Yami Shorts

  Revelation Resurrection  Scar noticed that the sense of upset was gone. She looked throughout her house and noticed that there was nothing disturbed. She then walked back to the attic and put everything that she got on a shelf there. Next to the other chests. She wondered what they were all about and why she was being given all of these, yet she remembered what the scroll said. So she took her shower and put on her black pyjamas. Then she finally hit her bed before she went back to sleep. She then had a dream about that cloaked woman. She held the Witch’s Heart over a caldron. She then let it slip out of her fingers and it fell into a silvery blue and purple mixture. Then it lit up and turned crimson as blood. She then brought out some ashes and poured them into the mixture. She spoke something that she could neither hear nor understand. That was when Scar felt like her whole body was on fire and her heart felt like it was being squeezed. She woke up and coughed and coughed....

  The Philosopher’s Stone  She woke up a week later. The only thing that seemed to keep her going was a good case of a dog thief and the dopamine from all the chocolate. She was going to go back to school the next week and her chocolate was running out. This meant that she could risk opening one more door before she had to think about getting ready for school and do all the homework that she was given to do over the holidays. She would also have to get more cases too. She let out a sigh. She would focus upon that later. She packed her things and chose her next door. She entered a word with a crimson sky with lilac clouds and scarlet grass and trees with crimson leaves and flowers the colour of lavender. Right time to see where all this leads. She chose her path and took it. She travelled to a group of homes, where she was met with strange looks. Yet she continued to get close to one of them. She had long lavender hair and deep green eyes. “Urm…Is there anything here that would...

  The Town Venture Scar woke and her mind went over the events of her previous adventure. She just could not get it out of her head! The message, the heart, the hooded figure and the very fact that someone expected her. She just could not stop thinking about it! Now what question was; who? Who could possibly have been behind it? Her mind went back to the hand. It was clearly a woman’s hand. Yet she could not help but feel like she had seen that hand somewhere else before. Now the question was; where? Was it Charlotte? No. She had scars on the back of her hands. Morana? Why would she do that? Would she really try to kill her that way? No. She would just put a bullet in her. The Scarborough Witches? No, they’re dead.  She let out a sigh. It hardly matters. The answers will reveal themselves in time. Now, the next door. She packed her things and took her key. She then finished and ate her breakfast. She was about to go upstairs when she saw an envelope at the door and several sca...

  The Witch’s Heart Scar had woken at an early hour from her regular nightmares. So she took a shower and was soon dressed and put the clothes from her Volcano Venture in the laundry basket. She then started to pack for her next adventure. She soon had finished with all her things before she put her bag on and, instinctively, took her key and put it around her neck. She chose the next door, which was next to the one from the day before and walked through it. She looked around and spotted that the sky here was lilac with lavender clouds. There were many cottages with black exposed beams with strange blue and red bricks filling them in. They all had royal purple doors. All of them were completely identical. Right, all I need to do is ask around to find out what needs to be done here. She then looked around and could find no one! She then looked in the windows to find that there was no one in. She wondered why that was. She then walked into one and she still could find no one. What h...