Arthur Turner and the Elevator Of Time

Darkness Over Manhattan

C h a p t e r N i n e ~ Darkness Over Manhattan

The Witch and Arthur had walked with the Wizard straight to the tower, and

they all, one by one, hurriedly climbed the wooden rope straight to the top,

or rather, it pulled them up.

Arthur opened the door and entered, giving them just enough time to slip by.

Once at the top, Arthur wasted no time, and began walking (or running)

towards the elevator.

The Wizard and Witch however, were mainly interested in the room in which

they stood. They had not been there in years, and had often doubted they

would ever return.

Even the Wizard, who never showed emotions much more than a suspicious

glance here or there, seemed to be deeply happy to be there once again.

Arthur didn't notice but halfway to the elevator, that they were not following,

so he stopped.

"There is no need to rush Arthur," The Witch said, clearly noticing his

anxiety to return to Marion, though she did not know that was the reason.

"We still have plenty of time."

"Yes, sorry, I...I wasn't rushing." Arthur said, embarrassed she had noticed,

and also quite displeased at himself for not just running in, and leaving

without them.

"What is it you are wanting to do?" She said, as they walked towards the

elevator.

"Oh,...nothing...I just..well...I didn't come to Time all by myself the second

time."

"Who went with you then?"

"Well, it was an accident. I had told her one of the elevators was working,

she wanted to be sure since she had heard they were all broken. So she

followed me there and pressed the button. And here we were."

"What is her name?"

"Marion Jones." Arthur slowed his pace, he felt his throat clog up, he wanted

to cry. Thinking now of how much he loved her, was somehow more striking

than normal.

Only the Wizard seemed to notice, but like everything, he kept it to himself.

Once in the elevator, Arthur was quit embarrassed when the elevator music,

played the most emotional music imaginable. He knew every one there could

tell, he was feeling deeply emotional, but thankfully no one said a word.

The only thing hinted at him, was a quick smile from The Wizard. Arthur

pretended not to know what this look was for so he lifted his eyebrows as if

to suggest so.

The Witch was quick to change her clothes, only taking a moment to pull

gently at the top of her dress, changing it into a white shirt, covered by a

brown jacket, jeans and heels.

By then the elevator had reached the bank. Arthur felt his heart beating

violently in his chest, he was again scared of what he would do when he saw

Marion. Much to his dismay, his suspense was known immediately, just a

moment before they set foot in the bank, when the music changed to a song

just as lively as his feelings.

"Finally, I've been waiting here for who knows how long." Arthur had found

when he walked out, a tall, mid-thirties woman with vibrant red hair,

standing right in front of him. He often had forgotten that the elevator wasn't

just used for his sake. He didn't want to wonder how long it had been held

up.

The lady walked into the elevator without saying a word to anyone of them,

muttering all sorts of things probably referring to the lateness of the hour,

and all sorts of tiny things she found she hated. Then the doors shut, and the

elevator was gone.

"There goes our ride." The Witch said, amazed at the rudeness the woman

had shown.

"It's alright," Arthur said.

"When I'm done with what I came to do the elevator should be back, then we

can go."

The Wizard and Witch, stood aside as Arthur slowly and frightfully walked

towards what he had feared so much.

Marion stood at the front desk, so she did not notice when Arthur walked up.

Her first thought, was where on Earth he had been all that time.

His usual stuttering was what started the conversation.

"I...uh...sorry to......are you..are you doing anything right now?"

"Oh hi, Arthur.” She said, as if she cared nearly nothing for him.

"Uh...hi."

"Did you want to tell me something?"

"Yes. I....we..." Arthur had decided much earlier on, that he would tell her

what he was about to do. He didn't know why, but he wanted to apologize for

leaving her for however long he would be away with the Wizard and Witch,

even though he knew she didn't care for him. But as he thought about it, he

knew she would want to come along, and even if she didn't, he couldn't risk

her safety.

Arthur began to brush aside his previous words, and nearly walked off again,

but he was stopped when the Wizard appeared and said to Marion, with a

face that made Arthur incredibly angered,

“Hello, Miss Jones, why don't you come with me?"

Arthur felt a sudden impulse to punch him in the face.

He would have, but he was to out of reach for that at the moment.

"Hello," she said, not enjoying the look on his face either.

The Wizard was well aware of how it looked, but he meant only the best.

He wanted to bring her along, to see how Arthur would react, seeing now he

really was in love with her.

"Please, come with us into the elevator." He said, leading her there.

Even the Witch showed a little annoyance, she didn't want to waste another

moment.

Arthur found there was nothing better to do than follow them in, perhaps

there he could throw a punch.

Marion, the Witch, the Wizard, and Arthur, all cramped into the elevator,

with Marion not saying a word.

Arthur reached to press the button, half hoping she would have to come.

"Miss Jones, we don't have enough time to explain, " The Wizard began, as

Arthur restrained his hand.

"but the building you and Arthur found yourself in, that is where we are

from. There is a wrong we are trying to right, would you care to join us?"

Arthur assumed that somehow the Wizard must have cast a spell on her or

"spelled" as they would say, to make her agree. Arthur knew, that Marion in

her right mind would never leave on a full day of work. However, as Arthur

was not aware, she had finished her work for the day, even though the

Wizard had spelled her even so.

"Of course." She said.

The Wizard gestured to Marion to press the button.

Marion stepped past Arthur, pressed the button, and the elevator began

working again.

The music of course, had become the most tense music that could ever be

heard. Arthur tried to calm his feelings so the music would quiet down, but

nothing came of that.

She had nearly touched him! His heart was at first beating violently, but now,

he was sure it wasn't beating at all. His heart had stopped, his mind could not

form a thought, and he felt sweat trickling down his back.

In the elevator, as it slowly made its way downwards, not a word was

spoken. Even though much was being said with no words. Arthur was still

trying to grasp what had just happened, and to get control of himself. The

Wizard and Witch knew this, and the Witch was not happy he was clearly

madly in love with Marion, knowing if she came along he would act like a

distracted i***t and not get anything necessary done.

The Wizard could tell she thought that, and for his own amusement, wasn't

happy she thought this, because of his wish to see them together. Marion,

well, she was unaware of all of this, except for the strange looking on

everyone's face which made her feel very awkward.

The doors opened quickly, and Arthur began walking out.

However, the Witch held the Wizard back before he could leave, and waited

till the Marion and Arthur were out to speak to him.

"Dirïnab, I know why you did this, there is no point or gain in bringing her."

She said, rather coldly.

"It's just a joke on Arthur, Diríet, nothing more." He said quietly, as if it

didn't matter to him.

"WE are NOT HERE for your own amusement. It's not like you to do

anything other then stand in the corner" Diríet was yelling at him now,"and

quietly STAY there like an i***t with no head!!!!! And I am tired of your

waiting on me to do all the work!!!!!!"

Diríet was already loosing control of her emotions, and her voice only got

louder.

"Every time! Every time there is a problem it is your job and my job to fix

the problem! But no! You don't! You always sit beside me agreeing with

everything I say and never DOING YOUR JOB!!!!! Not this time!!!! I WILL

NOT! LET YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME LIKE THAT, I AM TIRED

OF IT!!!!"

As the Witch said this, the Wizard at first took all her insults without a word,

and by the look on his face he did not seem to be affected by it. But when

she yelled, he noticed a deep change in her. He was now concerned for her,

and his face showed it. She began to speak again, but her face darkened and

she tripped over, falling hard onto the ground.

Meanwhile, Arthur and Marion were in the hall, waiting for the Wizard and

Witch. Arthur was tense all over, not being able to tell whether he should say

something to her, or just leave it. It took him far too long to decide, so

nothing passed between them.

Then they could hear the Witch yelling from the elevator. Arthur almost

walked in, partly to see what the problem was, but mainly, though he would

have denied it, to escape Marion for just a few moments.

However, Marion immediately rushed past Arthur and entered the elevator,

when she heard the crash. Arthur felt guilty for not caring as much as she

did.

Marion found the Wizard kneeling beside the Witch who was on the ground

unconscious.

"Is she okay?" She said, worried.

"She'll be just fine." He said coolly.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, she just tripped."

The Wizard took from his pocket, a long, wooden pen with no ink as it

looked at the end.

He held it from the top and closed his eyes. The pen, was now no pen at all.

From the very top came a golden light with what looked like dust floating

when the window is opened on a sunny day, and immediately she was

awake.

"What was that?" Marion said.

"A conductors wand."

"What does it do?"

"Nothing, it just channels my magic making it more concentrated and more

effective." He said, helping the Witch up.

The Witch seemed to be quieter than normal now, the hit on her head had

made her act quite different it seemed. Either Arthur or Marion would have

said something, but since the Wizard seemed he wanted them to be quiet

about what had just happened, they said nothing.

"Where are we going from here?" Arthur asked The Witch.

"Manhattan."

"Is there trouble going on there?"

"Yes, now stop asking questions." She said.

From there, no one said a word. The Witch was always the one leading, and

so since she said nothing, neither did they.

Through the door, two doors past the first one Arthur had entered the first

day, they walked into a room exactly the same as any other. It was here

Arthur could not restrain himself from speaking.

"You never explained, what are all these rooms for?"

"Every floor is a century, every door leads to a certain year, in a certain time.

Every window leads to a month of few certain countries. Every gate leads to

a particular day. It is very easy to get lost, though. The windows lead to

different places, though it may not appear so. Now, are you done?"

"I'm sorry." He said, wishing he had never asked.

The Witch quickly left Arthur's side, and walked up to Marion.

"Climb through the left window with Arthur. The Wizard and I will follow."

Marion nodded, still not sure what was going on.

Arthur was near to asking Marion to stay there so she was safe, however he

knew that she might take offense, as if he believed she could not take care of

herself.

So Arthur followed Marion, and quietly climbed through the window.

The Wizard and Witch, waited until they could see that they were halfway

down the steps, until they began talking.

Dirïnab began talking to Diríet in hushed tones.

"Diríet, you need to stop." He said, quite seriously.

"Dirïnab, I know what you’re going to say-"

"No, please listen to me. I love you. You have always been like a sister to

me, and I can't bear to see you go down like this. Before you know you will

end up like them down there." He said, gesturing to where Arthur and

Marion were.

"Diríet, really? I wouldn't do that."

"No, please listen," Dirïnab nearly began crying, his face looked very

worried every time he saw her like she was.

"I love you so, so much. You are hurting yourself, please don't do this,

PLEASE DON'T." He struggled to speak, trying to keep his tears back, but it

was no use. He was already crying.

"Please." He said weeping.

Diríet was touched by his feelings, but she was so very stubborn, which kept

her from agreeing with him.

"Look, Dirïnab. I love you too, but-" she began, however, before she could

continue, Dirïnab took her in his arms, and hugged her before he could

finish.

"You need to get control of yourself okay? I'll be fine." She said. He tried to

get out words as if to persuade her otherwise, but he couldn't speak a word.

Before he knew it, she was already out the window.

At the bottom, Marion and Arthur, waited as the Wizard and Witch climbed

down the last few steps.

They both knew something was going on with them, and they were scared to

know what. Arthur however, was less concerned, as he was presently

admiring how pretty Marion's hair was, wondering how on earth she made it

so.

"It is this one." The Witch said, when they had reached the bottom.

She pointed to the very first one there.

"How can you tell?" Marion asked.

"The names at the bottom."

"The initials?"

"Yes, we memorize them when we are young, so we can discern which ones

lead to which. They are the initials of those with the duty to look after this

particular day. Usually there are two for each."

The Witch walked up to the gate, and unlocked it. When it was opened,

without a word, for fear of the Witches temper, they all walked through, the

Witch being last.

Just past the gate, they found themselves turning a corner, on a very busy

street.

And just a little further, there was the most crowded place. The roads were

very thin, and quite packed. All around them, were buildings, rising higher

than Arthur or Marion had ever seen.

Cars were honking, people were walking on the sidewalks, back and forth on

their phones, or running with earbuds in their ears. Others were crossing the

street. It was a miracle no one was ran over.

Clearly they were in Manhattan.

What mainly caught Arthur and Marion's attention, was the Empire State

Building. They could see it from a distance, however they were still amazed

at it's enormous size.

It was 2:30 pm there, and darkness was no where near there. The sun was

just it the perfect spot to light the whole city.

The Witch was always right on time for everything, and was continuously

planning for things. And there, in that spot, on that day, at that time, she was

not a moment too soon, nor was she a moment too late.

She arrived just on time.

Just as Arthur and Marion, were looking at the Empire State, Building the

next moment, a dark fog began forming just above it, as if the building itself

was creating it.

The darkness began spreading rapidly. The sun was already looking as if it

was going down, and at 2 o'clock!

This dark cloud, was not like a shadow covering the sun, neither was it at all

a cloud. This was darkness.

"Darkness." The Witch said, in horror.

"They have Spelled darkness into physical form." She herself could not have

imagined they would have or could have done this. She now looked, for

once, unprepared.

The darkness did not only take the sky, it took the whole city.

In no time at all, the clouds began covering the sun, and lighting struck.

Thunder was crashing and banging violently with the wind. The greatest

storm Manhattan had ever seen, was just upon them.

The Empire State Building, was frantic. All of Manhattan, all of New York,

and even the whole United States, all who knew about this, were in an

uproar.

No one could quite explain why darkness was coming so early in the day.

Only those at the Empire State, knew of what had happened.

At just ten minutes before Arthur, Marion, the Witch and Wizard had arrived,

the visitors, workers, and people if all sorts there, were held up at the

elevators. None of them were working, and so they assumed that someone

was just holding them up for a long time. However, when nearly an hour had

passed, they could no longer stand it, so they told some of the workers there

about their dilemma.

They were soon pried open by the authorities.

The elevators though, were nowhere to be seen.

When a couple who was there for their honeymoon tried to leave, being that

they were late for their lunch, the doors would not open.

No one was able to get out.

Even a young man, with more weight than wit, tried to break the glass, but

there was no use in that, since he was thrown back by a gust of wind.

Everyone inside, was trapped.

The Wizards that were there, had entered through the doors, looking like

normal people and having no weapons. They used the elevators to go to one

of the first floors, where they used their magic to block off anyone trying to

use them.

The Wizards stood on the edge of the building, where there was a step from

the first floor, and the four Wizards stood on each.

From their pockets they drew a conducting wand and by doing so, Manhattan

grew dark.

Arthur and Marion, the Wizard and Witch, still remained at the bottom. No

one had seen this coming, and no one knew exactly what to do.

"What do we do?" Arthur yelled to the Witch over the storm.

"I...." The Witch was out of breath, no words seemed to come her.

"I don't know." The Witch looked more terrified then, than ever before. She

no longer had control.

The wind was howling across their faces, the rain was so blown about, it was

not falling all in the same direction. Lighting was everywhere, the thunder

was getting louder and louder, and in the darkness it was hard to see.

All was confusion, everyone there, (except for the Wizard of course, who

always seemed to have control) was silent with fear, and in that moment, no

one knew what to do.

"Why is this happening? What do they gain by making this storm happen?"

Marion yelled.

It was in that moment, before anyone could respond (and no one would have

any way) the darkness grew darkest over the building and collapsed down

onto it, destroying every inch that it touched. A loud banging sound rumbled

throughout the city.

Next, the building just beside it, the same thing happened.

In just two minutes, two of nearly the tallest buildings in the world, were

destroyed, and now were crumbled to the ground.

Almost everyone in the city, it seemed, was screaming. Their screams mixed

with the wind, creating even more chaos.

While Arthur still stood there, spell bound, he heard a faint whisper over the

wind.

"Arthur, you seem to be able to go through anything we can't. Go to the

building and stop the Wizards. I will follow, my magic might be able to stop

them for a while." The Wizard said, calmly, as if he had had this planned all

the while.

"What?"

"Go to the tower, I will follow and we might be able to stop them." He

repeated, a little louder this time.

Arthur looked at Marion.

The Wizard could tell he was only thinking about her safety, so he said

turning to her;

"Marion, the Witch is sick, take her inside, and here," the Wizard felt in his

left pocket, but didn't find what he was looking for, so he looked in his other

pocket. He took from it a small tear drop shaped, container with no apparent

opening, filled with a strange blue substance.

He gave it to Marion, and gave her a stern look, as if to say kindly, do not

misplace, or misuse this.

Marion didn't even ask what he meant by "the Witch is sick". She knew there

was no time, so she took it from him.

"Where do I take her?" She asked.

"Just inside that building. Once you are inside, pour a drop of this on the

floor, about an inch away from you. It will protect you. Now go, no time to

waste."

Marion nodded, and quickly helped the Witch inside, as she had begun to

faint just a moment before.

The Wizard began running.

"Hurry!" He yelled to Arthur.

Arthur and the Wizard both ran as quickly as they could, running against the

hard winds pushing against them.

The doors to the building, the Wizard found he couldn't open. Arthur

however, opened them the first try.

When they ran inside, they immediately ran to the fist elevator there, and

rode to the top.

The Wizard was worried that Arthur might be hurt, so in the elevator he told

him to stay close to him, so he would he safe.

Marion and the Witch walked into the first building they saw. Inside, it

looked to be a small coffee shop, however now because of the storm, it was

broken down in various ways.

The Witch had almost collapsed on to the floor, but Marion was able to catch

her, and help her sit in a chair she pulled up.

"Are you alright?" Marion said.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." The Witch said, panting with every breath.

"What is happening to you?"

The Witch said nothing. Instead she pointed to the bottle in Marion’s hand.

"What? Do you want me to use this?" She asked.

The Witch nodded.

Marion walked a step forward and turned the bottle over. At first it didn't

look like anything would come from it, but then one single drop fell from the

tip, and fell onto the ground.

What happened next shocked Marion immensely.

From that single blue drop, a wooden tree, with no bark and no leaves, grew

in a split second.

The tree continued to grow and the next minute it formed a giant wall,

covering Marion and The Witch from the ceiling and deeply rooted in to the

ground. Nothing could get through that wall. They were safe.

The winds quieted down (though not on the outside) and the screams had

disappeared.

Finally the Witch could breath better, and soon she was more herself.

Marion offered her a glass of water, but the Witch explained there was no

way out until the danger was gone. So Marion suggested that the Witch use

her magic to create something that might help.

However the Witch said she could not, since using magic would take too

much from her at that moment.

Marion and the Witch sat in their small space in the small cafeteria, for as

long as it would last, waiting, and not a word passed between them.

Arthur and The Wizard had finally made it to the top.

Through the window, they could see what was where they stood.

"How are we going to get up there?" Arthur asked.

"I don't know. Stay here Arthur."

The Wizard walked to the window, with Arthur far behind watching.

Instead of using his magic, the Wizard needlessly broke open the window

with a chair, that ended up falling out of the building as he did this.

With the glass shattered, the Wizard put one foot out the window, and onto a

thin, three inch long ledge.

His other foot, he placed there too, and slowly and carefully climbed all the

way out, ending up on the side of the building.

The Wizard, while he had done various and even more dangerous things in

his life, his one fear was heights.

Perhaps the reason he said for Arthur to stay, was so that he wouldn't ever see

him as frightened as he was.

His quiet calmness was now gone. A loud yell came from his lips when he

looked down and how far he was into the sky.

He could feel himself falling right there.

When he looked up, he could see the tips of black shoes. All he had to do,

was climb a little farther, and they would be caught.

The Wizard took as much courage as he had, and lifted his hand as far as he

could. He would have gotten a firm grip on a ledge below the man, but

before he could, he felt a giant power and he was thrown backwards, and

began falling from the building screaming at the top of his lungs.

Had the building been any less tall, the Wizard would have fallen to his

death. It took him a good long while (or rather it seemed that way to him ) to

think, and find out how to stop his fall.

He was just a few feet from his death now, and he couldn't even move.

The Wizard closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. He was able, for just a

moment, to lift his hand, and a bright, golden glow came from it. And from

that, a wooden rope grew from his hand, and latched onto the building.

In the Wizard’s fear, he swung towards the building, and was smashed, face

first against the wall, and fell down hard, onto the ground.

Had the Wizard not had any Magic in him, he would have injured himself

greatly. However he was strong on the outside as he was on the inside. The

impact merely bruised him, and he was on his feet again in moments.

Arthur had watched the wizard fall. He tried and failed to catch him from the

window.

Thankfully, he saw his safe fall, and was glad he hadn't been hurt.

Another building just then, was destroyed by the darkness. Arthur was

running out of time.

He assumed, and rightfully so, that the Wizards had put something before

where they stood, so no normal human, nor a person like the Wizard could

go through. Arthur decided he would try it himself, in case he would be able

to get through it like everything else.

Arthur climbed through the window, and thought much less of what was

below than the Wizard had.

With his right hand, after getting the tightest grip he could with his left in

case he fell, he reached up and grabbed ahold of the ledge.

Arthur did not fall.

Nothing drew him back.

His first thought was what he would do once he arrived at the top. Though he

could enter anything the Wizard and Witch could not, he had no power to

stop them.

He felt quite stuck at that moment. There was nothing he could do.

Arthur looked down to see if the Wizard was still in view.

Arthur could see faintly, amongst the people there, the Wizard crouching on

the ground.

Arthur knew he wouldn't be able to get his attention by yelling or anything.

There was no use.

Arthur could feel his fingers slowly beginning to slip. He could not hold on

for much longer.

And so, without any more thought to it, Arthur quickly grabbed ahold of the

Wizards foot, and yanked it as hard as he could.

This set the man off guard, and he opened his eyes. Before he knew it, he

tripped over this own feet and began falling off.

The Wizard fell straight past Arthur, barely touching him as he fell. With

Arthur slipping, he too began to fall.

The darkness however, began fading. Not leaving, but growing just a bit

brighter. Because of the great amount of magic it took to create the darkness,

it took four men to do it. Without one of them, their power was less strong,

but it was still there.

The Wizard and Arthur fell down, down and down, both of them screaming

in fear.

The Wizard though, had more wit at the time than he had before. He quickly

used his powers, to form a rope, similar to the Wizards, and he and Arthur

dangled there, with Arthur at the top and the Magician below.

"I don't want to kill you!" The Magician surprised Arthur with those words.

His face showed he was being completely honest.

"I don't want to kill you either!" Arthur responded.

"Climb up!" He yelled.

The Magician nodded his head. Arthur was glad to know he was in no danger

of being hurt by this man at the moment.

Arthur grasped the Magician's hand, when he reached him, and they both

climbed back up to the top where the other three stood.

The Magician, had he of known Arthur intentions, would have tried to stop

him, however he could not see him.

Arthur walked up behind the other two Magicians, and knocked them both

hard on the head, making sure they fell backwards. Arthur stopped their fall,

and let them lie unconscious.

"What are you doing!?" The Magician yelled, seeing what Arthur had just

done.

"Help me! They need to get down!" Arthur said.

The Magician hesitated.

"They are unconscious! If you don't help me they could fall! I don't want to

hurt anyone! Please!" He said.

The Magician finally believed him, even though he would never trust him

again.

With a wave of his hand, a strange looking black creature, as large as Arthur

had ever seen, appeared in the sky flying towards them. It looked as if a crow

and a dragon were somehow morphed together as one. It had a long, skinny

body, and bony wings. Its eyes were black, and so it looked as if it had none

at all.

Arthur and the Magician, quickly laid the two men and themselves onto it.

The creature flew down and landed with its claws clutching the window

frame on the edge, just in front of the broken window.

The two men were quite heavy, but Arthur was able to set them carefully

onto the floor.

The Magician dismounted the creature as well.

With a word from the Magician, the creature became a giant statue of

whatever it had been, and he then pushed it out the window.

It fell to the ground, and shattered everywhere.

Marion and the Witch had waited nearly and hour.

The Witch had fallen asleep, and Marion was all alone.

Just a little while later, the wall began decreasing, waking the Witch up with

a jerk.

The wall that had protected them was now gone.

Marion supposed this meant they were safe.

Sure enough, Arthur was there behind where the wall had been.

"Marion!" He said, running to her.

"Are you alright?" He said.

"Yes, I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"Yes. The Wizards are gone now."

"That's wonderful!" She said with a big smile.

"We can go home now!"

Arthur's smile and happy attitude faded when she said that. He knew the

Witch and Wizard would need him for a lot longer. But he kept that to

himself.

"Yes." He said.

"Miss Jones, yes." The Witch said.

"When the Wizard returns you may return to your bank."

"Okay." Marion said.

The Wizard walked on through the door just beside Arthur, he still was

recovering from his frightful experience on the building, and nearly dying.

However he looked normal again, and he no longer showed any emotions, as

usual, as if nothing had just happened.

"Dirïnab," the Witch said to him."I'm fine now, I think it was just a

Niomorlaeh." (Nee-ow-more-lay) "Nothing more. We need to get Marion

back. Are there any elevators in a building near by?" She asked.

"Yes, I do believe so."

"We need to get back to Time as well. Take us there." She said.

Although the Witch had said she was fine now, she could not hide the fact

that she needed to lean on the Wizards shoulder while they were walking out,

she looked much thinner, and her face was more pale now. No one would

ever dare mention it though.

Outside, as they walked towards the Empire State Building, it was amazing

to see how different the whole town was.

The sun was out again, but it seemed tainted by the previous darkness.

Everyone there was still scared and confused about what had just happened.

No one wanted to think about how many people had died.

However, the Magicians, although gone mad, did not wish to kill anyone.

Previously to what they had done, they had emptied the buildings they

planned to destroy and made sure no one was killed.

There were many injuries. So many people had been hit by shrapnel or other

sources of debris from the towers.

Arthur and Marion looked around in horror, feeling more sympathy than ever

before.

Once inside the building, that now anyone could open, the first elevator

there, they all walked into.

Marion pressed the button, and then they were off.