EMMA
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I was really glad Owen decided to help me, in spite of not explaining everything to him, I could tell he was angry because of what I did and I knew he should be. But still, he was helping me decode the spell. The spell's language was written far back so the words it contained were too ancient, out of everyone in Night School, Owen was one of the best when it comes to decoding spells like this, especially when it belonged to the Firsts.
Most of the time I was lost as his hands rapidly moved on the papers, I wish I understood what he was doing but I couldn't keep up, my eyelids were growing heavy right now, I haven't gotten much sleep and I knew it was only neutral. I feel tired. I just allowed the sounds of Owen's writing to consume me, the sound of the pen against the smooth paper, and before I knew it, darkness took me.
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"Emma"
"Emma"
"Emma"
"Emma!"
"Hmm?" I groaned, forcing my eyes open and at first, it was blurry.
