Complicated by Bianca Gray (white hot kiss TXT) 📖

is here,” they both hissed in unison. They blurred out of my vision and there, at my feet, were two dragons. One was yellow and red; the other was an ivory color. Their eyes were both a fierce green. I opened the kitchen door and there, near the enchanted graveyard, was a polar bear. I froze in the doorway. This can’t be happening! I could only scream in my head. GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I yelled at my legs. But they wouldn’t move and neither would my eyes. I just stared at the paper white polar bear. The giant polar bear turned around and our eyes locked. His black eyes widened when he saw me and his mouth was watering with power. He wanted my power but I couldn’t move. Suddenly Katie and Drew were at my side. The polar bear’s mouth turned into a waterfall, wanting the power of all three of us. But he was going to come to me first. A whole second passed by while I was thinking this. It was enough time for me to realize that I had to protect myself. I turned my head around to look at Ivory and Marigold.
“GO!!” I screamed. That’s when the polar bear leaped for me. I whipped my head around, my black hair spinning around. I put my hands out and let the power flow through me. The black dust came out faster than it usually did and the polar bear was charred. The spirit came out of the polar bear and the body went limp. Of course before it could I grabbed it. I pulled it close to my face and the spirit was trembling.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying here,” I said. But I remembered something.
“Oh and by the way! This is a warning. If you polar bears don’t stop what you’re doing, there’s going to be big trouble…soon. So tell me, who is your leader?” I asked fiercely.
“Ok, ok, ok. There’s this girl. She told us that we could be the most powerful creatures in the world. Of course we already eat power, but she said to only eat the most powerful, to demolish anyone with power. But while she was telling each of us this, our mouths were watering. She has a lot of power, magic. She told us that we can’t eat her…but others more powerful than anyone who ever goes to the North Pole,” he said quickly. I was surprised. Our own kind would turn against us? I threw him with all my might into the enchanted graveyard, but before he got there my grandfather took a hold of him. He stuffed the soul into a plastic bottle and screwed on the lid.
“There,” he said. Then Ivory and Marigold was suddenly in front of me. They faced me in their human form and crossed their arms.
“We could’ve taken him,” said Marigold.
“Don’t underestimate us,” said Ivory. Then they turned to face my grandfather. Katie patted me on the back.
“Good job,” she said, “that must’ve taken a lot of magic. Or maybe it didn’t. You don’t look exhausted at all,” she laughed.
“I’m not,” I said. Drew just sighed.
“You just took out a soul from the body,” said Drew admiringly.
“Then why are you disappointed?” I asked.
“I’m not disappointed…I’m relieved. I honestly thought that the polar bear would have killed you. It happened so fast,” he said. Then he sighed.
“I’m glad that the polar bear wasn’t going to kill you,” I said hugging him close and putting my head on his chest. He laughed his chest moving up and down. He put his arms around me and I looked up.
“What?” I asked.
“You would sacrifice yourself for no reason?” he asked.
“Of course. And technically it isn’t for no reason…it would be for you,” I said. He frowned, the laughing mood gone. I didn’t even know what was so funny in the first place. He held my face so carefully but so fiercely, as if he was afraid it would disappear out of thin air, like dust.
“Don’t you ever say that again,” he demanded.
“Fine. I won’t say it again…but I can still think it,” I grumbled. He sighed.
“Don’t think it,” said Drew in a matter-of-fact tone. Now I knew where Ivory got it. I rolled my eyes.
“You can’t stop me from thinking it,” I said. Marigold nodded.
“But Katie will tell me when you do and then I’ll tell you to stop thinking it,” said Drew. Ivory nodded. Apparently, children like to pick sides. I just scowled at him. He just smugly smiled at me. Marigold tapped me on my leg.
“What?” I asked still in a sour mood. She just smiled at me.
“Can you give me a piece of paper and a sharpened pencil, please?” she asked in such a sweet voice. I snapped my fingers and handed it to her. She smiled at me. Then she went back into the kitchen and sat down. Her hands moved at lightning speed. She seemed to be drawing something. Her little legs were dangling and swinging back and forth. Then a minute later, she handed me the paper. I looked at it. It was a very detailed drawing of a battle. There were polar bears and some people. It looked like the people were losing. There weren’t much people, to begin with. Then in the background a girl that looked an awful lot like me was weeping over a dead body with a dead polar bear right beside it. The dead body looked like Drew. I dropped the piece of paper, my eyes showing no emotion. I turned, sharply, to find my sister right behind me.
“Did you-?” I asked not able to finish what I was going to say. My eyes were still blank.
“Yes,” she whispered quietly, staring at the floor. Finally, everything was coming into focus. I stared at her.
“We have to stop her,” I whispered, staring into my sister’s eyes.
“Yes, we’ll have to stop the sibyl,” said Ivory.


Chapter 13
The Sibyl

“What?” I asked her.
“A sibyl,” she said.
“Like a witch that uses potions and stuff?” I asked. She nodded her head.
“They are evil witches. Sometimes they are psychics. Kind of like what Auntie Sama is,” Ivory said. I was confused.
“What do you mean ‘kind of?’” I asked her.
“Well, you see, Auntie Sama has lived through this all before. She’s what they call a Déjà vu,”said Ivory.
“A what?” asked Sama and I at the same time. Ivory just sighed.
“Why does no one listen to me?” she asked under her breath.
“A Déjà vu,” she said in a louder voice.
“What’s that?” Marigold asked the obvious question.
“It’s someone who lives all their lives in Déjà vu,” said Ivory. She rolled her eyes.
“What do they do?” asked Marigold.
“In other words, it’s someone who sees the future but has lived through it all before. Usually they think they’re psychics. Oh, and they live their lives over and over and over again till it kills them,” said Ivory.
“So the person who’s leading the polar bears isn’t a witch?” I asked.
“No, she’s a witch,” said Ivory.
“But you said she was a sibyl that’s a psychic,” I said.
“Yes, she is, but she is a witch as well. That’s why she’s somewhat powerful,” said Ivory. I never really questioned Katie and Sama before but now I also had to think that Ivory knew what she was talking about. She looks barely 5 years old. Unless, I’m considering that she was a psychic as well…
“How do you know all these things, Ivory?” I asked suspiciously. Every mother gets suspicious about her child someday. Just like when I was ten, and my mother thought I ate all her cookies, when I didn’t, my pet bird, Bernie, did. She shrugged.
“I don’t know. I just feel stuff around me,” she said. Marigold jumped up.
“Like how I can see things and then I just draw them. But it doesn’t mean anything. It just means to take caution. This girl is scary,” said Marigold. Then she shuddered. I shuddered as well.
“What do you mean ‘take caution’?” I asked hugging myself and shuddered again. But of course I couldn’t possibly be cold down here in…the core of the Earth. Marigold flashed her pearly teeth at me.
“It means that I have only drew the worst side of things. The worst that could possibly happen…so far,” she said, pausing dramatically between happen and so. Then she smiled again. So far, I thought. The worst thing that could happen is that Drew would leave me…forever. Katie shook her head.
“Not the worst thing,” she whispered. Not the worst thing? I asked myself. What could possibly be worse than losing Drew? I thought about it for a second. Losing Drew would be painful, yes, but losing the only things that I have left of him would be even worse. Ivory and Marigold, I thought with a stab going through my heart. I saw Katie nod out of the corner of my eye. What was I supposed to do? I was a witch, just touching my powers. I could barely make cooked meat appear. Just then, my grandfather came into the kitchen, his crimson eyes scanning the room. His already pale skin looked even paler when he saw my choked expression.
“What is going on in here?” he boomed, staring at me the whole time.
“I think little Ivory can explain here,” said Katie, glaring at my grandfather the whole time. She just really hated him. My grandfather stared at me for a second more and then turned to face my silver headed daughter. He crossed his wrinkled, pale arms and faced her with his full crimson eyes. I knew that he could feel something big was going to happen. After Ivory told the whole story, Grandfather looked a bit choked as well. Then a dim flash of light filled the room, and down came an angel. She had beautiful blond hair that was clearly from the rays of the sun. Her skin was a creamy vanilla color. Her rosy cheeks were from the pink rose petals and her eyes were the color of the sky. She looked at us all and sneered. She wrinkled her nose as if she smelled something bad.
“I have brought news from my grandfather, um, Mr.…” she said scanning her eyes of where she was, “Mr. Dark Lord.” Then she smiled a strange smile. My grandfather groaned. He didn’t try to hide the resentment he felt towards this girl.
“Why you? Why not Gloria? She at least is nicer,” said my grandfather.
“Who is she?” I asked him. The girl flipped her golden hair.
“I am the White Lord’s son’s daughter,” she said.
“You’re James’s daughter?” I asked. Wait how did I know the White Lord’s son? I asked myself. Her nose wrinkled again.
“No, that’s Gloria. I’m the daughter of the better son. I’m the daughter of William and Aphrodite,” she said her father’s name proudly.
“You’re the daughter of a son who was a mistake,” spat my grandfather. I glared at my grandfather.
“What’s your name?” I asked the girl. She flipped her hair again and wrinkled her nose.
“Dawn,” she said.
“That’s a pretty name,” I told her thinking that she wrinkled her nose because she didn’t like her name. She held up her hand as if to tell me to stop.