Leslie always had a fascination with wings. It was only this Halloween that she'd been able to fulfill that fascination- she'd managed to find a wearable pair of black wings. She told everyone that she was a dark angel, and she loved the way the words rolled off her tongue. Dark angel... It felt like those two words held everything she wanted to be, somehow. Suddenly, in the middle of the party, Leslie felt faint. She must've passed out, because she woke up.

"Aah..." Leslie mumbled, rubbing her forehead as she sat up. She found herself in a dark forest. She stretched her arms, stood up and stretched her legs, stretched her wings- Leslie patted her back and felt her wings, no longer attached by belts. They were real. "Oh... wow..." She said. Leslie was half scared, half ecstatic. Wings. She had wings! She found herself smiling at that. She heard a high-pitched scream and turned, finding a flurry of white flashing by. Leslie followed, testing out her wings. Curiosity kills the cat was a very old saying, but they never said anything about the dark angel...

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Marie was worried about her sister, of course, but was astounded at just where she'd ended up. "How the hell did I get here?!" the pinkette shouted as she stood, at the base of a large tree. She heard her name called by a familiar voice and heard a growl. She decided that it would be better to follow that familiar voice- that of her sister's- than to stay and figure out what that rather loud growl was. Marianna started running. Trying to locate Julianna by sound wasn't easy. She shut her eyes, hoping that she'd at least just ram into her sister instead of not finding her at all. She felt herself swerve, falling into step beside a fast, white-haired witch in a matching outfit. Marie smiled, Gotta love that sisters' intuition.

"Julie!" She said. "What the flying carp and squirrels is going on?!"