HIGH SCHOOL DIARIES (A Tale Of Love And Deception)

BACK IN IVORY HIGH

Mrs. Hayley Anderson was pacing around her office. The blood moon had risen, and she knew this was bad news because it meant the Black Dragons were closer to their ritual. So far, they had not caught any members of the Black Dragons; the Divine Hunters were losing. The position she took in the school was specifically for this purpose, but nothing was happening, and the calamity Damian and Abigail almost caused within the school had nearly cost her the job.

She was not getting anywhere, and the most shocking thing was that the students of the school seemed to have forgotten about the clash between Damian and Abigail. This could only mean that highly dark magic was involved.

"Good morning, ma. The priest is here; he demanded to see you. He said it's urgent."

Hayley sighed. What could have happened now? The mysterious death of Lamia haunted her to this day. Why would Damian kill his lover? What the hell was that guy thinking? No, she would win—nothing would stop her from destroying the Black Dragons.

"Okay. I hope no one saw him arrive."

The messenger nodded sheepishly. Hayley looked around and left the hall. Heading to the car park, she entered a Porsche Mercedes-Benz and, directing the driver, sat down majestically while staring at the moon, which loomed eerily over the school. The total darkness had been dismissed as an eclipse of the sun, with many saying it was all normal.

Arriving at a bungalow, the car came to a halt. Hayley stepped out, adjusting her floral gown and dark sunglasses. She ventured into the building, following the messenger's directions. Stopping at a room, she entered and found an old man sitting. There were large holes in the man's eyes; he was blind, yet he could walk and see, which was surprising.

"Welcome, dear. But you're late—this is no time for lateness. Darkness is spreading around the world, and you Divine Hunters are doing nothing. Do you know the implications if the Black Dragons succeed with the ritual?"

Hayley frowned. It wasn't her fault; the Black Dragons were simply undetectable. And wasn't she new to the school? How was she supposed to identify them so quickly?

"I'm trying my best, and the Black Dragons aren't the only threat. There's a new person who came to the school, and he's a witch—but the dark type."

The priest faced her, his eyes wide as saucers.

"You mean the Dead Witches? A descendant of the Dead Witches is alive? And you allowed him to stay in the school? Don't you know the implications? If he's here, that means the Dead Witches are making their comeback. You know how deadly that is!"

Hayley frowned. She wasn't expecting it to turn out this way. But wasn't he part of those who would eventually destroy the Black Dragons? Didn't they need someone with the power of a god and a witch? He was a witch—so why the fear?

"I believe he isn't evil, and something tells me he knows the members of that evil cult group. He might be of help."

The priest stood up and walked to Hayley, nodding his head.

"I see destruction coming to Valemont City. I see everything burning, and the origin is from Ivory High. Someone from that school will bring the downfall of everything. People will die, and I envision an apocalypse that will end the human race. Find the savior—the one with the power of a god and a witch—or destroy the leader of the Black Dragons this moment."

Hayley could feel her pulse tightening. What should she do? She had overheard Damian and Abigail fighting. She had witnessed the most brutal fight ever, but shockingly, everything returned to normal. The classroom looked as though the fight had never happened, and worse still, everyone who had witnessed it seemed to have forgotten about it, as if it had been wiped from their memory.

"What should I do, old one? You're one of the oldest hunters, so please help. I'm helpless. I'm suspecting Abigail—she's giving off a great evil aura. But I can't confirm it; it's as if she hides it so well."

The priest looked solemnly at his walking stick, then spoke.

"When the time is right, your savior will come and rescue the whole city and school. For now, stop the ritual from happening. Go to the library, look for a book without pages, turn it, and storm the building. Do everything in your power to stop the ritual because, by 12 a.m., when the moon is at its peak, the ritual will commence."

Hayley looked petrified. The thought of what she had to do to make this madness stop made her skin crawl. But at this moment, thousands of lives depended on her. A great calamity was coming, and it would wipe innocent people away in its path.

The priest then reached into his pocket and brought out a stone, handing it to Hayley with strict instructions.

"Anytime the stone starts glowing, know that the chosen one is close by. Bring it to me, and I will do the rest. For now, try and stop the barbaric ritual."

Hayley nodded, carrying the plain-looking stone in her hand. She thanked the priest, then went on her way. But before she exited the building, the priest's final warning rang out.

"If this ends, know that your children have a role to play in the destruction of humanity. They are Children of Light—and the last dragon rider. You know what that means."

Hayley could feel her world crumbling. One of her children was a Child of Light. They were powerful, yes, but it meant all supernatural beings would be after her child because they possessed angelic blood. Their powers were massive and coveted by most supernaturals. As for the dragon rider—it was impossible to believe. Dragons were extinct, and a dragon rider coming from her family would bring all evil eyes upon them. They would never be safe again. The only thing she could do was never allow them to find out about the existence of supernaturals. Even though it was hard, it was the only solution.

"With all due respect, sir, enough. I won't let any harm come to my children, so keep your prophecies to yourself. Let me handle this one on my plate."

Hayley sighed and hurried out, not glancing back at the priest. She was running out of time, and that was the last thing she had right now.

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SECRET PASSAGE

A meeting was going on in the Black Dragon sanctuary, orchestrated by Peter Lockwood. He was planning on sacrificing Abigail to the Black Dragon. The plan was simple: they would invoke the help of Asmodues through an ancient spell, forbidden in all dark realms. But they needed it. Peter needed to get rid of his lousy daughter before she caused more dangerous acts.

High ministers were gathered around the throne, while others sat back and watched beside the long dining table used for festivals. Dinah and Sophia were among those watching. They knew about the plan to kill Abigail, and it excited them to finally witness her downfall. She was too proud, and death and torture were the only ways to humble her.

In front of the throne was an altar coated with blood, with various organs lying around. It was disgusting and bloody. The scent of fresh blood lingered in the air as Peter cut a little from every minister's hand. Their blood dripped onto the altar, and darkness followed the procession. Outside Ivory High, the moon radiated with dark circles.

Hayley, who had just arrived in time, knew the moment had come. Instantly, she made a call.

"Bring all the hunters you can find and meet me at the library. Today, we destroy the Black Dragons."

After giving strict instructions, Hayley went to her office. Bringing out a megaphone, she announced:

"Hello, students. This is your principal. The school is officially on lockdown. Stay indoors in your dorms. No one is allowed outside. If you are seen, you might end up killed."

Hayley didn't sugarcoat her words. It would do the students good to know the truth.

Several students gasped, rushing into their dormitories, clasping the doors and windows shut to avoid tragedy.

Back at the Black Dragon sanctuary, the spell grew darker. Instantly, the candles around the throne ignited, and Peter began the incantation.

"Oh, Asmodues, I beseech you, my lord and savior. Come and manifest upon your members. We, the Black Dragons, want to offer you the sacrifice needed. But we need your interference."

Immediately, a dangerous, violent wind began to blow. It shook the temple violently, throwing off unprepared members. In the chaos, the door opened, and a familiar figure entered. Abigail.

"What's going on here? Doing something without me? Is that fair? Whatever. Before you continue, I brought a gift for you, Daddy."

Peter stared at Abigail suspiciously. Abigail smirked, opening the box. Peter's scream echoed through the room. Inside was the carefully severed head of Ruth.

"How dare you, rat! Do you realize what you've done? What did she do? I was the one at fault, not her. She was innocent!"

Abigail laughed darkly.

"And that's the beauty of it. So, my people, I just realized you were planning to kill me, weren't you? How stupid. You expect Asmodues to kill his own queen?"

Gasps filled the air. "Queen" Peter stared at her and watched her change, her body twisting in a distorted image till it became a beautiful woman with long raven hair and emerald eyes. She was beautiful, and Peter could feel the raw power sipping from her.

"So, Peter Lockwood, now is the end of your journey."

Peter refused to believe it. No way he would allow that. He conjured a dark shadow and began chanting, but Abigail stamped her feet on the ground, and a powerful wind gripped him with force and began tearing his hands apart.

Peter screamed as the wind was tearing his body in shreds, leaving patches of his skin littered on the floor like paper. While in the process, she turned to the rest of the Black Dragons.

"Time to die, babies."

The ministers all combined their powers together, but Abigail laughed. She clapped her hands, and they all froze, looking like life statues. Even the children sitting down at the dining table were no different.

So, bringing out a huge pot, she conjured a big fire underneath it, and filling it with water, she placed the seven ministers, including Jonas, into it—a large, terrifying, ancient pot.

Minutes later, the pot began boiling, and the ministers screamed as their skin peeled slowly, with their bodies getting torn apart from their private parts till their internal organs were exposed. The chilling screams echoed through the air as the fire clawed its way to their faces, tearing off their faces and skin like a piece of paper. Large chunks of shredded flesh kept falling off, and Abigail smiled darkly and winked at Dinah, who was peeing on herself.

Joakim was about to enter the sanctuary when he saw the bloodbath. Instantly, he took to his heels and fled the sanctuary with his shoes in his hands, never once looking back.