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Star heard what Zeon said. He was getting upset. "Ugh. If killing weren't illegal I would freeze his heart and watch him die." Star thought to himself. Star would never actually kill anyone, but everyone exaggerates in their mind. Star blinked a few times to ease himself. He always hated when people stereotyped and grouped all witches into an evil column. They weren't ALL bad. He then listened to what Zeon said about attacking, before replying, "Who says I'm not?" He gave a bored looking smirk.

((Zeon can be very insensitive, causing him to act somewhat of a douche.))

Zeon's turns back and looks into the sky. "You're witches? My mistake. I thought that pig was the only witch." A chill went up his spine, widening his eyes. "Either of you feel that?" He said, his eyes darting about, his sword materializing in his hand.

Abby had felt the cold chill running up her spine, making her skin crawl. She looked around then nodded at what Zeon said. "Yes, I felt it." She turned serious, her oh so happy personality disappeared.

The chill shot up Star's spine as well, causing him to flinch. Star didn't know what it was, but if everyone felt it, it couldn't have been nothing. He looked around with his guard still up. His bubbly personality started to fade, but not completely. "What was that?"

Mason stood up. "It's the orb." His voice was eerily calm, his every word framed by an unnatural tension. He cursed. His eyes darted left and right. When he also felt the sudden chill, he scowled. There was something else. Some power beyond his experience. "We need to go. NOW." (Sorry, sometimes I'm so into my characters I don't even know what I've typed. I didn't mean to offend the censors.)