Destined

Fear and anxiety was to be seen on all their young but not necessarily inexperienced faces. Silence, but not peace, ruled their now haunted chamber for it was hardly spoken and mostly murmured in that case. Time was running up, they had known it by day and hour when it would already since long, but that had not been much of help.
The 29 together, always wearing their gray robes with pockets full of charms, spells, little portions of all sorts of strong and instantly working potions and all what could bring magical bindings and powers to them, had already fought against, beaten up or even slayed numerous demons, vampires and other monsters; but this one was not going to be the same.
Foremost he was the most ancient of all who were still alive on the earth; he had experiences of ages and the power of all witches and wizards he had got the better of. His knowledge was tremendously vast in all sorts of magic. He knew all the magical sources of the earth, all accessible powers of other worlds and all counter spells. In his case, his age was to his advantage rather than a weakness.
The 29 were strolling around the chamber, filled up with various charms, spell books and potions, each practicing the ones they thought they had a better hold of in the last minutes there were left to raise their chance of defeating themselves, for victory was a too optimistical word for their young souls. Magic spells and various instructions were hastily being written all over the walls, furniture and on small pieces of paper, although it was obviously not going to be of any specific affect, for he could make them all vanish with a simple glance, but hope was the last they were giving up.
This day was seen to come for them; already with their birth, they had all been gifted with powers normal people did not possess. These powers had brought them together to this chamber, just like it had brought other young witches and wizards together. They had kept together ever since, already for 5 years. The gray robes were something which went with the chamber, mostly like a followed tradition of the community. They had all accepted their destiny, knowing that many monsters like the ancient Niusha monster had always been after young blooming talents and also that he had always had his eyes especially on the chamber community. They had also known that only a few ones could ever escape him.
Most of them had not wanted to give in and believe that it had been meant to be, until they had had to turn to the ancient book of most complicated spells of the worlds and to their indescribable despair they had discovered the name of the Niusha monster as one of the authors. “Just what is this old thing?” had cried out some in disbelief. But then they all knew that the ancient monster was not to be beaten up by what lived on earth.
Their only hope had been to find a way to call for the mystical powers passing by close enough to the earth to hear their calls and willing enough to face the ancient, well known Niusha.
No one dared to breathe as they heard him approach their chamber. There could be no mistakes about this for his steps had a unique echo in the stairway outside. To their fear they listened to his steps with exactly the same sound and time interval between each two. Stupefied and petrified each went to sit in their place, awaiting their common destination.
They all heard the door click in their disbelief, and in seconds, the old geometry teacher appeared in the door with the 29 exam papers and old but shiny leather shoes.

p.s. Mr Nuisha was the greatest Geometry teacher I have ever had. He was always respected, well loved and already 80 at the time of this story. This story has a real happy ending, for he just made us promise to have studied well enough on the papers he had handed out to us, sign them and give them to him. How he managed the notes? Well I guess he had some powers after all, for he never gave an unfair one to anyone.