Some things cannot be undone...

Sierra had just got back from a picnic with her friends, and was getting ready for bed. She reached for her purse, but found it was not on her bedside table. Shoot! Sierra put her shoes back on, and threw on her cloak to help with the cold.

Where is that purse!? Sierra took out her wand, and lit it so she could see better. As she was looking behind a tree, she spotted a black lump by a stump. She went to investigate, and found it was her purse! Sierra did a silent cheer, and started back to the catsle.

Sierra was about to light her wand to see, when she heard a twig snap. Twigs don't snap by themselves. They have to be stepped on. Sierra immediatly ducked behind a tree, taking out her wand. For saftey reasons, not for attacking.

Another twig snapped. Sierra's heart was beating a million times a second. And then something snapped inside of her. Sierra stepped out from behind the tree, a still sillouette in the night. She stepped forward, not making a sound.

Up ahead, she could hear a voice. It was male, probably an adult. Without thinking, Sierra lit her wand. Her face seemed to be as white as a sheet, like she was a ghost. Her black hair made her look like a corpse, and the lines under her eyes from staying up so late made her seem even more evil.

The male voice stopped. A figure suddenly became visible through the darkness. Sierra shut off the light from her wand. She then became a sillouette again. A mere shadow. Sierra crept to the side, as if she was gliding on air.

The man was tallish, well built, and was surprisingly quiet. Sierra still had no idea who he was. She wanted to light her wand, but it would give her away immediatly. The man could be a friend, or he could be a foe. Sierra hoped he was a teacher...that happened to be out at midnight...

Sierra felt her wand fly out of her hand, dissapearing in the darkness. But the red light hit the tree, bursting into sparks. Sierra fled to the next tree, lifting herself up to the the lowest branch. The next branch was a ways away, she stood up shakily, and reached her arm up, her fingers touched the branch, and she looked down once she was up on the next branch. The ground looked so far away!

So far, Sierra had dodged 5 spells. One more came at her. She could either let go, get hit, or risk her life, and hang off the branch. She chose her third option. In one fluid motion, she grabbed the branch tightly, flung her legs off, and hung in the air. The spell sored over the branch. Sierra could feel the heat from the sparks on her back. Struggling to lift her legs up onto the branch, her hands slipped the slightest bit, startling her.