Willow sighed at the streetlamp. Another "missing" poster? she thought.
She stared at her smiling figure on the flier. She scowled. Willow Hartford never smiled like that. At least not anymore.
Stripping the poster off of the pole, she crumpled it in her hands. She stumbled angrily down the sidewalk. Finally reaching the dreary mansion, her anger faded into the recesses of her mind. One would call the Rosses' estate dull, almost depressing, yet in her opinion it glowed.
Willow smiled slyly. Now it's time for the real fun, she thought. she slipped her tiny figure through the iron bars of the gates. Hacking into the security system would be too easy.
Strong arms wrapped around her thin legs, twirling her around. Eventually setting her down, a voice asked, "Hon, are you hacking in again?"
Facing her adoptive father, a forged smile plastered on her face, covering the darkness underneath, she nodded.
"We plan your thirteenth birthday perfectly, all of your friends arrive, and you're nowhere to be found," he scolded gently.
"Sorry," she whispered, curtaining her face with her long, wavy, black hair.
"Aw, it's okay princess. Just your mother and I were worried," he guided her to the entrance of the mansion.
You're not my parents, she thought. Despite the ugly truth that her parents were dead and Alek and Samantha Ross were only her Guardians, they clearly tried to make Willow feel otherwise.
Inside her friends greeted her warmly, almost too warmly. "I'll go change really quick," she informed them quickly. Not waiting for their answer, she bolted upstairs.
She slammed the bathroom door shut. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed. The grinning, carefree girl on the poster transformed into the heartless monstrosity set before her eyes.
Seeing a shadow, she tensed. Then she hastily dismissed it. After all, it was most likely a tree branch or something.
Out of nowhere a masked boy, almost like a ninja, loomed over her. A flash of silver glinted in his hand. A knife! she thought.
He plunged the blade into Willow's forearm. She howled in pain. She heard screams, but she was far too injured to recognize them as her own. She faded into an endless black
Consciousness returned slowly. Willow's arm pulsed agonizingly. Insisting on ignoring the wound, she stood up groggily.
She stared at the mirror, which was covered in a dark red substance. Was that blood?! The blood was painted in such a manner that made out a message:
I have your friends. If you want them to stay alive, bring me the seven crystals of the elementals. If you fail, then your friends die, or worse.
Willow sighed. Her friends depended on her. According to the legend, the crystals were hidden in seven remote locations across the globe. But how could they possibly be real?
Gathering her things and stuffing them into a bag, she stormed downstairs. Willow searched for one last item. She had put here somewhere. Aha, she thought. The picture was charred,from the night her parents died. Scowling at her smile, she shoved the photo into her backpack.
Making her way out the gates one last time, she smiled ruefully. Goodbye Mom and Dad. she thought. Goodbye forever.
Pacing down the street, a voice called, "Willow, why are you out here?" She turnedto meet the friendly blue eyes of Blake Banner. Blake was her closest friend. What troble was she leading him into?
Oh no, she thought. She was in trouble. Big trouble.
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