“Are you ready?” Shamrock asked Clover.
Clover nodded. After being without her wand twice, she kept a tight grip over it. She didn’t want to face another night stuck behind a dresser, but she felt confident that even if this did happen, she would be ready for it.
Shamrock pulled out the mirror. It reflected two young girls running in the middle of an wide, empty street, tall buildings on either side. Shamrock set the mirror on the ground, and he stretched it to Clover’s height. “I’ll join you as soon as I can,” Shamrock said.
Clover stepped through the mirror. On the other side, the two girls ran past Clover. Clover turned toward them, and started running after.
The three ran for what felt like hours to Clover. She couldn’t catch up with the two, but maintained an equal pace. She called out to the girls, but they didn’t even look back at her.
Coming out from around a corner, Shamrock joined Clover. “What’s going on? Why’s everyone running?”
“I dunno, but I keep seeing the same buildings, I think.”
“Did you ask those two why they’re running?”
“I can’t catch up with them!”
“Not even with magic?”
Clover stopped, causing Shamrock to stop, and go back to her.
“You did try using magic, right?”
“I guess I forgot…” Clover lifted her and into the air. “Um, what magic should I use?” She looked ahead. “I don’t see them anyone.”
“I do,” Shamrock said, pointing behind Clover. She turned to see the two running toward her. “They’re running over this same place again. And look at that!”
Dark spots appeared in the distance as bees filled the air, their numbers increasing quickly. The swarm moved like large vehicle down the street, their buzzing louder than any truck.
As the two running girls neared Clover and Shamrock, the dark-haired girl tripped. The other girl kept running, and passed by the two.
“You follow her,” Shamrock instructed. “I’ll help this one.” With a nod, Clover sprinted away.
Shamrock hurried to the dark-haired girl. “Are you all right? Can you stand up?” He looked up to see the bees about to pass by. Without waiting for a response from the girl, Shamrock dove over her, blocking her as the bees passed by. The loud buzzing caused the girl to cup her hands over her ears, and the bees repeatedly flying into the two forced her to close her eyes. Bees repeatedly stung Shamrock on his back, arms, and legs, passing over the girl.
Once the swarm left, Shamrock slowly pushed himself to the side, lying on his stomach on the road. “Are you okay?” he asked the girl.
The dark-hair girl, about Sarah’s age, looked back at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, taking a moment to think. “You okay?” she asked.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m a magical boy. This is no problem for me.” Truth be told, pain surged through his entire body. He wanted to cry, but hurt too much.
“You hurt,” the girl said.
“Maybe a little. Are you hurt?”
The girl shook her head.
“By the way, my name’s Shamrock. You?”
The girl looked at him. She thought for a moment. “What? Me?”
“Yeah, what’s you name?”
“My name? Arle.” She looked up, seeing the other girl running toward them, and the green-haired girl following behind. The first girl passed by the two, but the other stopped.
“Shamrock!” Clover exclaimed, stopping. “What kind of magic should I use to help?” She fidgeted with her wand. “I can’t think of any!” She looked back. “The bees are right behind me!”
“Take Arle and keep running,” Shamrock said, his voice weaker. His body started to fade.
“I’m not leaving you here,” Clover told him. “Those bees’ll hurt you again..”
Arle looked at the jewel on Clover’s wand. “Green,” she said, causing the two magical kids to look at her. The looked looked at Clover’s hair, then into Clover’s eyes. She looked at Shamrock’s hair, then into his eyes. She looked over her shoulder at the nearing swarm, then turned her gaze back into Clover’s eyes. “Dream ice.”
“Dream ice?” Clover asked. “What d’ya mean?”
The girl repeated, “Dream ice.”
“Try ice magic,” Shamrock suggested, his voice almost muted by the approaching buzzing.
“Oh yeah,” Clover said, standing. She faced the bees as they reached her. She eyes her eyes, and cupped her open hand over her mouth as bees bumped into her. “We learned that bugs die in the cold.” She lifted her wand, hitting bees aside in the process. She felt stings on her face, arms, and legs, but she kept her wand held high. “Make a cold igloo!”
Blocks of ice fell from the sky, landing around the kids, and crushing bees underneath. The ice blocks stacked one over another, until a half-sphere of ice surrounded the them. Bees inside the igloo fell to the ground.
“You have to help the other girl, too.” Shamrock, now barely visible, struggled to breath. “I’ll see you later.” He faded completely.
Clover dropped to her knees, dropping the wand beside her. With Shamrock gone, she now realized all the pain she felt from the bee stings, and she started bawling. Tears ran down both sides of her cheeks.
The dark-hair Arle picked up the wand, ignoring her own stings. “Dream snow.”
“Snow?” Clover took a deep breath, and struggled not to cry. “If it snows all over, the girl will be safe.”
Arle handed the wand into Clover’s waiting hand. “Dream snow.”
The igloo melted away as Clover stood. The running girl wasn’t far off, heading toward the two. Clover look into the sky. With a wave of the wand, green lights flashed. “Make it snow. Cover th’whole town in white!”
Clouds appeared in the sky, and small flakes fluttered through the air as it became colder.
As the running girl passed by, Clover dropped to her knees. “It hurts too much. I feel like I’m melting away.” She looked at her wand, and found the wand, and her hand holding it, starting to fade. She lifted her other hand, able to clearly see the complete stingers in her skin. The buildings started to show through her hand.
“What’s happening to me?” Clover asked. “Shamrock, will you really be back? Will I be back?” Snow started to pile on the ground around her. The swarm of approaching bees thinned out as bees fell one after another in the snowfall.
“By a way,” the girl said as the bees passed by. “My name Arle. You?”
“My name is Clover,” she responded, falling over into the snow. “And I’m a magical girl”. Her voice barely came out as her body faded away.
“Dream, Clover,” Arle implored as the magical girl vanished. “Dream, Clover. Dream.”
Sarah struggled to open her eyes. They wanted to stay shut. After being in the snow, her bedroom felt like an oven. She tried to sit up, but a feeling of dizziness forced her to lie back down. She kept her eyes closed, and she started to fall asleep again.
A knock on the kept Sarah awake. She tried to say something, but her through felt sore.
The door opened, Sarah’s mother in the doorway. She hurried over to Sarah, and rested the back of her hand on Sarah’s forehead. “Just like Samuel,” she said to herself. She smiled at her daughter. “I don’t know you kids managed to get sick while everyone else is fine, but you’re going to be all right. I’ll bring some watery porridge, and medicine in soon, so you try to get some rest.”
After her mother left the room, Sarah thought back to her dream. It started out fuzzy, but she remembered the cold, then the bees, and everything started coming back to her. She and Shamrock had both vanished, and she and Samuel both had high fevers.
