Captured (Completed but editing)

Chapter Four

know you can do that for me. You're a sorceress!" Periwinkle looked

troubled. "That is against the laws. I am sorry. I can't help you, Rayce."

Periwinkle said sadly. I could feel anger building in my chest. "You can't be

serious! This is just one simple spell and you can't do it just because of those

stupid laws? I can't believe it. You used to grant my every wish!" Periwinkle

bit her lip. "So sorry, Ray." After giving me a sad smile, she disappeared. I

sighed. Fine. I'll have to make another plan.

Geriatric, a witch that lives up in the mountains and she is my mother's best

friend. After stating my wish to her, she agreed to brew the potion. She insists

on not receiving any payment from me. So I gave her one of my necklaces as

a gift.

My brother is waiting for me at the gardens. "Did you succeed in getting that

potion?" I nodded. "Yeah. Pour the whole bottle into Amy's drink. That should

make her sick." Darren bit his lip and looked at me. "Well, can you, um, do

that for me?" I frowned. "Hey! Fine, but you have to do something for me. Buy

me a beautiful ball dress." My brother sighed. "Okay. Deal."

They've just got back from their walk. Amy, Robin and Taylor. I asked a

servant to make four cups of tea. I secretly pour the bottle of potion into one

cup of tea, invited them to have some tea and gave Amy the tea with the

potion. We sat and chatted for awhile before leaving the living room. Mission

accomplished! I thought to myself.

(Robin)

Amy was feeling uncomfortable. The ball is today and I'm worried she can't

go. "Robin. I think I have a fever." she whispered. I stroke her head. "It is

starting!" Weaste cried. She was dancing in my room. I held up a hand. "Amy

is sick. Please be quiet!" Weaste gave a small cry and flew towards Amy.

"She has a fever! Call the doctor!" I shushed her. "If someone hears this,

we're all dead." She frowned and took Amy's hand. "Very cold. I think I know

someone who can heal her but the ball will start at another ten more

minutes." I took one of Amy's arm and draped it over my shoulder. "I don't

care." Weaste shrugged and took another arm.

The forest was thick with dew. " Periwinkle! Periwinkle! Where are you?"

Weaste shouted. "What is it Weaste?" A beautiful girl shimmered into view.

Weaste grabbed her hand. "Amy is sick. Please heal her!" Periwinkle laid a

hand on Amy's forehead and shook her head. "I need a few days to find out

what is the cause. When I'm done, I will pay you a visit." Then she

disappeared. Weaste sighed. "Lets wait then." I bit my lip. "What if s-she

lied? What if s-she c-canno-t heal Amy?" Weaste patted me on the back. "It