"We're all waiting for you, Misty." the swamp witch heard a voice say from the ending of the class, but was too focused on the frog to recognize it. She brought the frog back to life again, just to find it dead again. She sobbed, hearing the laughter of her former classmates increase.

"Sequere Lucem." the voice continued; its echo filling the room as it spoke. "Venite ad me."

Misty raised her eyes from the toad, the image of Cordelia crossing her mind. She was kneeling in the ground, sobbing and crying next to her lifeless body. I need to get out of here. After some seconds of gathering the courage she needed, Misty pushed the professor aside with a quick movement and ran to the door, avoiding the stools and backpacks that rested on the floor. Her feet were hurting and her mind felt dizzy, but she didn't care. She had to get out of there.

"Look at that, you have guts." someone laughed. Misty stopped dead and looked at the origin of the unknown voice. A man stood next to the classroom door and looked at her with an evil smile on his face. His eyes were coal-red, and he wore a black tuxedo jacket and a top hat decorated with bird feathers that covered his dark dreadlocks. "Your time is almost up, Misty Day. It's time for you to choose."

"To choose?"

"Once you cross that door, Misty Day, you will be condemned to oblivion."

"What do you mean?"

"Everything will be forgotten, including your memories about your life. You won't remember who you were or anyone you've met before this day."

"Are you saying that I won't remember my swamp? Or Stevie's songs? Or Cordelia?"

"That's the price of escaping hell."

Misty closed her eyes, forgetting the laughs that were still heard behind her and focusing on the memories that had started to cross her mind. The life in the swamps; the day she had met Zoe. The day she had arrived to the coven, looking for safety and finding it in the headmistress' touch. The time they had spent on the greenhouse together, Cordelia teaching her how to revive plants with the help of spells and enchantments. How she had always supported her, even in the toughest times. She remembered the time Cordelia pulled her close in the greenhouse, right after she had succeeded on enchanting a plant, and she had thought that the woman was going to lean in and kiss her. She remembered how she hadn't had the courage to do it herself after the woman had told her that they made a great team, and instead she had giggled and looked at the plant with hope that someday she would be able to tell her. But she had no more time, and she didn't want to lose her memories.

"Have you chosen, witch?"

"Time's up."

"No…" Cordelia cried, watching the last grain of sand of the hourglass fall slowly, as if time had suddenly stopped. She couldn't lose Misty. She was the only one that understood her; she was the only one in that house that didn't deserve to die. Cordelia closed her eyes, feeling the tears run through her face as she remembered Misty's adorable smile that same day, when she had finally succeeded in moving the candlestick. She remembered how the swamp witch had always needed a little bit of help to do magic, and how she had been the first person Misty had asked for help. She remembered all the time they had spent on the greenhouse, making basic potions and dancing to Stevie Nick's songs. She remembered how proud she had been of Misty, and how she had actually thought that Misty could actually be a Supreme. But the most important thing, she remembered how much she had loved her.

But that didn't matter now. Misty Day was dying on her arms, her skin starting to turn into dust as the grain of sand travelled down in the air. Cordelia hugged her body tightly, knowing that everything was about to be lost. It was then when she heard someone breathe deeply, breaking the silence that had been filling the room for an hour now. Cordelia pulled apart and watched the swamp breathing with difficulty as she slowly open her eyes.

"Misty!" Cordelia exclaimed, a genuine smile on her face appearing as she saw the grain of sand finally arrived to its destiny. She raised a hand to Misty's face, tenderly removing the golden flocks of curly hair from the witch's cheek. "Oh, Misty, I thought I had lost you!" she whispered, losing herself in the depths of the woman's green eyes. The younger witch finally opened her mouth and murmured the first words of her new life.

"Who… who are you?"

To be continued! Reviews will be very appreciated :)