happen often, me waking up with the Elsword else where, at least it's not stuck in Damian's gut this time.

Argh! Stop it, Cami. I said no thinking about Damian ever. No mentioning his name too.

After feeling that everything is where they're supposed to be. I open my eyes, leaning away from the shelf I fell asleep on. In front of me are different spell books, trying to find a location spell to locate a dead body but it's hard. I've been holed up in the library since, I don't even know what the time is.

Damian is obviously onto me about my research on ghosts and spirits, and it's only a matter of time before he finds out what I'm doing. I changed the course of my research since I couldn't find anything on the spell Jessica wrote for me and I haven't talked to her. I decided to find Roman's dead body because I think if I can find the body, I can make peace with his death. I mean, maybe the spirit is right and I'm just going crazy or I don't know. All I know is I have find Roman's body and I know what to do next.

But finding the body though? I know the body didn't just move itself, someone took it. I should talk to his sisters again because they know he's dead, so they should know where is body is, right?

I get up to stretch my body but almost fall back down, bracing myself on the shelf to keep myself steady. "Okay. That's not weird at all." I sigh, blinking away whatever it is that just happened.

I was sitting with my back resting against a shelf. I woke up sore but it was enough to make me weak.

Moving away from the shelf, I stand in the middle of the shelves. I place my hands on hip and look upward, my eyes connects with the ceiling and my mind wander off to Roman and the last conversation we had before he died.

"In our world I’m an outcast, an outsider. I didn’t fit in mostly
because most Scorpios witches and wizards have gone extinct. No matter where I
went, no matter where I am, I am an outcast."

My brain booms like someone let a time bomb explodes in my head. "That's it!"

That's fucking it. Roman, you fucking genius.

I rush back to the floor where the spell books are scattered. Roman said he was the only Scorpio left, but he is wrong. I'm a scorpio too even if I'm not a full blooded witch, I am one. And I can find him, well, his body with the connection we have—we share with the coven. And I remember seeing it in a book.

I kneel in front of the books and bend, going through it in a frantic way. Tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ear as I open page to page, my fingers trailing the words until I find what I'm looking for. I tap my finger on the spell. "Ah ha! There you are."

I find the spell. Sitting down properly and bringing the book closed to me to read the words in it. It's says here that we have to belong in the same Coven, which we've already established and we need blood and map. Just like the normal location spell except this one is kind of exhausting.

"I need a chalk."

I get up from the floor and look around the shelf for an enchanted chalk which isn't hard, the place is crawling with chalks. Weird to have chalks in the library. I pick the first one on the floor. Proceeding to draw an elven star on the floor, after shaping the wood with chalk, I step into it and sit on the floor, directly in the middle of the elven star. 

I spread the map on the floor in front of me and cut my palm, squeeze my hands to get some blood on the map before my hand heal. Four drops and it heals. I place both my hands on the map and cast the spell. "Klunz dy alyi gufutin locoso Roman Benedict!"

Glancing at the map, I notice that my blood is moving, I frown and stare at it. The blood split in four, moving in different direction at once. "Well, that's weird." For one, the blood was supposed to find Roman's dead body but this shows that it's cloaked.

Someone obviously took him  I know that but why did the blood split if he's cloaked. I only know he was cloaked because I can't pin point his exact location, and it splitting just made everything hard. Zeroing the location where the blood stops. Concord Hills, Sacramento, Beacon Hill and Lauren Hill. All hills, cool.

Guess I'm going on a road trip. I pick the map and fold it. I've been looking for some excuse to get away from this place and what's more important than going to retrieve a friend's dead body.

Yeah, I know I said I wanted to try and be better this semester but I need to do this before I lose what's left of my sanity. And it's the perfect excuse to not see the people I don't want to see.

I put the map in my back pocket before covering my hand on the pocket as I whisper. "Reped." Making the map invisible because I don't want anyone on my case. I need some time alone, away from this place and all it's drama, besides it's not as if they want me here anyway.

After I finish tidying up I leave the library.

Just when I'm about to step out of the library, my eyes rolls in my head and I feel a heavy burden drop on me all of a sudden. I try to hold myself up but it's no use, I'm already falling until my back hit the ground. It's feels like my body is paralyzed, I can't move. What's going on?

"Dem dem dem varsek fula ikdin o pul sha fun lagun forh." My eyes widen as they meet all familiar faces of my friends: Nate, Alicia, Ari, Brie and Jessica who isn't a witch is standing with the rest as the stalk towards me with their hands connected.

I know that spell, it's a fucking death spell.

"Dem dem dem varsek fula ikdin o pul sha fun lagun forh." The more they keep saying the spell the more I feel weak. The blood draining of my body.

"S...sto...stop... Please..." I manage to say. No! This can't be happening, I can't die like this. I can't go like this, No, someone please help me.

"Why are you looking for me?" He asks.

I look in front of me to see Roman, standing, looking alive. I look around the place, I see nothing. It's like we are in a void. "Where is this place?" I ask. "Where am I?" I look around again to try and see something but it's like we're nowhere. Everything is nothing.  Just ghost Roman and me.

"You want to find me, you just have to look harder, not too deep but hard. Bye for now." He says before pushing me away.

I take in a sharp breath and my eyes shoot open. Noticing the familiar ceiling of the headmaster's office. I sit up in a quick moment and place my hand over my chest, rubbing circles as I regulate my breath.

How did I get here? What happened?

The last I remember is fighting a battle and losing. My friends tried to kill me.

I look around the room and I sight the headmaster, sitting behind his desk, typing away on his computer. "How did you know I was in trouble?" I ask him before standing up, well, almost because I land back on my ass. Wow, they really did a number on me.

"We don't spy on people here, Cami. Didn't you learn anything last semester?" He says in stern tone without looking at me. I peek at his window to see that my raven isn't there, guess he found it.

"You didn't answer my question and it's rude to answer a question with another question. How did you find me?" I ask, reclining against the soft surface of the couch. That spell is very powerful for the aftermath to still have effects on me like this.

This time he closes his laptop before looking my way, and his face isn't friendly. He clamps his hands together and glares at me. "You are misusing your powers, Cami. You shouldn't spy on us when we have nothing to keep." Now he tells me that, after keeping life changing secrets from me my whole life.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I deny the accusation flatly. And since he has no prove to back his accusation up, I think I'm on the loose.

"Ravens remember the people that are nice to them." He tells me. Wait, they do? I did not know that. "And I noticed one on my window yesterday evening, doing nothing other than stare at me. I thought it looked normal until I noticed the same one outside Miranda's office. Your dorm room. So I got curious and asked Damian, he knows you and he recognized that they were yours. Now, the question is what are you trying to find, Cami?"

Busted. Totally busted. That stupid Damian. I should have known.

"Why was my friends trying to kill me? This is the second time. It's obvious that there's someone out there to get me. Who? And you still haven't told me how you found me." I ignore his questions and proceed with mine.

"Your ravens attacked them and Damian was able to calm you down before they do any permanent damage and as for your friends, they are all resting. After they snapped out of whatever it is they were under, they couldn't remember anything."

"And you believe them?" I scoff. I won't be surprised if they did it out of their own free will. The world has turned upside and I just realized that I'm in it's center.

"We tested them and they were telling the truth." He answers.

"So what happened then?"

The headmaster takes a breath before speaking. "Someone spelled them."

My heart skip as I digest the information. "Are you trying to tell me that someone tried to murder me using my friends?"

"I have reasons to believe that it's the same person that stabbed you. While testing your friends, I wanted to know why their mind was easily corrupted and I found out that they all harbour some kind of feelings for you: hate, anger, worry, guilt. We think whoever did this to them plagued on their insecurities, they were looking for a vessel and your friends were vulnerable."

Oh fucking come on!

So it's my fault that my friend tried to kill me?

What the fucking hell?