Lilith Crane has never felt more alone than she has right now. Not even compared to the Lost and Found at Disney World she found herself at seven years old. Everyone has someone. Lilith...she had the wall she currently curled up against. During the past few weeks her spark had died down, and she reverted to isolating herself. It was easier to do homework and sleep. Even eating had become a chore.

Trembling as she hugged her knees to her chest, Lilith buried her face in them. So much chaos in this small room, she couldn’t imagine what was happening outside. Had the good wizards come to get them? Was her dad out there? The simple thought of her dad crossing the gates made her want to sprint out of this room and go look for her. Her brain told her to stay put. It wasn’t 100% guaranteed her dad was out there. If she ran out, the neo-alliance people would definitely kill her without a second thought.

So she remained.

It was when she heard Schmoe’s voice (of all voices) that she lifted her head and looked at him from under teary eyelashes. He was right. A wall could only withstand so many hits. Protective barriers were needed. But she was so scared. Her legs didn’t want to work anymore. What if the neo-alliance just burst in here? What if they got rid of all of them? It’d be much faster. Lilith shook her head. Dark thoughts plagued her as of recently.

Using the wall as support, she stood up, wand in hand, and raised it. The charm was halfway out of her mouth when…

....They were here. They were doomed.