Chapter 11:
Devils Dance Floor
The next day Adrenn had walked back into the Great Hall booming with voices left and right. "How was your day?" "I like you" "The cake is awesome!" were some of the coversations he heard. He looked at teh Gryffindor table to see Andrian and Sophia. He was beeming with joy and sprinted over to them. He quickly sat beside Andrian and said "How you feeling?". "I'm fine" he said kind of depressed. "Whats wrong?" "I wont be able to try out for Quidditch now..." "But were first years." "I know but I probally would have been able to at least TRY" "I hear ya" "You do? You were the whole cause why I couldn't try in the first place." "What are you talking about?" "That thing which attacked the prefect almost killed me!" "It wasn't my fault!" Zion said voice starting to rise. "Really?! Now What are you talking about?! IT WAS AFTER YOU!" "WELL I DIDN'T WANT THAT THING TO TRY TO KILL ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!" he then boomed throughout the Great Hall getting the attention of eveyone with fear on their faces...so did Andrian and Sophia. "What?" "You have the voice..." Sophia said. "Voice?" he then asked curoisuly. "In prophecy they say that the person who feals extreme anger and his voice is demonic he shall destroy the Wizarding world. Zion froze. He was goin gthrough freak season!! He then had no choice but to run...again. He was scared and scarred. He couldn't go hrough this. He ran up to the GRyffindor common room and went through the portrait... and noticed a shimmer! He felt a hot force go through him. He grunted and he felt very dizzy. His vision blurred and fell onto his side. He looked up and saw the alien luahging in truumpigh. He then saw no more. But it was over. He awoke on a bright blue pattern surrounding by black space with no stars. He scanned the area and saw a single person standing there. With two swords in both hands. His face was concealed by a cloak and was covvered in a black robe. "Beat me and you prove your usefulness!" the dark figure said his voice booming and charged...hovering! Zion couldn't move. He then felt a cold iron on his hand and saw a sword. Decorated with white ribbons, the blade at least 6 feet long, the handle beautifully decorated. he thing slashed at Adrenn vertically but Adrenn defened horizantally and counterattacked cutting the person in the cloak. But there was no blood, nothing.... "Lucky shot!" the thing screamed and sharged again. It was flaing the blades, twiling it with his fingertips like a helicopter propellor. It was screeching against the floor which meant trouble. Adrenn held his his blade horizontally and the cutting was pushing Adrenn back. Adrenn fell to his knees still defending blood coming down his arm and toching his face. Adrenn quickly stroked his blade to the right and the blades barely missing him. The thing stopped and turned around to strike. He hovered again and this time Adrenn held his blade at a 75 degree angle below his hip and charged. Then everything slowed. Adrenn didn't strike but- deflected. He slid the blade of his sword on the two so it missed him by a landslide. He then did a bicycle kick with Adrenn landing on his feet and watching at the thing fell off the platform. "You are worthy" and with those last words, Adrenn awoke looking perfectly at the hovering alien the sword he had in his hand. He was grinning. This was going to be fun.