Vangelos wandered into the dark deserted hallways of the school. A chill ran down his spine as he observed the substantial amount of damage that could be seen wherever he looked. It was as if a monster or great beast had ravaged the place without any regard to the things around it. The footprints had led here, he was sure of it, but would he be prepared to face whoever it was? Despite the fear he felt, Vangelos continued to venture further into the darkened corridors of the school. His right hand firmly grasped his master's staff.<br/>It was so dark inside the school that Vangelos could barely see what was in front of him. He often stumbled and faltered as his foot caught the edge of several discarded objects. Vangelos could feel a sudden drop in temperature as he followed the voice to a room that seemed detached from the rest of the building. Like it didn't belong or was built as an afterthought. His eyes frantically searched for the nearest fragment of light. He was in total darkness . . . total silence.<br/>Then the whispering voice began again. First it sounded like a distant humming. Then it grew into the sound of a young feminine voice. He could hear it clearly in the black dark. Very slowly, Vangelos edged his feet along the tiled floor. All around the sound of whispering grew louder as he stood by the doorway, his back against the wall. With an audible gulp, Vangelos peered into the room. He could feel the cold fear rising from his stomach. Fear that made his mouth dry and his lips tremble. Fear that knotted him up and took the strength from his limbs. There in the darkness he could make out the shape of a lady sitting on a desk. Her feminine attire just screamed witch.<br/><blockquote><div><cite>xblurp wrote:</cite>"Well hello there handsome. What brings you here?"</div></blockquote><br/>"Who are you?" Vangelos said, trying to keep his voice steady as he entered the doorway, feeling uneasy that someone would spend their time lounging around a place like this. He wondered if possibly she was the one who sent his master to an early grave. He couldn't see any sand on her shoes, not from this distance in the dim light anyways.