The smell of Blood mingled with metal. “Who’s in here,” I say, teeth clenched, holding a metal rod.

Hearing something move—a screech echoes.

“Are you kidding me? Who let you out again?”

I sigh. Someone let the shadows out again! This is child’s play, _how petty. _

_ _Ripping my skirt, I prepare for a fight.

The shadow comes out, light reflecting revealing her wings.

“You get over here Matilda!”

I follow her around the room, jumping on the table. My skirt almost caught on a pole.

She laughs a deep breathy laugh.

“Get back in the lamp where you belong!”

She starts humming a song while I chase her. _Are you kidding me? _

I grab her by the neck and she disappears back in the lamp.

Suddenly claps surround me.

Preparing for battle, I grab my rod. My blood pressure cools once I realize, _it’s just my boss. _

“Congratulations, you passed.”

“Passed what?” I sneered, looking at him—his red hair _shining_ as per usual.

“You are bumped up to a warrior,” he hands me a necklace.

“Are you kidding yourself? I don’t need a title. I _am_ a warrior.”

He laughs. “Yeah right, you’ve only now earned it.”

“Thanks,” I smile fakely.

“Do you accept it?”

“No,” I reply flatly, handing him the necklace, then disappearing.

I watch his jaw tighten—_out of sight,_ in the upstairs loft.

“She will. I’m not giving up.”

“Sir, she won’t accept you.”

“Oh, you think so? Hm. Think twice, with _my_ Witt and charm?” He laughed pridefully.

_ I coughed. _

__

“Someone is going to hear you, _shut it.”_ My boss replies to his assistance.

She nods then shuts her mouth. That gullible, _poor_, girl.