This place is a labyrinth. And Alaska Young knew the only way out of the labyrinth is to die. That is how I'm getting out, in death. Normally, I wouldn't talk so fond of death, but it is in everyone's future and everyone's past.
My eyes open, I'm not surprised. Silver and Michael stand towering over me. I pull my hand up towards my cheek, "Ow," I whimper. Silver sends a death glare to Michael. He doesn't see it. "We need a witch here, pronto." Michael orders as Markus storms in. "They're about three hours away." He states. Who is? Who's coming? "What direction?" Michael paces. "All, when need to get a witch down here now."
"I KNOW MARKUS! I HAVE ALREADY SAID THAT! WHERE IS ALINA?"
Alina? As in the Alina that helped me stop the mind-invasions? Is she working for them?
"Relax, Michael
