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As the girls huddled together in class, their whispers grew more urgent, their eyes wide with excitement and fear. "Today's the blood moon," one of them breathed, her voice barely audible. "The legend says the dead will rise to fight against the good."
The girls exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale. One of them, a petite blonde, spoke up, her voice laced with skepticism. "Ain't that just a myth?" she asked, her brow furrowed in doubt.
But the first girl's expression was dead serious. "My grandma's a sage," she said, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "She's been predicting this for years."
The girls leaned in closer, their faces inches apart. "Really?" another girl asked, her voice full of wonder.
The first girl nodded, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Even Principal Walmer goes to her for advice. She's the one who's been keeping the peace all these years."
The girls' eyes widened in awe, their faces reflecting their amazement. "Wow," one of them breathed. "That's incredible."
The first girl's expression turned mysterious, her eyes glinting with a secret knowledge. "There's more to it than that," she said, her voice barely audible. "But I can't reveal too much. Let's just say that tonight's going to be a night to remember."
As she spoke, the girls' faces seemed to grow more intense, their eyes burning with curiosity. They knew that something big was about to happen, something that would change their lives forever.
Noelle's eyes widened as she overheard the prophecy, her face pale with fear. She rushed to Principal Wilmer's office, her heart pounding in her chest. "Shit, how could I have forgotten about this?" she cursed under her breath.
As she burst into the office, Hermes looked up from his book, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. Principal Wilmer's stern expression turned to her, his eyes narrowing. "What is it, Noelle?"
Noelle's voice trembled as she spoke, her words spilling out in a rush. "The blood moon, it's today. The battle between good and... Armageddon. It's today."
Hermes' eyebrow shot up, his smile dripping with sinister charm. "Oh, I know, dear. But," he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper, "the question is, how come... you know, dear?"
His eyes glinted with a malevolent light, sending shivers down Noelle's spine. She felt like a trapped animal, her heart racing with fear. The air was thick with tension, the silence deafening.
Daisy's eyes were fixed on Hermes, her mind racing with questions. How did he know about the prophecy? And what did he mean by "how come... you know, dear?" She felt a chill run down her spine as he leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with an otherworldly intensity.
"Well?" Hermes prompted, his voice low and menacing. "How do you know about the blood moon, Daisy?"
Daisy swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know what to say, didn't know how much to reveal. But something about Hermes' gaze made her feel like she was trapped, like she had no choice but to confess.
"I... I overheard it," she stammered. "From some girls in class. They were talking about a legend, a prophecy that says the dead will rise on the blood moon."
Hermes' smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, yes. The legend of the blood moon. It's an old one, Daisy. And it's true."
Daisy's eyes widened in horror as Hermes' form began to shift, his body contorting in ways that seemed impossible. His eyes glowed with an eerie light, and his voice dropped to a whisper.
"The dead will rise, Noelle .And they will come for us all."Then it dawwn on her that he had called her "Noelle ",no one knew except Dianne. Except this man wasn't...
Daisy tried to step back, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. Hermes' energy enveloped her, its dark tendrils wrapping around her like a shroud. She felt a chill run down her spine as he leaned in closer, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity.
"You shouldn't have come here, Daisy," he whispered, his breath cold against her ear. "Now you're a part of this, whether you like it or not."
Suddenly, the room began to spin, and Daisy felt herself being pulled into a vortex of darkness. She tried to scream, but her voice was silenced by some unseen force.
As the world around her dissolved into chaos, Daisy realized that she was trapped in a nightmare from which she might never awaken.
Hermes' laughter echoed through the void, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Daisy's spine. She felt herself being pulled through a tunnel of darkness, the air thick with the stench of decay and death.
As she emerged on the other side, Daisy found herself in a desolate landscape, the sky a deep, bloody red. The ground beneath her feet was dry and cracked, and the air was heavy with the scent of smoke and ash.
Hermes stood before her, his eyes blazing with an eerie light. "Welcome to the underworld, Daisy," he said, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Here, the living are not welcome. And you, my dear, are very much alive."
Daisy's heart raced as Hermes raised his hand, his fingers curling into a claw. She felt a cold wind sweep across her skin, and her vision began to blur.
As Hermes' claw-like hand descended, Daisy felt a strange sensation wash over her. Her body began to fade away, becoming translucent and ethereal. She tried to scream, but her voice was lost in the void.
Hermes' eyes gleamed with triumph as he realized he had successfully banished Daisy to the realm of the dead. But just as he was about to turn away, a faint glow began to emanate from Daisy's fading form.
The glow grew brighter, illuminating the dark landscape and casting an eerie light on Hermes' face. He snarled, taken aback by this unexpected turn of events.
Daisy's form began to solidify once more, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination. "I won't be defeated so easily," she spat, her voice dripping with defiance.
Hermes' eyes narrowed, his face twisting with rage. "You dare to resist me?" he snarled, his hand crackling with dark energy.
The two enemies faced off, their powers locked in a struggle that would determine the fate of the underworld itself.
As the battle raged on, Daisy realized she needed a new strategy to defeat Hermes. She focused her energy and created a shimmering portal beside him. With a swift motion, she reached out and grabbed Hermes' arm, yanking him towards the portal.
Hermes' eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled towards the glowing gateway. He tried to resist, but Daisy's grip was too strong. With a final heave, she shoved him through the portal, and he vanished into its depths.
The portal snapped shut, leaving Daisy standing alone in the underworld. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with exhaustion. She had banished Hermes to a realm unknown, buying herself time to prepare for their next encounter.
As she turned to leave, a faint whisper echoed in her mind. "The battle is far from over, Daisy." Hermes' voice was laced with malevolence, and Daisy knew she had only delayed the inevitable. But for now, she had won a small victory, and that was all that mattered.
With a wave of her hand and a focused thought, Daisy created a new portal. This one shimmered with a soft, white light, and she knew it would lead her back to the safety of the school. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over her, and stepped through the portal.
As she emerged on the other side, Daisy found herself standing in the familiar surroundings of the school's courtyard. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and students were laughing and chatting as they walked to their next class.
Daisy burst through the doors of WICCANS building her heart racing with urgency. She had to warn the others about Hermes and the danger that lurked in the shadows.
"Dianne!" she called out in a frantic tone, her voice echoing through the hallway like a desperate cry for help. "Show some respect, Noelle Deanne blustered, coming out of the building with a stern expression, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
"Now's not the time for your antics, we've got a big situation at hand," Noelle warned, her face pale and heavy with the weight of the sun, her eyes sunken with a mix of fear and urgency.
"The Principal you think you know in this school is not the real Principal Wilmer, but Hermes," she announced, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around nervously as if she feared being overheard.
But Dianne's expression remained unchanged, her eyes fixed on Noelle with an unnerving intensity. "You know?" Noelle asked with a frown, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment, as if she had expected Dianne to be surprised.
Dianne gave a nod, her eyes never leaving Noelle's face. "I didn't see the need to tell me," she snapped, her voice cold and detached.
"We were waiting for the right time, "came the deep voice from adley and Noel shifted her gaze to him.
"He knows?" She asked and Adley nodded.
The air was thick with tension as the two girls stood there, the weight of their secrets and lies hanging precariously in the balance, like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
Noelle's eyes blazed with frustration as she tossed her hands up in exasperation. "And when is the right time? Tomorrow, next week, or maybe never?" she spat, her sarcasm hanging in the air like a challenge.
Adley's expression turned conciliatory as she reached out a calming hand. "Noelle, you need to calm down," she urged, her voice soft and soothing. But Noelle was having none of it.
With a scornful laugh, Noelle spun around, her long hair whipping around her like a fiery halo. "Calm down... " she scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Calm down, you say... The blood moon is today. Do you guys know what that means?" she demanded, her fury palpable.
Dianne's eyes widened in alarm as she rushed to the bookshelf, her fingers scrabbling for a scroll. She unrolled it with shaking hands, her eyes devouring the words as if they held the key to their survival. "Armageddon!" she breathed, her voice barely audible.
As she read on, her eyes grew wider with fear, her voice trembling with urgency. "The blood moon, also known as Armageddon, is the battle between good and evil," she read, her words hanging in the air like a dark prophecy. "And it's today."
The room seemed to vibrate with tension as Noelle's eyes locked onto Dianne's, her expression a mix of fear and determination. "The chosen one is the only one who can help us when this battle begins," Dianne read on, her voice barely above a whisper. "But we don't know who it may be..."Noelle added.
"I think I do "Dianne announced.