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“Alright.” The Wraith cleared his throat. “That’s settled. But here’s another problem. How are we going to get to another world? I’m powerful, but not that powerful.”

Cassie’s laugh was tinkling, yet dangerous, like glass hitting the floor. “Oh, Wraith. Lucky for you, I am that powerful.”

“You can travel between worlds?” He asked her with a surprise she found insulting.

“I travel with the stars.” Cassie told him, her white eyes glowing with power. “There are no doors closed to us.” She arched a midnight blue eyebrow and held her arms out. Her fingers were tipped in long sharp nails that looked like they were made of crystal. She let her eyes flutter closed. “When I open the portal, walk through quickly, and be on your guard. There’s no telling what’s waiting on the other side.”

The Wraith only just now noticed that her skin was sparkling like she was covered in glitter...or stardust. He was mesmerized by her surprising power. He wondered if there was, in fact, anything she couldn’t do. “How will we know when the portal is open?”

Cassie smirked, “You’ll know.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration and she pulled her hands closer together focusing her power. The space between her hands turned pitch black and as they watched, the space began to shimmer with pinpoints of light. The lights began swirling gently as if someone were trying to blend them with the darkness.

“Wow.” Zion breathed. He stepped forward and patted the Wraith on the back. “After you, Wraith.”

“How do we know it’s safe?” Wraith eyed the space skeptically.

It was the pre-Boards season of Class 10th. Back in the times when CBSE actually conducted all subjective exams starting in February.

Not a very pleasant time to exist in. Nonetheless, while discussing English Writing Section, a statement made by my English teacher caught my attention. She had said : "In the final exam, please try not to write the same story within a given prompt. It gets monotonous for the evaluator."

I still wonder if she'd said it seriously or just as a way to test who was paying attention to her. But like the over-confident kid I was, I countered instantly, "How are we to know we are all writing the same story, during the exam?"