That turned dark quickly. Instead of the blue eyes of love being in our heads, it was a storm of fire and flame. Bright and hot tongues of flame jumped from the eyes, searing the skull to reveal a ghostly skull with two eyes and a small, perfect mouth. I was too entranced to scream. A low voice echoed from the dead, burning skull, and the voice belonged to an infant that should have been a child. “You will do as you are told. You will find your husband and wife and kill them and you will find the pagan girl and sacrifice her.” A flash of anger hit the creature of fire, and the eyes flared with an evil red. A loud, angry shout came from the creature, and it seemed to spit at us. The fire flared again and left a black imprint on the eyes. We both fell back to our respective knees and gasped. I could hear the creature laugh behind us. A loud ‘Aah’ escaped through the flames and filled the darkness. Then I felt fingers pulling the spellbook out of my hands. The next thing I knew the world and we were flying through the air. The thunder and lightning faded and the rain fell around us. We floated several hundred feet in the air, being carried by a cyclone of air that whirled us around. Everything was a green-gray black, but then a blinding white light shone around us. The cyclone ceased and I found myself on the ground beside my sleeping bag, the book still in my hand. The night was as silent as it had been before. It was as if the noise of thunder had never happened. I looked at the book. A few tiny tears formed in the pages at the places where the spell had damaged it. I shivered, and my breath fluttered from my lips as if I was about to cry. The wind howled in my ears. My eyes burned with tears and water. I didn’t know what happened, and the words of the spell didn’t seem to be able to make up for what happened. I didn’t know what to think. I wanted to go back to the last minute in time where everything was normal. I hadn’t asked to see the shadows of the dead. The shadows were trying to tell me something that I didn’t get. At the same time, I wanted to go back to the night when the old woman was telling the story of the magic in the book. I couldn’t understand it. Why would a book be the key to life and death? Why would the dead have secrets that could affect us? If the eyes of love were in our head, why did we hurt so much? If the book didn’t have powers, then why did it make things so violent? I sat up and let out a scream. A shadow had fallen over me. It was a tall, thin shadow that was as big as my foot and was in the shape of a human. I tried to back up, but the shadow stepped in my way. I turned around and everything in the world went still. The rain stopped. The sound of the night was gone. There was nothing except the dark shadows of the dead. “Why have the shadows of the dead come to me?” I asked. I heard only a soft laughter behind me. The shape of the shadow melted away. The air around me seemed to swirl and pull into the shape of an invisible hand. It wrapped around my wrist and pulled me into the shadow. Everything went black and silent as the wind stopped whistling. As the darkness faded, I found myself sitting in a chair. It was a cozy chair, with warm red walls and a wooden floor. There was a fire in the corner of the room. On the far wall of the room was a dresser. There was a mirror on the wall above it. The mirror was covered by a small painting of a woman. The woman in the painting was beautiful. The painting was a portrait of my mother. The reflection in the mirror was the exact copy of her face and the way she moved. My heart was pounding. I was trembling and couldn’t control myself. I stood up and walked towards the mirror. My reflection sat. My hair hung on my face. It was a mess. My eyes were dark. My skin was pale. I looked like a ghost. I looked like the dead. The dead looked in the mirror and stared. I didn’t know what was real. I looked at my fingers, and they were pale and thin. My hand touched the mirror. The surface gave slightly and I felt wetness on my hand. I looked down at my hand and saw red blood splattered on it. It wasn’t real, and neither was the mirror. I looked at the image of myself on the wall, and I tried to touch the mirror again. My hand did not pass through. I looked closer and discovered a small cut on my face. There was a wet red mark on my cheek, and a drop of blood seeped through. A tear ran down my face and climbed to my chin. My head started to feel weird. My eyes started to hurt. They burned. The room started to spin. I screamed and the wind started to blow. I ran away from the fireplace. It started to warm up and become weaker. The wind rose around me. The mirror broke as a gust passed through it. A shadowy hand reached out and grabbed me. The cold was numbing. I could see it in the shape of the hand in front of me. I wanted to be away from it, but I couldn’t escape. It grabbed my arm and threw me towards the wall. It was hard to see what was happening in the shadows, but I saw its eyes flash green. It was killing me. I felt my breath being taken away, and I lost my energy. It stopped, and I collapsed on the ground. My vision started to blur. There was a moment of darkness. Then I heard a splattering sound. I blinked. I saw the shadow move towards me. Its eyes were burning green. It picked me up and lifted me into the air. I screamed and screamed for it to let me go, but it didn’t. It flung me against the wall and I saw red. I was falling to the ground. My eyesight was blurred and everything looked like it was moving slowly. I could see the shadow walk towards me. The glass in the mirror shattered. There was nothing that would save me. The shadow took one last look at me. It disappeared. I fell to the ground. I wanted to die. The red mist grew thicker. There was no way out. My heart started to beat more and more quickly. The pain was becoming worse. I wanted to die. I looked at the glass that had broken. It was red with my blood. I wanted to die. I tried to die. I fell into a deep sleep. It was peaceful. It took away all of my pain, and the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the night ended. Everything seemed to return to the way it was before. When I woke up, I could tell that it was day time. The sun was bright and brilliant. The sky was still a brilliant purple. The grass was green and the air was calm. I got up and saw the glass