Be care of what you wish for chapter 2

 
Be Careful What You Wish For.
 
"...You did WHAT!?  " Xikven screached over the phone. 
"I wish I wouldn't have wished for her to disappear..I didn't mean it, I was angry.." Brixujel murmmured sorrowfully. 
"One second, I'll be right back.  " Xilven said, setting the phone down on his bed.  Xilven got up, grabbed a book, and started flipping the pages.
"Dude, what are you doing?  A book couldn't help.." Brixujel said hopelessly.
"Just listen to me--you need to do.."
 
Minutes later, Brixujel was sitting in his room, candle-lit, and dark, salt in a circle, surrounding him.  He began to chant, closing his eyes, and breathing calmly, "Eum.  Eum!  EUM!  " 
At first nothing occoured, but after awhile, green smoke surrounded him, the wind sweeping the world around him up.  He couldn't see a thing, so he closed his eyes,  He felt like he was spiralling down into an abysse that would never hit the ground.  "AHHHHHH" he screamed, as he plumitted.  Suddenly, the feeling stopped. 
A few seconds ago, he was in his sisters destroyed room.
Now, Brixujel stood on a high peak of a mountain, viewing an unknown atmosphere.
"Where...Am I..?  " he questioned fearfully. 
Castles, mountains, and deserted, waterless land surrounded him.  The location he was standing at was a wasteland, full of doom, and threatening death at almost every turn.
"What if Molly's not okay here?  " Brixujel thought.  This pushed him past all the fear he was feeling.  "I must find her immediately!  "
Brixujel carefully ajusted his footing, and began climbing down the peak he was climbing.  With much care, he was near the bottom, but fell down, rolling onto the rocky ground beneath him.
When Jubriel awoke, he felt a peircing pain in his head.  "Ow!  What the hell?!  " he moaned, his hands flying to his head.  He opened his eyes, and a girl about his age stood above him as he lay on the ground.
"You..you look familiar.  Do I know you?  "
She ignored it, and kneeled beside him.  "So, you're finally awake.  " she cooed with a gentle, soft voice.  She had long, wavy, electric blue hair, that flowed peacefully behind her back, the wind teasing it.  Her skin was pale, and she was short, but cute.  A 16 year old would-be hottie, in the real word.
"What happend?  Where am I?  Who are you?!  " Brixujel sputtered.
"Woahh, calm down.  While I was riding my horse, I saw you knocked out on the ground.  I thought I better help, so I took you to my house..." she crooned.  Her face brightened up, and she sang out cheerily "By the way, my name is Arena.  What's yours?  "
"Brixujel...Arena, where are we?  " Brixujel insisted.  "And what in the world am I wearing?  "
" We're right by the castle, almost.  About a mile.  And your clothes are hanging over there.  " Arena said with a giggle, pointing at the line of hanging, dry clothes.  "They were so piled in mud, they took 15 minutes to wash, each!  " 
Brixujel blushed when he heard this, and thanked her graditudefully. 
"So, how'd you get so muddy in the first place?  " Arena inquirred, hanging her own wet clothes on the closeline above her while Brixujel was dressing in another room.
  "Well...I came here, looking for my sister...Because..she sorta disappeared.  " Brixujel said shamefully. 
"How?  "   Arena asked.
"I..Uh, I wished she was gone.." Jubriel muttered silently, his head looking at the ground.
"Oh.  " Arena said solemly.
A hush fell over the room for a moment, then Arena started speaking.  "That's alright..I understand what you're going through.  "
"You do?  " Jubriel asked sadly, concern ringing in his voice. 
"Yes, as you assumed by now, I'm not from here.  I'm a 15 year old girl, who once roamed the streets of Philadelphia.  " she sighed.  "I miss my family.  "
"You're that girl!  You were missing, and you were on the news.  It was the biggest story ever, because there wasn't a single trace of you,  " Brixujel exclaimed.
"Well, except for a distroyed room, permafrosted in ice.  They can't search in there, now.  "