Abeke was in trouble. Trouble had always made a habit of coming to her, but this was the record. The greatest one in all her troubles yet.

She was stranded on the very bottom of a ginormous cauldron.

"Oh, great! I hope no one is planning to have soup for breakfast."

Abeke really did hope so. She had no intention of getting boiled up and eaten for somebody's meal. It really wasn't a pleasant prospect.

Abeke thought of yelling for help, but that wouldn't do. What would she say when someone asked her how she had ended up there? It wasn't as if she could tell the truth, that she had been sneaking around the school at night and exploring.

'Oh, what kind of idiot would put a cauldron in the floor, where anyone can fall in? I just cannot understand!' Abeke thought angrily. It wasn't much good since no one could hear her.

'And why did that stupid staff have to fall out of my hand of all things?"

Abeke looked up at the surface way up above. At the very edge of the round hole, a staff— her staff was perched precariously at the edge, half in and half out.

"Oh, come on, magic staff. Do some kind of hocus pocus and lemme out of here!" Abeke prayed. The staff sat there temptingly, just out of reach.

It didn't even stir.

Abeke threw her arms up in despair.

"Oh, come on! If you haven't even let me succeed in casting one teeny tiny spell in magic class, then you should get me out of trouble for once in your life! Aren't you even guilty?"

It seemed like the staff really did have no morals whatsoever. Abeke sighed and slammed her fists against the black glossy wall of the gigantic cauldron.

That was when a sudden 'CLUNK' came from the wall and a luminous green potion started to pour out of the pipes installed on the walls.


Abeke shrieked in horror, as the cauldron rapidly began to fill up with the potion.

"Help! Help! HELP!"

Abeke cursed herself for not taking swimming lessons at the community centre when her mother had suggested it. The liquid had already risen to her knees, even though it had only been a few seconds.

'Oh, no, no, no, no, no!' Abeke mourned. 'This simply is not happening!'

Abeke desperately tried to climb up to the surface. It did no help whatsoever. The potion had reached her waist, now, and was quickly climbing up to her elbows. Abeke was now finding it hard to breathe. She thrashed around, but it only made things worst. The green glow made her arms look ghostly and green. Would that be it? Would she end up as a green slimy ghost?

Three minutes later, Abeke found herself trying to keep her head above the surface, which had risen to her neck.

"H...help! Help!" she gasped. A wave of potion flowed into her mouth and Abeke choked. The potion rose above her head, and Abeke found herself submerged in luminous green. She tried to rise up to the surface, but it was hopeless. The strength seemed to have left her entirely.

'So this is how I die.' Abeke thought. A disturbing image of her tombstone flashed in her head.

Abeke Brooks


Died while idiotically snooping around her own school in the middle of the night and drowned in a gigantic cauldron.

And then, everything went black.

Abeke stared up at the boy crouching over her. Her eyes weren't working well because of the intense golden light shooting into her eyes so that she couldn't make out how he looked like. Abeke squinted from the fierce glare which was making her eyes sting. The light was coming from a small ball of light that was hovering over the boy's right palm.

"What were you thinking? You would have died!" the boy demanded angrily. "Didn't you hear the lecture about the automatic cauldrons?"

"What lecture?" Abeke asked, puzzled.

"The lecture that they gave us for half an hour at the orientation. Don't you remember?"

"No. W-what lecture? What are you talking about?" Abeke stuttered. The boy looked at her more closely.

"Where are you from? English isn't your native language, is it?"

"O-of course it is! I-I-I'm from B-B-"


"No, I-"


"No!" Abeke's face had turned red. She didn't know why.

"How old are you, anyway?" the boy asked. "Ten? Eleven? You look a bit too young to be here."

"No! I'm thirteen! I'm old enough!"

"You're still a little girl, seeing as you would be daft enough to fall into a gigantic cauldron with a stop sign next to it."

"Who are you calling daft?" Abeke asked enraged. "And speaking of it, how old are you, then? You don't look that much older than me."

Actually, the boy seemed much more mature than her. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the light coming from his hand, Abeke could see that he was much, much taller than her and looked about fifteen.

And he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen.

The boy had warm caramel coloured skin just like hers, and silky hair, straight and dark. Abeke wondered how it could be so straight. Had he been born that way? Abeke stared into the boy's eyes. They were deep brown, and had a dark, dangerous look in them that chilled her blood and somehow frightened her terribly. It made her wonder again why the boy was out here in the middle of the night. He didn't look like the sort of person to be doing the same thing as her.

He was the sort of boy her friends would have been crazy over back home. But being Abeke, she didn't focus on looks very much. Only she did really emvy his hair. How life would be convenient if her hair was as straight as that.

"Older than you." The boy said, smirking. "Anyway, what were you doing out here in the middle of the night? It's against the school rules, you know."

"Well, why don't you answer that question yourself? You're a student too, aren't you?" Abeke asked, trying to avoid answering that particular question.

"I'm actually a serial killer and I was going to have a big masseur. But I guess you would do," the boy said coolly.

Abeke stared at the boy. He really must not want to answer himself. That made her even more curious.

Well, never mind. If he wanted to play things this way, then fine. She'd often played this game with her friends(who were mostly boys) back home.

"Really? Well, I'm actually a spy and was sneaking out to deliver top secrets to the enemy when I accidentally fell in," she said, just as smoothly.

The boy scoffed. "Some kind of spy you are? How are you supposed to avoid suspicion when you can't even avoid a big hole in the ground?"

"Well, some kind of murderer you are. How can you kill with no weapon? And speaking of that, why haven't you killed me yet, then?" Abeke asked, proceeding to stand up.

"Maybe I should do it now. I have high doubts that I'll need a proper weapon to take down you."

Abeke gave him a venomous look. That statement really annoyed her. Especially since it was probably true.

"I'm probably not that satisfying to kill since I don't have as much blood as grown-ups do."

"Don't worry. It'll be a pleasure just to cut off that pretty head of yours. But I've already killed someone tonight so I'll have to kill you later." the boy said smiling pleasantly.

"And how do you supposed to do that? You don't even know my name. How would you find me?" Abeke asked triumphantly.

The boy didn't seem moved.

"That is not going to be a problem since I have this."

Abeke gasped. Her staff! This evil boy had taken it!

"Give it back!" Abeke wailed. She tried to snatch her staff away, but the boy held it above his head, and however hard she hopped and jumped, she could not reach it.

The boy smirked at her. "If you manage to find me before Monday, I give this back to you." the boy said. "If not, well, I'm always short on firewood."

Abeke looked up at the boy in horror.

"Now, I advise that you go along. The caretaker's coming to join us," he said, gesturing to the back of the room. Abeke turned quickly toward the darkness. There was nothing.

"Hey! Wai-" Abeke stopped. The boy had vanished into thin air — along with her staff.

Abeke gritted her teeth, the fact that the boy had saved her life completely forgotten, and vowed with the seriousness only a thirteen-year-old could have.

"I'm gonna have my revenge someday very soon. I will!"