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Edward and The Sun

Loud beauty is your nature.

You don’t try to impress.

Yet you made this man a chaser.

By being yourself and nothing less.

I am not afraid to say out loud,

How beautiful you really are to me.

You shine like the brightest sun above a cloud.

You illuminate my darkness and set me free.

You and me are the dream team.

Being with you makes me feel unstoppable.

You shine this beautiful beam.

Thank you for your loveliness.

It feels me with such liveliness.

Written by. T. Edward Redd      

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Reflection by T. Edward Redd

I know a man who’s losing,

The light in his eyes.

His heart is bruising.

Pain eats away at his soul like flies.

Those dying eyes.

How they remind me of mine.

So long ago I tried, freeing my soul from dark cries.

But was saved by the great divine.

I was rejected by death.

I discarded my own life.

Yet was given one last breath.

Now I live with great strive.

How can I save his soul?

It’s like I’ve been sent back in time.

Placed here to console.

Stop him from listening, to familiar dark chimes.

I’m lost for action.

Though I avoided my self-inflicted demise.

It was only by a fraction.

Not my doing. But a gift from the skies.

Please don’t let go.

Though times are dark.

You must search for your inner glow.

Look in your heart and let light spark.

Nothing Beyond a Man by T. Edward Redd

When I first saw her,

It was love at first sight.

She wanted not my royalty.

She wanted not a dime.

Just a dance with a man she saw across the room.

We moved with such bliss.

I was no Prince Charming. There were no expectations to meet.

Just a man and a woman. She took me from my world.

For the first time in my burdensome life of royalty,

I found a woman who wanted nothing but I.

With her I was naked and free. Free to be just me.

Like the shooting star she was,

She came and went.

Leaving nothing but beautiful stardust, to confirm her existence.

My love was blind. I followed her glow and found the star and my life…dimmed.

I married a woman I barely knew.

A fantasy my desperate mind placed on a stranger. An escape.

Irony would have it that I too was her escape.

She was a poor girl looking to escape her troublesome world.

She found a prince and made him her ticket to freedom.

She was just like the others.

Full of unrealistic needs and expectations.

Can a man not just be a man? Or is man doomed to always play hero and savior?

I never tried to repaint her beautiful canvas.

So why does she try to paint over an already finished work of art?

Cinderella, you made me feel so normal that night.

But why is it now you expect me to be anything more than a man?

Dream’s Bridge

“Who is that,” I muttered.

Jean nudged me again. “She’s watching you, Ryan. Go talk to her.”

Creep. That’s the first thing I thought. I quickly turned away. What was I to say?

Hey I’m pretty sure you’re the girl of my dreams. Literally. I’ve seen a girl like you in my dream.

No way! It would freak her out. What girl wants to hear that from a random stranger? Jean kept nudging me.

“Dude. Duuude. Go talk to her,” he persisted.

I acted as if I hadn’t heard him. I said, “Huh? Oh. Sure I will. I just need to get my schedule first. We’re next.”

“Oh!” Jean said. The lady was patiently waiting for us with a smile. He started talking to her and asked for our class schedules. I couldn’t help but hold gazes with the mysterious girl in purple. She didn’t feel like a stranger at all even though we had never physically spoken. I felt as if I had known her for a really long time. For a second she looked away then back at me. She smiled again and I couldn’t resist smiling back.

What was going on? That had never happened to me before. There were people everywhere. But for that moment it felt really quiet as if it was just us. I felt this unspoken connection between us. Far away but so close. Like the rain connects the earth to the sky. There was something between us that I couldn’t explain without sounding insane.

“Hey, Alice!”

Suddenly I could hear everything around me and saw everyone. Her friends were calling for her.

“Alice let’s go.”

Alice? Wasn’t that a little cliché? Guy sees girl from his dreams in real life. That sounds like the plot to some fairy tale. Now her name was Alice? So what was it, Alice in Dreamland or something? I pinched myself hoping I felt pain. And I did. Alice was real and she was walking away with her friends. She turned at me and waved me goodbye. Wait!

Suddenly I had all of the bravery in the universe. I had to go talk to her. But out of nowhere this lady walked past with over a dozen of students following her.

“And this is the main campus building. Here you will find the bookstore, technology center,” she kept going on. A tour? On the day before classes started? It made no sense! And they blocked my vision. It really was like a dream.

I went through the crowd of students and of course Alice was long gone. I felt like a complete idiot! Why hadn’t I talked to her? She clearly liked me with all of the waving and smiling. She was up for a conversation at the least. Yelich was huge. How was I supposed to find her without a last name?

Jean came to me. He said, “Got both of our schedules. She said you were easy to find. Big man on campus!” He nudged me again, which was getting annoying at that point.

I took my class schedule and thanked him. I said, “Jean your answer is probably no. But did you know any of those girls?”

He shook his head. “Yes. The tall girl with long black hair was my sister. Her name is Cho Zhang. Do you like her?”

“Do you know, Alice? That’s the girl who was waving at me.”

He said, “No. My sister and I aren’t from here. Cho is just really outgoing. She makes friends fast and easy. I bet she knows Alice by now. Hey let’s go meet my friends.”

I shook my head and followed him. His sister Cho knew Alice. So if I met Cho I could meet Alice. Plus I was going to make some more friends. Along with offices for academic advisors, deans, a few classes, the main campus building had several food courts. That’s where Jean led me. It was late noon and I had missed lunch on the plane. So I was starved.

After we got our food, Jean led me to a round table of four. I was glad I met Jean. There were hundreds of people everywhere. Had we not met I wouldn’t know where to sit. I would have hated to have to sit alone or awkwardly ask to join a table like a high school freshman. Jean’s friends looked pretty friendly and my luck would have it that his sister was there.

We sat down as Jean introduced me. He said, “Hey guys. This is Ryan Hansel Reeds. He’s a freshman and soon to be famous author. He has his own book out.”

They started wowing and clapping. Something I wasn’t particularly used to. I started imagining that happening in all of my classes. I had to snap out of my fantasy to meet everyone though. I had to meet Cho so I could ask about Alice.

A tall and skinny blonde wearing a pink tee shirt and blue jeans spoke first. She was really proper and spoke clearly. She could have easily been on a college debate team. She had shoulder length hair, glasses and a pen stuck behind her ear. Her name was Sara Inhow.

She said, “That’s impressive. Nice to meet you, Ryan. Tylor here writes too. He’s a screenplay writer. He’s pretty good actually. He has videos all over Mylink and FriendPad.” (Mylink was a website filled with videos that people from across the globe would upload. FriendPad was a social network that virtually everyone who was anyone had.)

Tylor was another guy who made me aware of how short I was. He had short brown hair, grey eyes and a skinny build. He was wearing a plain white tee and blue jeans. With him being a film person I quickly got repulsed. Lancington was the first place I thought of. Another rich and over privileged prick. Great.

He held out his hand. He said, “Hi, I’m Tylor Robinson. Sara’s right. I created the Mylink channel Creative&Independent. It’s known for the short film The Borrower’s Thief and shamefully, The Dancing Orangutan.

My eyes almost popped from my head. “The Dancing Orangutan? But that’s the funniest thing ever made.”

Tylor face palmed himself and looked embarrassed. He said, “Please don’t remind me. That video is awful and was a joke. I didn’t know it would get so much attention.”

Sara said, “Tylor made his channel for young and creative people like himself. The Borrower’s Thief recently hit two thousand views. Still rising.”

I tried my best not to scoff or roll my eyes. I said, “So what part of Lancington are you from?” I couldn’t cover up all of my annoyed tone.

He laughed. “Lancington? I wish! I want to go there one day but I have to save up. If I hadn’t gotten a scholarship I wouldn’t even be at Yelich. I’m hoping by being here I’ll open up some doors for myself and the people back at home. I grew up in the not so nice part of town here in Canson.”

So then I felt like a complete ass. He wasn’t rich or overly confident. I was the over-privileged and apparently, judgmental prick. He was very polite, kind and obviously hardworking. One of the few people who were genuinely earning their success. Not inheriting it or getting it given to them shallowly.

The next person who spoke was Tomas Cherry. He looked to be mixed with black and possibly white or Hispanic. He wasn’t particularly too proper but not very improper. The more I thought about it the more rude I felt. I didn’t want to come off as racist or anything so I just didn’t ask. He had hash brown toned skin, an athletic build and short black hair. He was close to my height.

He said, “Tylor and I grew up in the same neighborhood but we never really talked much. He’s pretty cool though. Our neighbors let him use their homes for his films.”

Jean said, “Tomas here has also published his own book. It’s called, Fantasies of Wichita. It’s an epic, well, ha…”

Tomas said, “Erotica. Yes I wrote an erotica that tons of people have grown to love. People write about sex. It’s not a big deal.”

Fantasies of Wichita was in bookstores everywhere in Lancington. Girls at school read it over and over. It’s about a boy who becomes freakishly obsessed about a girl he named, Wichita. She finds a journal where he writes all of the things he wants to do to her, which leads to her becoming infatuated and then in love. I will admit, the book is pretty good. It’s not over the top or disgusting. There’s even romance.

“You wrote that?” I placed maybe a little too much emphasis on the you. It had nothing to do with him though. Tomas just looked incredibly young. “You don’t look a year over 19,” I said.

He smirked and said, “Eighteen last next April. Yes I know. Everyone always asks, ‘Where did you get the inspiration?’.”

“And?”

He laughed. “Most of it is true.” He looked away in embarrassment. “The whole journal, girl finds journal, and girl gets infatuated with the writer thing? It all happened. I’m still with her. She’s the reason I’m in Canson City. We both go here now. She’s a sophomore.”

While he went on about his love story I glanced at Jean’s sister, Cho. She was really pretty now that I had gotten a closer look. Her hair was cut like her brothers but it reached to her back. Her skin was an attractive tan color and her eyes were brown like Jean’s. Unlike her brother’s preppy look, she was dressed more American. She had on a yellow blouse and white pants.

Her English was even more proper than Jean’s. After Tomas stopped talking she sort of jumped into the conversations.

She said, “When I found out I was so jealous of her!” She kept fidgeting with her fingers and glancing at Tomas. Anyone who couldn’t tell she liked him was blind and dumb. She even started blushing. “Such a lucky girl,” she muttered.

Jean leaned over to me and started whispering in my ear. Cho had apparently fell for Tomas Cherry after reading his book in Beijing. She started following his blog and even added him on FriendPad. She begged their parents to let them attend American college after finding out Tomas was going to Yelich. With her 4.5 gpa (how she got over a 4.0 I don’t know) she was a shoe-in. However, she didn’t know that Fantasies of Wichita was based on a true story. So when she found out Wichita was real AND as hot as the book says, she was pretty bummed out.

“Wow,” I whispered. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Cool? She’s obsessed with him!” Jean whispered.

That’s when Cho shouted at him in what I assumed was Chinese. Jean spoke back in the same dialect. None of us knew what was being said but it was probably about Tomas. She kept looking at him and blushing like some high school girl with a crush. Jean just sat their laughing and waving at her. Everyone but Tomas looked entertained.

Tomas actually looked pretty nervous and crept out. But I guess I would have been too if I had a stalker when I already had a beautiful girlfriend. He awkwardly tried to leave but Cho grabbed him and stood up. She shouted at him in Chinese then quickly said, “Sorry, Tomas! I mean sit. Please don’t go.”

It was easy to tell Tomas was the perfect gentleman. He wasn’t rude to her. He started rubbing his arm nervously as he said, “I have to grab my schedule and unpack my things. Then I have to buy books. Um. My girlfriend, Snow, she…”

Cho stood up and walked to him. She had the guy by four inches at the least. Tomas wasn’t the tallest guy and Cho wasn’t the shortest girl. So she easily could intimidate a guy. She grabbed his hands with both of hers and practically begged.

She said, “Let me help. I’m really good at unpacking and organizing. I also memorized every location on campus during my summer visits. I can navigate you around. Here, I can show you to the bookstore.”

Tomas gave in as he dropped his head. “Fine.” Cho just giggled as she dragged him away.

“Cho! Wait,” I called. “I need to ask you something!” But she was too focused on Tomas and was getting further and further away. I didn’t get to ask about Alice.

Jean was still laughing. He said, “She’s really persistent. Snow had better keep an eye on him.”

Sara held her hand to her chest and watched Tomas. She sighed. “I too understand her feelings of desire for Cherry. God, the things that boy can make a woman feel with those ink words of sensuality and passion. I would eat him alive. Snow is the luckiest woman in the entire world of ever.” She held her head down and sighed.

“Man. I hope I write something that good one day,” I said. Seriously. Who was Tomas? I read the book ONCE. And it really wasn’t THAT good.

Writing was taken from Dream’s Bridge, Written by. T. Edward Redd

Bits From a Short Story

I slept for about an hour until I was disturbed. I heard someone shuffling through clothing or something as they muttered in some foreign language. My first thought was my luggage was being ransacked. I sat up fast and said, “Hey!” I guess I was trying to scare him and I did. It was this tan guy around 5’7ish with black hair cut in a bowl cut fashion. He was dressed up in a white polo, brown khakis, brown shoes and glasses. As preppy as it gets.

As soon as I sat up and shouted the poor guy jumped backwards and fell on his rear. He wasn’t anywhere near my bags. He was going through bags I didn’t see before. His bags. It was my roommate.

I said, “I thought you were going through my things. Sorry about that.”

He laughed and said, “No worries. I probably woke you with all of my noise. Sorry. I can not seem to find my book.” He started going through his bags. His English was perfect. Too perfect. It was easy to tell he wasn’t American.

“Hey,” I said. “What language was that?”

“Chinese. Ah. Found it.” He took it out with both hands. It was a book with all of these blue birds on it above an ocean.

I said, “That doesn’t look like a textbook. What book is that?”

“Blue Owl by Timothy Derr. It’s about a boy who has this obsession with birds. He loved how they could literally touch the skies, not being bound to the earth. It was about chasing your dreams.”

That’s when he instantly became my friend. I got along pretty well with readers for obvious reasons. I sat up, repeatedly glancing at my bags with the books in it. My books. He had no clue I was an author and it gave me a thrill. He held up five fingers telling me how many times he had read Blue Owl. Then he went on to tell me how it was about a man who lost his homeland beneath an ocean after a hurricane crushed it. That man later went into creating a 5 star restaurant and making millions.

He gave me the book and introduced himself. He said, “Jean Zhang. Freshman and soon to be biochemistry major.”

I shook his hand. “Ryan Hansel Reeds. Freshman. I want to major in education and English.”

“Why both,” he asked.

That’s when I grinned and dug into my bag. I pulled out my book and handed him a copy. I said, “I have an obsession with writing. Getting an English degree will make me better at it. I also want to teach elementary school.”

“Love’s Lullaby,” he said. “I like aliens, man. So you want to become an author and a teacher?”

He didn’t look at the author name. I always hated when people didn’t catch on. It’s not that I was narcissistic. But it was a pretty HUGE accomplishment. How many people can say they published a book at 18? Not many. I pointed to the author name for him then myself.

“No sir. I am an author. I just became one last year,” I said.

Then his eyes almost fell from his head. He stared at the book then me, then the book then me again. It was hilarious. His mouth kept dropping slowly until he muttered, “You,” maybe a dozen times.

I shook my head. “Yes. I am R.H Reeds.”

He said, “No way. That’s awesome, man! Congratulations. What’s it like to be an author and have people read this? You have to let me have it. I’ll read it tonight and everything. Here sign it!” He got a pen from his pocket and handed me the book. After I signed it he said, “Dude. Can you come to the main campus with me? I have to get my class schedule and you can meet my friends.”

“I need to get my schedule too and I love meeting people.” I let out this heavy breath. I thanked my mom in my mind over a thousand times. My journey finally took a light turn to a clear. Jean gave me a thumbs up and nodded. Then we left the dorms, went down the elevator and towards the main campus.

We had to walk out of the building and walk across campus. Jean didn’t seem to mind the long walk. Neither did I. It gave me the chance to admire the campus. I couldn’t get over all of the green grass. I was so used to seeing pavement walkways. I hadn’t been happier. I hadn’t seen a single skyscraper or overly huge shopping malls since I made it to Canson City. They had shopping centers, movies and other city attraction. But it was very, VERY watered down.

So I was having a good time. I made a friend and we were on our way to meet more friends. Nothing couldn’t have made that day better. Or could it? We walked into this building that was about the size of an office building. The inside had the same theme as the dorm did but with way more space. It wasn’t a surprise that a line was already formed. But luckily we were only behind five people. All of the students got me excited.

I couldn’t stop looking for Stacy though. There were a lot of girls and pretty much all of them looked amazing. A group of brunettes walk past me and that’s when my life changed. One of the girls glanced at me as she walked past me. When she smiled I felt my face get hot and smiled like a dork. That’s when she turned to her friends and started giggling. They kept walking but after a few steps the same girl looked back and waved at me. When I waved back she turned to her friends and started giggling again.

Jean nudged me. “Show them your book, man. Girls love that poetic stuff.”

There were five of them. But I could only keep my eyes on one. She stuck out like a rose in a large field of dandelions. No she wasn’t a rose. She was like some rare orchid. An orchid because of the purple dress she had on. It came to her knees and flowed naturally with the air as her body moved. Most of the other girls had on leggings or jeans but this girl chose to where a dress. A purple one at that.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it. It’s like she was sexy but she wasn’t. It seemed wrong to call a girl like that sexy. All I could think of was beautiful. But even that word didn’t quite describe her. Her beauty was indescribable. It wasn’t just her beauty. This girl looked dangerously familiar. She looked like someone I had only seen in my dreams. It didn’t make sense. I had to have been losing my mind right?

They stood by an office door a few feet away. She kept watching at me. Just like the girl from my dream she had long and curly dark brown hair. From a distance her hair looked black. But the lighting showed its true color. I had to see her up close to see if it really was her. The dress though. There was no mistake about it. She was wearing the same dress Dream’s Bridge wore.

Post 26 out 30!! 

I woke up to a cold chill. It was a gust of wind blowing. When I opened my eyes I saw the night sky as leaves all around me. It felt like some strange dream. When the wind hit me again I quickly sat up. I was lying on the ground in some strange pentagram. Candles were arranged on each star point of the pentagram. I was still drowsy.

“What’s happening,” I said. “Isabella? Isabella!”

“Calm down, my love. You’re safe I promise.”

I looked forward. It was so blurry. I thought there was five of her. My eyes finally focused and I saw her sitting on the ground. She had her black book beside her. She was sewing something in her hands. It looked like some strange doll.

“I’m glad you’re finally awake, my love. Forgive my attitude for earlier. Those girls just make me jealous is all. They’re so damn persistent. It sickens me.”

I tried to stand but I felt incredibly weak. I dropped as quickly as I stood. I looked around to see all sorts of trees and bushes. Behind me was a cliff leading to a large lake. Somehow we had ended up on a cliff side surrounded by a large forest.

“Some girls just don’t get boundaries. Why can’t they just let us be in peace? Why do these filthy monsters keep chasing you, my love?”

She sounded different. Her tone was still polite but something was off. Somehow she seemed different. And dark.

She said, “You made me do this Thomas. I didn’t want to but you made me do it. You’ve been a very naughty boy. Now I must put a leash on you. I’m so sorry.”

She kept sewing something in her hand. I could see it now. It was a doll. The more I watched the more crept out I got. I looked at the pentagram around me. Suddenly my heart dropped as this cold and dark fear swallowed me whole. Witchcraft. Isabella was performing some sort of ritual on me.

I said, “Isabella. What are you doing?”

She finally looked at me. She had this deranged smile. Her eyes were wide and scary. She giggled saying, “I’m making you behave of course. I can’t have you going around kissing girls can I? I can’t have you go holding other girls can I? No. You belong to me. You’re mine. Only mine!”

She shouted and quickly stopped. Then she was giggling hauntingly. Her pace with her sewing sped up. She looked at me saying, “Oh. You thought I didn’t see? You thought I hadn’t seen you share tongues with Miss Black? No. Isabella sees everything. Everything. Yes you’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

I slowly began to back away. I said, “Isabella. Please. Don’t do anything you’ll regret. Let’s just talk.”

She stood up. She shouted, “Talk? You want to talk? No talking. No not now. Now you obey. Obey me, my love. I will make you behave. Miss Black will not have you. She will NOT HAVE YOU!”

I covered my ears as her scream echoed throughout the forest. As soon as the winds stopped blowing I could hear her laughing. Slowly I began backing out of the circle as she laughed uncontrollably. When I turned to run my body jerked backwards into the circle again.

“Don’t run from me! Stay right there!”

I looked at her. She was holding the doll to her chest. She was hugging it close as she pet its head. I could feel the hairs on top of my head move as it felt like someone was petting me. I brushed it off and looked around but no one was in the circle with me.

She said, “Now you will never misbehave. You’re mine. Only mine. And if you disobey me I will punish you.”

I felt a sharp pain on my cheek. I quickly grabbed my face as I flinched away. Blood was on my finger. It felt like someone slashed me across the face with something sharp. Isabella was laughing. I looked to see her holding a needle to the doll’s face.

She said, “Naughty boys get punishments. That was for kissing Miss Black. This is for letting Miss Green sit on your lap!” She slashed the doll. Instantly another cut opened on my face. She said, “This is for holding Miss Black close to your body!” Another slash. More cuts began opening on my face.

“Isabella stop! Stop it!” I pleaded.

She cocked her head to the left. “Stop? You want me to stop? I’m only doing this because I love you. How else will you learn your lesson? I can’t reward bad behavior!”

She started cutting the doll over and over. More and more cuts started to split open all over my body. I had no choice but to try and run away. As soon as I did my body rose from the ground and slammed back into the pentagram. I ached all over but still tried to get up.

Isabella said, “I loved you. I never wanted to resort to this but I had no choice! You made me do this. This is the only way to keep you away from Miss Black! And Miss Green! And all of those other sluts you love so much!”

It was like slow motion. I felt my arm slowly rise. I could hear the bone slowly crack. In an instant my shoulder snapped. I couldn’t hold in the pain. I dropped to my knees and screamed in pain as I held my shoulder. My left arm was completely useless. All I could move were its fingers.

Isabella cried, “It’s for your own good! This will teach you not to sleep around. I will kill you before I let you cheat on me. You hear me. I will KILL YOU.”

I quickly looked up as I saw her raise the needle into the sky. She was going to stab me. I quickly got on my feet and raced at her.

“No. NO DON”T,” I pleaded.

She screamed, “No one will have your heart but ME!”

She slammed the needled down. Suddenly here body flung backwards. I hit the ground as the doll hit the ground. I heard Isabella screaming as her body rolled along the ground. Quickly she got on her feet and glared my way.

She grinned and said, “So the fiend has come to play.”

“Fiend?”

I felt her eyes on me. Quickly I looked back. Samantha was standing close to me. Her long and red hair gleamed crimson as the wind blew against it. Her fists were balled and she was glaring at Isabella.

I couldn’t believe it. But at the same time I wasn’t surprised. “Samantha?”

She had her calm look. She said, “Thomas. That secret I wanted to tell you. Can I tell it to you now?” She looked at me and grinned. Her eyes were shining red.

I swallowed a large lump in my throat as I shook my head.

Quickly she turned to Isabella as she crouched down. She held her hands out as sharp claws came from her fingertips. She said, “I’m a bloodsucking fiend!”

In an instant she vanished as black mist appeared again. I quickly looked to see her appearing close to Isabella. I barely followed her movement. With one punch to the face, she sent Isabella flying backwards. Isabella toppled over again and again until her body slammed into a tree. Before she could recover Samantha ran to her, grabbed her face and threw her. Her speed was nearly impossible to track and her strength was monstrous.

Isabella landed on her feet but the force must have been too much. She tripped backwards and kept rolling backwards. She managed to stop her toppling and caught her balance. She watched Samantha carefully while moving slowly.

Isabella said, “This is perfect. Now I can have the pleasure of getting rid of you myself. I’ve wanted you dead the moment you moved here, daywalker.”

Quickly she sprinted towards Samantha. Samantha swiped at her but missed as Isabella rolled out of the way. She grabbed her black book from the ground and quickly jumped away. She began flipping through the pages fast as Samantha turned to her.

She laughed and said, “It’s over, daywalker!” She chanted words I couldn’t understand. Suddenly Isabella opened her mouth and breathed a giant ball of fire. I was yards away but I could still feel the heat from the flames. The ball blitzed through a quarter of the forest and incinerated everything in its path.

I screamed for Samantha. Isabella was laughing hysterically. She stopped when she saw the silhouette standing in the flames. She was completely unharmed.

Samantha said, “Was that meant for me? Or was that just target practice? You were way off. Isabella run away. You can’t honestly believe you stand a chance against one of the tainted.”

Isabella laughed. “A demon no. But a half-blood shouldn’t be hard for me to kill. Impure bloods can’t hold against my magic. NOW DIE!” She raised her hand and fired green lightning at Samantha. It shot her body and began electrocuting her. Samantha quickly flinched back and started screaming loudly. I covered my ears as the winds started blowing fiercely. The ground was trembling. It was as if the forest was afraid of Samantha.

Isabella kept firing magic at Samantha as she laughed. She said, “Yes! Die, daywalker! Nothing will come between him and I. Nothing!”

I screamed for her to stop as Samantha screamed in agony. She was screaming to the sky then suddenly stopped. She looked at Isabella and grinned. Isabella flinched backwards as if she had seen a ghost.

“What,” Isabella said. “No. Impossible!” She fired more magic at Samantha. A gigantic bolt of lighting formed around Samantha as Isabella used both hands. Samantha grunted and started fighting the pain. She took a single step towards Isabella. Then another.

Isabella slowly stepped back. She said, “She’s resisting my magic? No! It’s impossible!” She fired more magic. Samantha let out a monstrous cry and suddenly the lightning stopped as Isabella flung backwards. Steam was coming from Samantha’s body but she kept grinning as she walked towards Isabella. She grabbed the black book and ripped it in two.