Skit felt as if her legs had been turned into tree trunks. The glowing orb seemed to stare right back at her, and she felt both terrified and entranced at the way it seemed to dance in her fingers. Her mind scrambled for thoughts, but none seemed to form. She only felt impending doom. The colors in the orb were unimaginable, and all of a sudden, she felt nauseous, as if moving a great distance while standing completely still.
Standing not too far away was a boy who dashed to her, yelling her name. And just like that, she vanished and the orb crashed to the floor in pieces.
