Chapter 2 - Fair is foul and foul is fair.

I walked over to a young warlock who seemed like he knew what he was doing.
'Sir, miss umm, Miss Lydia sent us over to you, she said you had some questions for us?'
'Right you are! I'm going to ask you three veery simple questions, Ok?'
He didn't wait for me to reply, and plowed on with his pre-prepared speech.
'Fist off, where would you like to be sent to, on this quest? The arctic, a forest, the desert or a mountain?'
What kind of twisted thing was this? the desert?
'Gosh..I, I don't know.'
'Understandable, however, I'm going to have to rush you..'
'The mountain..?'
'Ok THEN! Now for another verry simple question! what familiar do you have?'
'A tabby'
'Right..noted! And, lastly, do you have any special ability's that you already know of?'
'Not that I know of, yet?' I mumbled.
'Brilliant! FABULOUS! Now, your free to go and find a seat and wait for Lydia to make another speech!'

I shuffled over to a lumpy seat,  and closed my eyes. I didn't want all of this extravagance, all of this fake joy. Everyone knew that the people they were chatting to now would probably be dead in a few days, and it showed. I opened my eyes as Lydia started to speak again.


'Hello again, budding witches and warlocks! Now, before we depart from this room to the carriages we have set out for you I would like to go through the rules! The aim of this quest, and yes, there is only one! Is to follow the map to a designated meeting point and make it there ALIVE. We will not accept witches or warlocks that need life support, have bad head injuries or, and this apply to you young witches, are pregnant. As for the rules, there is, again only one! That fair is foul and foul is fair!' Throughout the speech she seemed to be getting more and more exited, in fact she almost sang the last line.

As everyone wandered away it was as if no one would allow what they had just heard to sink in, they were blocking it from there minds, placing it into a deadlocked vault, out of harms way. It was probably for the best. I walked over to the window whilst the others were queuing to find out what carriage and bunk they had been assigned. I liked flying, however I think I preferred it on a broom, you could feel the wind whooshing through your hair and your eyes dripping with tears!

I watched as quaint villages and teal lakes were replaced by sharp rocks and waist land. I watched and waited until the windows were blacked out and I was called over to register. As I sidled over to the line I saw someone watching me, he was tall and muscular with strange hazel eyes and a very distinct jaw bone. I tried to ignore him as I pushed my way to the front of the queue, and prepared myself for another bombardment of questions from a 'Lydia type person'. Instead, however I was greeted by an old administration witch...

'Whats your name dear?'
Sunny I replied, a little shakily, I always hated being watched. I gave the boy a scowl, and turned back to the elderly witch.
'Cabin 32, top bunk, which is...number 64.'
Th, thank you, I stuttered, whilst turning round. I began to walk away but she grasped my hand.
'Don't worry dear, everyone's  a little nervous at this stage' She smiled a sympathetic, guilty smile, and I smiled back. Then I walked away, fast. I didn't want anyone to see the pricking of tears in my eyes, I'm not weak.