The camera opens up in the clouds in an expeditious speed. As it lowers, a wizard with a long silvery beard and robes whooshes past on a broomstick, whilst being chased by a helmeted witch. He lowered down on to a street where many more magical peoples conjured spells at each other. Quickly, the wizard with the silvery beard hopped off of the broomstick, standing before two witches sending spells at each other; the spells hitting their chests. He glanced around quickly, not caring to notice the amount of magicals lying dead on the floor or the two witches who had now casted shields to prevent the outburst of blue sparks flying out of the hand of a nearby elf. Glancing around, he had now taken to a run to the lining of houses on the side of the street. A pink haired woman hiding behind a fallen oak tree smiled up at the man before saying with a very rushed voice:

Woman: Hello... Abduleno. Have you seen Eloise anywhere? or the Clydes?

The silvery bearded man spoke with a very relaxed and hushed voice:

Abduleno: They're hiding in their residence. I must tell them... he's on his way, Torrimolina.

Her expression dropped as she gathered herself together and straightened up.

Torrimolina Eaversbee: As the last remaining Eaversbee, I won't let him get to them. I will do whatever I can... i'll get the Swanwaters' and Elmarettos'. He can't take them as well...

Torrimolina looked over the huge trunk and moments later pressed onto the huge bloodbath in front of her. It wasn't long until her pink hair was barely visible between the mass of spells. In contrast, Abduleno moved forward to where no spell was being casted. The house in front of him was gated by a small metal fence and had no front garden. It remained completely blank and no light was spilling out of it. Several times did the curtains twitch as a head peered outside. Disgustingly, the bricks protecting the house looked very worn and almost as if it were on the verge of collapsing. Cautiously, Abduleno pressed on forwards whilst completely ignoring the ongoing battle and moved into the small house. Though as small as the door was, with a single touch did it swing open to reveal a darkly lit household. The bottom most floor contained tables and chairs that were broken into small fragments and the other remaining objects that were either burned or seriously damaged. In the middle of the floor, was a fallen chandelier that had taken some of the stairs with it. The steps leading upwards were creaky but loud enough to make the mice hiding in holes underneath them to leap out. Booms of spells from outside could be heard distinctly within the house, but could still be detectable of what it was. Faintly, some screams are heard in a hardly audible screech. Meanwhile, some whispers could be heard coming from upstairs.

Woman: We have to leave, Henrie. If we stay here any longer he will come.

Henrie: So, what then? We're on the run while we have to look after two girls? Cadenza, I thought you were smarter than that. We have to stand up to him.

Cadenza: Well, if we stand up then we're going to-

Henrie: Don't say it.

Henrie's heavy footsteps leaped across the room and came to a hault. It was - although not seen - apparent that they were embracing each other into a hug. One or the other started crying as their burst of outcry could be heard even from the bottom of the stairs. This time, a rather fragile voice spoke:

Voice: Mother... father... what is happening?

Cadenza: Charlotte honey, nothing is to worry. Make sure to pack Jasmine and your suitcases okay, honey?

Abduleno had now made his way to the top of the stairs. The crooked hallway was decorated with shattered picture frames missing their inhabitants. Disgustingly, the walls and ceilings were covered in the same black mold as was seen in St. Alastair's Hotel and Resort for Magical Peoples' walls. Similarly, the floor matched the same disgust level as the walls and ceilings as the floor also showed dirt and many holes poking from the carpet, to where it showed the weak, wooden floorboard. Charlotte's silent footsteps echoed away from the room that contained Cadenza and Henrie and presumably into an attached room ahead. Abduleno had now stopped abruptly in front of the door in which the two stood in and swung it open with brute force. Unmistakably, the door hit the wall and became slightly unhinged. Cadenza and Henrie both remained close together, heads in each other's shoulders; their foreheads touching and their hands grasped into each other. Cadenza wore her hair with a pale pink bow separating her bushy, curly hair from her head along with a matching pink dress. Henrie, on the other hand, wore a proud amount of hairspray and had clearly combed it; he wore respectable clothing to his death day. Abduleno's voice broke them apart:

Abduleno: What on earth are you two doing?

Cadenza: Abduleno! We were just... nevermind. What are you doing here?

Abduleno: He's coming... You all need to teleport. Griselda Bolton is waiting for you in New York.

Cadenza quickly turned toward a far collapsed piano in the corner of the room; several keys appeared to be broken off and the lid was completely torn away from its mother. She rummaged amongst the keys before sticking her whole arm into the piano itself. In a matter of minutes, she picked out something that shined in the moonlight; black and white baby photos. The chubby baby displayed on the photos appeared to be celebrating its 1st and 2nd birthdays, due to the wide cakes almost the size of elephants that stood in front of the fat baby.

Cadenza: Ever since Kassilyn died, it came clear to those in the approval year of 1965 in Krakze school that he was after all of us. First he stole Kassilyn's bracelet and then Judy's monocle. If he's after me... then he's after something I possess. Abduleno take these and don't give them to him... whatever you do.

Abduleno: Ms. Clyde, I cannot... don't you think this should go to someone else... Charlotte?

Cadenza Clyde: You know you have to take this.

Cadenza extended a shaking and bony hand toward the tall man in front of her. Abduleno scratched his beard for a couple of seconds, thinking hard; at last, he accepted the baby photos. Surprisingly, the booms outside had stopped and the screams had subsided. Cadenza and Henrie both embraced each other once more as the door flung open once again; it had finally flown off its hinges and hit the floor in a loud thud. Abduleno span from the spot to be face to face with someone young. But, they still had them piercingly red eyes. Llama MacCarones

Abduleno: Back away.

Llama MacCarones: Mortem Exspectabam!

(translation: Death waits for you)

A jet of fury brown sparks freed themselves from Llama's hand and groped onto Abduleno's chest. He flailed around before falling to the floor in a loud thud, but in a more quiet fashion compared to the door. Cadenza's screams could be heard in the background as the camera focuses upon Abduleno's limp body. Surprisingly, Henrie pushed Cadenza to the side and rubbed his hands together. Electricity flowed all around his hands, forming a blue barrier around his body; his eyes started to light up an aggressive shade of yellow.

Henrie Clyde: Fuelgo!

(translation: fire)

A blue wave of fire blasted itself from Henrie's hands while he screamed with the intense energy coming from the ball. Just in time, Llama waved his hand to the left; making the gigantic blue fire turn into a cluster of small water droplets splattering the ground, while other parts of the spell bounced off into mist. Once more did Llama repeat the same cold, lethal words:

Llama MacCarones: Mortem Exspectabam!

(translation: Death waits for you)

This time it wasn't Abduleno flailing to the floor, it was Henrie. Cadenza, without looking at the now two limp corpses on the floor, escaped to a room on her right. Inside this room stood Charlotte Clyde with a small pink suitcase by her side, she evidently looked no younger than ten. But, directly beside her was a crib perched on top of a stack of books. Inside the crib, it was decorated with the finest, silkiest and most comfortable blankets, that helped keep the baby inside of it warm. Cadenza, clearly on the verge of tears, hugged Charlotte and kissed the babies' forehead, when the heavy footsteps of Llama MacCarones could be heard stopping at the doorway. Slowly and reluctantly, Cadenza turned around to stare at the boy in the face.

Cadenza Clyde: Please not them... please... no...

Llama opened his mouth slowly with the look of deep anger across his face.

Cadenza Clyde: I beg you... please!

Llama MacCarones: Mortem Exspectabam!

(translation: Death waits for you)

Similarly of what happened to Abduleno and Henrie, had now happened to Cadenza. Her head raised a slight as a menacing scream escaped her lips, but not long before her body had now slipped onto the floor in front of Charlotte and the crib.

Llama MacCarones: Girl...

Llama took a step toward the weeping girl. Unexpectedly, she rushed toward the crib and muttered a couple of the words to it, before delicately kissing it on the same spot its mother kissed it.

Charlotte Clyde: When you are older, you will hear about this day from the adults...

Almost like she knew what was coming, Charlotte twirled on the spot to now face Llama.

Llama MacCarones: Mortem Exspectabam!

(translation: Death waits for you)

Charlotte's limp body fell on top of her mothers. Llama took another long step toward the crib, over the mother and child's bodies. He attempted to reach down for the child until a quiet voice could be heard; a familiar and calm one.

Eloise Michigan: Now, now Llama. I thought you knew better than this. Didn't your sisters death show you what terrible things happen to evil people in the end?

Llama MacCarones: And terrible things happen to good people...

Llama turned on his heel to be face to face with Eloise. A moment of awkwardness was shared between them as they gazed fixedly upon each others eyes. Until at last they spoke.

Llama MacCarones: Mortem Exspectabam!

(translation: Death waits for you)

Eloise Michigan: Portegas!

(translation: Protect me)

The fiery brown sparks bounced off of a golden barrier protecting Eloise. Slowly, but surely, the golden barrier enclosed itself around Llama, trapping him. Concealing him. Llama had now stopped sending the brown sparks at the barrier as more footsteps ushered into the room. A woman and man stood side to side by Eloise with their hands outstretched, ready to strike. Yellow bonds now extended out of the barrier wall, slithering towards Llama's body, attempting to trap him completely. Creepily, Llama waved his hand with a slight smile before teleporting, suddenly, into a cloud of black smoke as it leapt into a small crack in the floorboard below. The yellow barrier broke off into wisps of smoke, leaving the baby in the crib crying and the three magicals by the doorway looking stunned. Eloise rushed toward the crib, checking on the baby's health.

Eloise Michigan: Maison... Vexia... tell the others he's gone.

The camera now looked from Eloise's point of view upon the weeping baby.

Eloise Michigan: Tell them that the Clydes are all dead, apart from one.

Maison and Vexia both stumbled out of the room, carefully trying to not step on the corpses.

Eloise Michigan: We're going to take good care of you... Jasmine Clyde

a broken record starts to play

Five cloaked people walk through a forest with tree and plant closeups. 'Sxphie' appears in between the trees and plants. A minotaur eats a man while 'Kieghan' appears in the minotaur's eyes and shortly after there appears to be multiple broken pictures with blood over them containing dolls, demons, the photo of the Class of 1965, Judy and Llama and lastly is Great-McDonald with black eyes. 'Kalani & Kyphi' appear as a woman holds up a voodoo doll with her lips sealed by the thread. 'Cat & Hunter' appear as women stand and dance around a fire of burning witches and wizards, 'Smxthie & Aloro' appear as a man pours blood over him while another goes into a bath filled with blood. 'Rachel & Alwaysmunching' appear as the woman starts to stab the voodoo doll and the blood on the picture frames sucks back up and into the pictures with the cracks ceiling, finally 'Llamapocalypse & Nikoliko' appear as the five cloaked people run away from the man eating Minotaur and the forest starts to burn before one of the cloaked people shushes the screen into:

The camera opens back up to the small, narrow room where it left off in Episode 9. A door in the corner of the room sat silently watching the people in front of it. All around the room are glass cabinets containing shattered plates, goblets and cutlery along with dirty jugs, pots and pans. Several empty glass bottles within the cabinets are shown to contain medicine for various diseases and odd substances Sophie had never heard of before. Around the table sat Kieghan South and Kalani Samiskowski, peering into their mugs and at the liquid inside it. Toby Savannah sat on a wooden stool looking pale and had a solemn expression. Rachel Poppies was in a corner talking quickly in conversation to Sarah Allington and Jason Redridge about who else is fighting Llama. Meanwhile, Pyrder sat atop what appeared to be a beaten and worn refrigerator, clicking his fingers every now and then; allowing small pinkish sparks fling around the room. Jasmine Clyde was beside Sophie, remaining still and quiet.

Sophie McDonald: Who are we waiting for again?

Jasmine Clyde: Theodore Godwillow

Sophie McDonald: And who is this Theodore...?

Jasmine Clyde: He runs this protection thing. Supposedly he was a good friend of your great-grandmother-

Rachel Poppies: What does he do?

Rachel, Sarah and Jason had now departed from their deep conversation to take the seats directly in front of Jasmine and Sophie.

Jasmine Clyde: He's a bulwark.

Toby Savannah: A what?

Toby, Kalani and Kieghan had now joined in the conversation. Everyone seemed somewhat interested in what a bulwark was apart from Kieghan, Sarah, Jason and Rachel.

Jasmine Clyde: Bulwarks are self-governing people. They capture dark-magicals and help the people affected by them. They're really good at-

Pyrder Croaxelle: Bulwarks are the dirtiest warts of them all. Theodore is not a bulwark because if he was he wouldn't be with us.

Pyrder glanced towards the others to notice raised eyebrows and solemn faces.

Pyrder Croaxelle: Nearly all bulwarks are part of the dark-magical clans... there is no way he'd be one. Theodore was within the ranks of protecting the last people Llama was after... Fiona Phoenix... Dawcett... everyone that was in the 1965 approval year at Krakze House. Llama's already killed more than half of them of course. Now he wants something from everyone who attended there this year. That is because he's after your power your ancestors had. Just think about it. Your great-grandmother. Your great-grandfather. Your mother.

Pyrder glanced at Sophie then to Rachel then to Jasmine.

Pyrder Croaxelle: Chelsea's great-great grandfather... Cat's mother and fath-

Sophie McDonald: So we're only being chased by Dark-magicals because he wants our power? Our magic?

Pyrder Croaxelle: Yes.

At this, the door had a rather loud knock which made Pyrder beam and Sarah shuffle in her seat. When the door was opened by Pyrder's shaky hands, a tall man stood in the doorway. Although the figure was very tall, it took him a couple of seconds to notice the many people sitting below him. For a very split second, Sophie gasped as she thought the man standing in front of her was dead. But then, it became very apparent that the paleness in his skin was natural. His gaze was longingly and hopeful for something to happen but it never did. His stroll was more like he was being pushed and he seemed very uncomfortable for no reason. The tone in which he spoke was as if he were bored.

Theodore Godwillow: Hello, Sophie. How long I have wanted to meet you.

However, before Sophie could even respond, and following Theodore's awkward stroll into the room, a girl with blazing red hair and a crooked nose and a boy with blue hair and an eyepatch walked carelessly into the room after each other. They both beamed at the same time toward the sitting people.

Theodore Godwillow: This is Vexia and Maison.

Vexia: Hi.

Vexia's voice was shaky and very adventurous. On the other hand, Maison was not very talkative and barely muttered a word. They had been talking about Arabella Chalkwood's new interview with Griselda Bolton about the attack in Ellie MacCarones' wedding, with whom she had not interviewed Ellie; but instead Aiden. When, according to Vexia, M.A.G.I.C. workers had caught about four or five dark-magicals and were very appalled to announce to the public about the attack. They just got onto the subject about where dark-magicals have recently attacked when a white orb flew into the room, landing atop the table in front of them. It left a mystical and almost sumptuous feeling in the air. When it opened, it revealed the transparent body of the young straw-haired gnome, Scyper Laydon. His voice was no longer deep or menacing and rather appeared high-pitched and in an echo, as if he was in a cave or in an empty room.

Scyper Laydon: Theodore, Vexia, Moose.

Maison grunted at this name and quickly stared at his boots before anyone could glance towards him.

Scyper Laydon: We have gathered information from Emerelda that they attacked Agatha's household. Agatha, Elizabeth and Sofia have all traveled by teleportation and they need your services.

Theodore Godwillow: Very well then, thankyou... Gnome.

At once, Scyper had put his foot back into the orb as it started whistling and traveled back out through the chimney. Vexia and Maison had already teleported upwards through a mist of white smoke, which looked oddly like they were chasing after him.

Theodore Godwillow: You eight.

He stared at the housemates, Jasmine, Sarah, Jason and Toby.

Theodore Godwillow: I want you to stay here... it may not be safe... Pyrder, come with me.

Theodore had now teleported upwards with Pyrder clinging on to his thin arm. However, before either of them could stop her, Sophie had leaped from her position and clenched onto Pyrder's ankle with Rachel attempting to pull her back. All four of them had now teleported upwards and could no longer see the expressions of the other faces behind them. Pyrder also didn't seem to of noticed Sophie's firm grip onto his ankle and looked deeply ahead of himself. They were traveling rather quickly through what Sophie thought where the clouds. Below them lined tiny little streets and lampposts that filled the towns and cities below. With a squint of the eye, Sophie could just make out tiny little dots of cars and squinting more intensely, the silhouettes of people. Several stores still had their lights beaming out onto the surrounding roads.