1 year later Hi, my name is Jane Taylor. If you've read the letter I found last year from my Farther then you will already know that I have a job, a gift. I am the one who casts the spells at night, the one who the local children fear even though I am really still one of them. I am 16, and sometimes when I think about what has happened to me in the past year, I scare myself. I live on my own, you couldn't really call my house a nice place to live, but its home, where I go to rest my head whenever I'm lucky enough to have a night off. I would say that I was very tall and quite thin, well thinner than all of my friends. Actually change that last bit, I have no friends, I'm not aloud them because it would put them in danger. Anyway as I was saying, about my gift. Every night, I become someone else, it's like there's this completely different girl sharing my body with me, strange huh? I cast spells to keep the dead at bay, and sometimes I have to cut myself for blood for the ingredients. Its hard, very hard, but what makes it all the more worse is that sometimes, I wake up to find someone or something half dead crouching over me holding some weapon. The spells I cast give me night mares and sometimes visions. I am allergic to light as well which means I don't go to school, I don't need food either. It was cold outside; Jane sat on her bedroom floor rapped in a blanket. Fear had her eating out of its palm. Tonight, she and Torie would cast a spell more powerful than any other she had done so far. Kingledale, their town, had been infested by Haggors; very strong half dead, half alive people whom lived on human organs only. "Jane, oh Jane come quick! You must, look outside!" Torie burst into the room and pointed out of the window. Without hesitation, Jane peered out herself to see four Haggors walking up to her front door. "Oh God, now what?" she shouted at Torie. "We must cast it, quick! The door is not strong, I know that. We will be safe for but a few more moments." Torie began to tip the contents of her brown bag onto the floor. "How..?" Jane began. "What?" "How do they know we are here?" "I do not know, look I have neither the answers nor the time for this! I shall go to the window and buy us some extra time, you set up the spell!" Torie rushed to the window. "YACT MINWINE CORVA TOOLU MADVORDAN YICTEN!" She shouted raising her hands high above her, fire seemed to shout out of her finger tips as Jane heard the screaming of many Haggors being burned. Torie turned around. "Well, that might not kill them, but it certainly caused a lot a pain!" Torie giggled to herself. "Tor, give us ya hand," Jane said. Torie held her hand out to Jane. "Ouch! Janie, give me some warning next time you plan to operate on me!" Torie squealed. Jane had cut into her hand with a knife and ripped a small amount of muscle out. She mixed it into a pot along with other various ingredients. "Right, we're ready! Sit!" Torie did as she was told. "Now, as I speak, you mix. Got it?" "That's all I have to do? Just mix?" "Yep" "Jeaz Jane, even I can't screw this one up!" Jane smiled at her half dead half living friend. Torie had been awoken by the lord to come back and help Jane with her witchcraft. The only thing was that Torie often lost focus and ended up ruining a spell. "EWAS MICMOL LOON TWINE JUPEPLURAL SWIEZ!" Jane shouted as loud as she could, her long hair floating in the storm she had made. Torie held the bowl tightly in her palms as she stirred it quickly. A huge fire seemed to grow from the bowl; a small tornado formed showing many Haggors being lifted into it. Suddenly it stopped. The room was silent. "Torie, would you just go and check outside for me to see if there are any Haggors about?" Torie did as she was told, by the smile that grew on her face; Jane guessed that they had been banished.