The camera opens up inside one of the castle's very small rooms, where the walls were made of grey and cracking tiles. Although, the room had very vibrant colors, it still let off a gloomy and dim-lit appearance. Lining the tiled walls, were blue-flamed torches kept inside stone sconces. Directly in the center of the room was a very small table with only six people sitting around it, one of whom had a very silver beard and hair, while the rest all appeared to be young boys around the age of seventeen; they all had the same dark-green blazer and white shirt on. What was most curious about this blazer was the small, black drawing of a wizard that was imprinted on them. Resting on the table aside from their hands, were a tray of powdered candies; they looked like Turkish Delight and had a soft pink tone to them. It was a boy with sleek black hair and red eyes who spoke first:

Boy: Professor, I heard some news from Kassindrea Frazer that Professor Komrolfgy is dying. Is that true?

At once, the professor was taken aback by the demand of this question, but merely ignored it and replied to his question almost indefinitely.

Professor: I do not know the answer to that and even if I did, I am sure I wouldn't be allowed to tell. Plus, Ms. Frazer tells all sorts of gossip, most of which have been proven false.

This time, a curly-haired boy with broad shoulders who sat at the opposite end of the table to the Professor spoke:

Boy #2: I agree... Kassindrea is not the brightest anyway...

Boy: I see, thank you Professor and Merovingian-

Merovingian: Did you hear about Professor Lofty?

Boy: No?

Merovingian: Llama, how have you heard all the rumors and stories before half the teachers, but not know about Lofty?

Llama MacCarones' smiled sweetly, his expression was plainly blank as he read Merovingian up and down.

Llama MacCarones: I have my sources.

This time, a blonde-haired boy - who was ashen in the face and very pale - spoke over the intensity of Merovingian and Llama staring at each other, not breaking their glance. His voice was quiet but evidently confident.

Boy #3: Well, my father says that if he does die then it's rightfully so. Listening to Madam Kyphi Krakze, when we all know she loves half-magicals.

At this, all the other boys, except Llama, broke into laughter. Even the Professor who was flicking some of the sugar off the Turkish Delight, beamed slightly. Almost instantly, after the laughter died down, a small bell in a grandfather clock chimed. It was a little over midnight, and at this, most of the boys got up and filed out of the room; leaving the Professor with just Llama and another boy who looked strangely familiar.

Llama MacCarones: Professor Halmont, me and Nikos were wondering about something.

Professor Halmont: Yes?

Llama MacCarones: Well, it was actually Nikos who discovered it first.

Nikos looked shocked at these words, but before anyone could notice, looked down at his own shoes. They were both conveniently untied and he slowly bent low to re-tie them, in a decreasing pace

Llama MacCarones: It's about how if you enchant a person's most treasured item to acquire their power...

Professor Halmont: I'm sorry, m'boy?

Llama MacCarones: Well, he read that an ancient dark wizard did this and it was very difficult to defeat him. I wondered and wondered... but came to ask you about it.

Halmont studied him for a moment before saying in a very harsh tone:

Professor Halmont: Ah, yes... although... that branch of magic is very restricted and dark, even dark-magicals themselves fear of it. Plus, who would wish to acquire someone else's power? That's madness!

Llama MacCarones: Well, I quite agree.

Professor Halmont: But of course... this is only for knowledge purposes? Am I right? For knowledge about magical rules?

Llama MacCarones: Obviously...

Professor Halmont made a very deep sigh before resorting back to his calm, fatherly tone. He and Llama seemed to not of noticed that Nikos was there or that he was fiddling with his pockets loudly, as if he were looking for something to distract himself with.

Professor Halmont: Well then, m'boy... I suggest you take yourself and Nikos here to bed, before Komrolfgy has us all thrown out of school...

At this, Llama and Nikos turned on their heels and marched out of the darkly-lit room. On the other side of the crooked door, stood a piercingly, breath taking, cream corridor that bore the portraits of several past students and magicals through time. Lining the floor were magnificent marble tiles that matched the wall, whilst the windows were stained with moving merpeople and trolls painted on them. As the two marched on forward toward their left, one of the trolls on the window attempted to swing at them before realising it made no effect whatsoever. Neither of them spoke, until they had reached the end of the corridor when a blonde-haired girl stood in front of them. She wore a green badge on her blazer imprinted with the words:

Girl: Llama MacCarones...

Llama MacCarones: Desdemona... what is your last name again?

She took her time forcing a long sigh while rolling her eyes, before rounding onto him. Every time she said 'you're' she poked Llama in the chest.

Desdemona: Llama, you're meant to be a prefect which means you're meant to be patrolling the corridors with ME! And don't even tell me that you're sleeping schedule is ruined or that you're occupied with studying in the library!

Llama opened his mouth to speak, but Desdemona interrupted.

Desdemona: Also, don't give me that you were in Halmont's "little special group".

Desdemona mimicked these words off of someone that had a very high-pitched voice. Nikos attempted to not laugh at the impression, but immediately fell back to look at his shoes once he had caught sight of Llama's gaze.

Desdemona: Thronier has been talking about that group for weeks! It's all just a bunch of people with a lot of ties... rubbish is what I say. My dad's secretary for the Magical President and I didn't get in. Rebecca Williams didn't get in either and her grandfather was the chief of a dark-magical clan.

Llama finally opened his mouth to speak without being interrupted and spoke in a very harsh tone.

Llama MacCarones: Well, maybe have you even considered that the group is an all-boys' group? I appreciate you checking up on my monitoring for prefect but if you don't mind I need some sleep, as Halmont kindly said so...

Roughly, Llama hit Desdemona hard in the shoulder and carried on to stalk through another corridor. Only when she had started to scream his name, did he force himself and Nikos into a run. It took a while before they could no longer hear her screaming and had stopped in front of a small portrait of a tabby cat. Over the panting of the two boys'; the cat in the portrait spoke in a daring whisper:

Cat: Llama MacCarones and Nikos Lees... how both of your fathers were running around at this time of night as well... troublemakers!

Llama MacCarones: Shut up... just let us in.

The Cat in the portrait shape-shifted into a 3D door handle, almost as if it were magic. When Llama grabbed hold of the handle and pulled it open, a magnificent oak door stood in front of them. Many drawings of wild magical beasts such as; Gryphons and Banshees were shown amongst the drawings. As these beasts were all shown one by one, they began to move around the oak door in slow motion. From behind the door, laughter and a large quantity of warmth welcomed the two students into the secret room behind the portrait. Within the room, a lot of students were visible, wearing dark green blazers. The more they stepped inside, the more features the room revealed, including; a historic stone fireplace with beanbags resting directly in front, (in which they were occupied by some young-looking students) a dozen or so number of chairs surrounding a spindle legged table, along with many more portraits of wizards and witches also residing amongst the room's walls. Llama and Nikos stalked over to the closest table in which all the other boys in Halmont's group were sitting. Merovingian was talking to a very pretty girl, making her giggle every now and then. Three boys were sitting close together whom Llama recognised at once as Augustus Rawcett, Carson Redridge and Azzab Svenos. As Llama approached, their conversation grew louder.

Azzab Svenos: My father said Komrolfgy's gonna be attacked soon anyway...

Augustus Rawcett: But did you hear about that warlock attack in Spain? 19 dead non-magicals.

Carson Redridge: And I swear they re-started the death penalty against half-magicals...

At this, Llama sat down between Carson and Augustus and continued on Carson's story.

Llama MacCarones: Half-magicals? Why?

From a slight shrug, Carson quickly brightened up after considering this movement to be shameful and continued once more with his story from the look on everyone else's faces.

Carson Redridge: They're all filthy aren't they? Whole reason why half of all the approval schools are going bad.

Carson looked as though he was about be sick from what he had just said and moments later, got up from this chair and ran up an extended staircase. Augustus and Azzab leaned in toward Llama after this.

Azzab Svenos: We think he secretly is a half-magical...

Augustus Rawcett: But doesn't want to admit it...

The door swung open very loudly to reveal an angry Desdemona dragging a young boy by the neck of his blazer to the crowd of young students by the fireplace. She said something to all of them that made them appear shocked, making them all run up an extended staircase after Carson. At this, she folded her arms and left the room, looking pleased with herself.

Augustus Rawcett: I heard Rasputin has a crush on her... don't really understand why... she's so bossy all the time, but I guess she is more pretty than Rebecca Williams.

Augustus, Nikos and Azzab laughed at these words. The girl talking to Merovingian had stalked off and over toward the extended staircase while giggling to a second girl. Slowly, the room's inhabitants began to file out until it was just Augustus, Nikos, Azzab, Llama, Merovingian and a rather rough-looking boy who could only be guessed as Rasputin Thronier. They were all playing a very beaten board game when the door opened once again to reveal Desdemona and a ginger-haired girl. Llama was the one to call out to her.

Llama MacCarones: Finally found a Prefect Partner?

Desdemona gave him a meaningful look before heading toward the staircase with the ginger girl, talking about the weekend.

Augustus Rawcett: Rasputin, I don't know what you see in her. Sure, she's a pure-magical but hanging around with half-magicals like Eloise Michigan?

Azzab Svenos: Eloise isn't half-magical... I traced it far back enough to find she's a relative of the Souths' and Swanwaters'...

Augustus Rawcett: Still... the Souths' are not very respected Pure-magicals.

Rasputin shrugged but continued with the game. Llama however, did not. He was still staring at the spot where Eloise and Desdemona had gone through to the staircase.

Llama MacCarones: I'm going to bed...

The other boys seemed to not of heard him as he trailed his way to the staircase.

He was standing in front of Halmont and a cross-armed Merovingian. At the same time, Desdemona was whispering in Merovingian's ear... Abruptly, he found himself standing in Krakze House, his hand pinning Kyphi Krakze down into the concrete. She was gasping, unable to breathe. She lay, reaching out... he was then cornered by Professor Halmont in the middle of a street. Blurred visions occurred, ultimately leading to him sending brown sparks at a young girl he didn't even recognise... Suddenly, he was being surrounded by a huge golden beam of light, with a very elder woman's face submerged within. Beside it, stared a young face, the face of Sophie McDonald...

All of a sudden, he was now within a small black corridor. The only visible thing was him. He walked on further, but as he walked nothing else seemed to be changing. Only when he bumped into one of the black walls, did he hear something else than his own feet. A woman's voice. When Llama turned around, a woman with giant black wings and a long dress stood before him, she found his bump into the wall extremely amusing.

Llama MacCarones: Hang on... I know who you are.

Almost like she was faking it, the woman stopped laughing and stared into the boy's face.

Angel of Death: Of course, you probably have heard of me. The Angel of Death!

She raised her arms to reveal the blackened wings, and fully-black eyes. It wasn't a very pretty sight for the remaining parts; her skin was deeply burned and scarred, her veins wanted to rip themselves out from underneath the skin. When she lowered her arms, the blackness in her eyes disappeared along with the burns across her body.

Llama MacCarones: No... you're Elsa Popov...

Elsa looked shaken by the mentioned of her name and placed a hand where her heart would be underneath the many layers of skin. When she spoke, she now spoke distantly and had a hint of damage within it.

Elsa Popov: How do you know? Kadlin?

Llama MacCarones: Stories up at the castle of your sudden death.

With a click of her hand, a table decorated with primitive animal fur appeared out of thin air. Among the contents laid upon it was a snow-white stack of documents and a slithering ink bottle where the contents inside swirled satisfyingly around. There were also a strange plant swaying from side to side on the far corner of the table, every time it moved a little to far, it sprayed yellow liquid into the soil underneath it.

Llama MacCarones: Tell me, am I dead?

Elsa seemed taken aback by the brute force of this question before answering in a very calm tone:

Elsa Popov: No... I have summoned you. Of course, only very selective magicals have ever been summoned to talk to the Angel of Death.

Llama looked questioningly at her before noticing the many names of MacCarones' within the ginormous book in front of him. Two of them read 'Lue' and 'John' that were connected by a very small line from the side of each other. At the top of the page, several names and people were burned and/or missing from their frames.

Llama MacCarones: Why are they burned?

Elsa Popov: When a family member dies and goes on through the next stages... they are no longer eligible to be in the book. That is, unless one of them is to be revived.

She carefully flicked through the gigantic emerald book in front of her, until finally stopping on a single page with the large embroidered letters of 'Llama MacCarones' at the top. Below it consisted a Date of Birth and a Date of Death. When Llama attempted to get a closer look at the death date, Elsa tore a piece of the page away and snapped the book out of the room. The only thing that remained from the book was a space for a signature.

Elsa Popov: Don't think for a moment I don't know what you were about to do. Angels of Death may be curious beasts but we know everything that could happen in the future... Here.

She had handed him the small piece of paper where the signature was meant to be written. He took a look at the paper before gazing up at Elsa's powerful, brown eyes.

Llama MacCarones: What is it?

Elsa Popov: Those 'dreams' you had. They were actually an indirect warning sent by me. Visions from your future. Now, that is what we see from the evil, I want to talk about the good... These visions can be stopped, if you step into goodness... Pure-magical status, for instance, is an unnecessary and evil thing-

Llama MacCarones: That girl? Kyphi? and-

Elsa Popov: All will be challenging people you will face, if you carry on in evil's shadow. Yes, even Halmont will go against you... Not great things come out of evil, Llama.

Without another word, Llama had dipped the tip of the feather into the ink bottle and written his name delicately upon it. When he had finished, Elsa picked up some of the yellow pus and sealed an imprint of 'SbTAoD' (Signed by The Angel of Death) underneath the name. Almost instantly, the paper had been sucked into the darkness and disappeared from view.

Elsa Popov: That paper means that you have signed an agreement to turn away from the evil... I believe in you.

Her arms were raised once again, her eyes black and the burns and veins pulsating as worse than before. With one awaited sigh, she screamed into Llama's face as he awoke to the bright sun shining through one of the windows onto his bed, with the scream still ringing in his ears.

Llama was standing in front of Halmont's door with his arms crossed while Merovingian and Desdemona stood to the side of Halmont, clearly looking out into the corridor to where Llama stood.

Professor Halmont: Desdemona has kindly joined our group, we don't need you in this club anymore. I found out about her father knowing the President and her family being famous dark-magicals.

Merovingian sniggered at this response to Llama's outrage of being kicked out of the group. Desdemona whispered something into Merovingian's ear that made both of them laugh. At once, Halmont noticed their presence and closed the door in front of them. Although, Llama knew they would be listening through the door.

Professor Halmont: I am sure you will do well, and you have made friends with fellow Redridge, I have seen... but I kindly ask you, please... to go to bed.

Llama stormed away from the room and stammered through the corridor without even noticing Eloise Michigan failing to conjure a spell in front of Nikos Lees, or even two teachers arguing about a student's test. When he had a very heated argument with the cat on the portrait and had entered into the room, he found Carson Redridge sitting with an amused boy; Rasputin Thronier. He slumped into the chair in front of the two, rudely interrupting their conversation.

Carson Redridge: That's how you should ask her- oh, hi Llama...

Llama ignored this welcome and allowed them to continue. They talked for about twenty more minutes about a specific girl, before finally turning back to face Llama.

Llama MacCarones: Why are you not at the party?

Carson Redridge: He kicked me out-

Rasputin Thronier: I didn't want to go... more interesting business to talk about.

Llama MacCarones: About Desdemona?

Rasputin Thronier: Well ye-

Llama MacCarones: Don't worry about her, she's enjoying herself with Merovingian...