Second post, second bit of story

Okay, here's the second bit, also the beginning of a story. Remember, I beg of you not to steal any of my stories/story ideas!

This story does have a title already. It's kinda long... Hate, Love, Tears, Smiles, Destruction, Healing.

“Supreme goddess who rules all, please show us, your humble servants, what we seek. We seek to know the next two healers of our village, for our two healers have passed on. Show us who the next shall be.” The procession before the two mirrors mumbled.
Slowly but surely a sea-green fog clouded up one of the mirrors. Then the fog took the shape of a young woman, with light teal hair and skin that was pale and glowed white, who gazed at them with scarily wise eyes.
“I am your goddess. I have come to show you what you wish.” Said the girl solemnly. Then a laugh sparked her eyes, and she smiled. “With help, of course.”
The other mirror fogged up with white fog, which then solidified into a woman and a man, who at the same time appeared young and old and wise.
The goddess then spoke again. “My children, have you in mind potential candidates for the next?”
“I believe so.” The woman spoke confidently, her hazel eyes sparking merrily. The man was more withdrawn, and his dark eyes were focused on the ground.
“I also have a two potentials in mind, and I would like it if you were to choose them. However, if you choose not to, I’ll understand. They are Margaret of None and Alyssa of Felicity.”
The council gasped. “Maggie will tear Aly to pieces!” They cried uproariously.
“Hush, hush!” the woman murmured. “If the blessed goddess has chosen them, there must be a reason. And to tell the truth, Aly already was on my list. Although, Maggie, not so much.”
“I know it is shocking to you that I would consider Maggie, but she has hidden potential.” The goddess was calm, unperturbed by the clamor.
“Then we shall take the two who you have suggested as apprentices, right, Jack?”
“I suppose so…”murmured the man.
“So now, you must say the sacred vows saying that you wish to take these two as apprentices. Which means you must go find them. Or rather, someone from the council must find them.” The goddess spoke again.
“I will go.” A woman piped up before anyone could speak. She then hurried out the door. She easily found Aly, who was, as always, reading a book on the swing-set. “Aly, come, there’s something important. We need to get Margaret and then go to the main hall.”
“Okay.” The girl, Aly, or Alyssa, was a short and lithe girl, very shy. She was pale, with long black hair, which tumbled around her shoulders, and violet eyes.
Then, they set off in search of Maggie.
They eventually found her in the place where the bullies often commingled. Among the adults, Maggie was Margaret, among some others, she was Maggie, and among her fellow bullies and those who fear her she was Maggot.
She was a tall, strong girl, with mousy brown hair and eyes that were sometimes amber and sometimes golden.
“Hey, Maggot,” the boy bullies there respected her, and treated her like any other bully, even though she was the only girl. “Betcha ten bucks I have a dare not even you would do.”
“You’re on!” Maggie grinned evilly.
“Okay then, go home, dig up at least 10 worms, then turn on your mom’s stove and fry them with lots of pepper and eat them.”
“I’m disappointed. That’s the best you can think of? I’ve eaten worms before!”
Then suddenly she turned around and noticed the council member and Aly.
“What’re you doing here?” she sneered.
“You’re to come with me and Aly to the main hall.”
“Sure, whatever.”

And that's all I have typed thus far. Also, I have a huge huge climax for the story and I NEED to spill it, so I'm going to do something to it. If you want to read it, highlight it, or you can try to figure it out. Or you can pretend it's not there. I know you can still see it, but this is the best I can do to type it out but still let it be seeable.

Maggie ran as no other could run. Her white boots were splattered with mud and coated with ashes, and her healer's dress would be black were it not for the spell protecting it.
"No!" She yelled. In her head, her thoughts were swirling. "How is this possible? It can't be possible. It's utterly impossible." But it was possible.
As she neared the end of the corridor, she braced herself, and slammed through the door. Her eyes met a horrible sight.
A slim, lithe girl was there.
It was Aly.
Sitting on a throne made from human remains.
With an evil smirk on her face.
And her white robes were turning black. Not with ashes, but because she was changing alliance.
Maggie sank to the floor in disbelief. There was no way.
But there was.
Maggie remembered how Aly had recently become more bitter, and although she was studious of the plants, she had asked how they worked in Necromancy. And she didn't treat patients with kind care, either. She just administered treatment without being warm and caring towards the patient, like a healer was supposed to.
Aly's robes shimmered and shifted, until they were the black robes of a Necromancer.
"There's no escape now, Maggot. I shall destroy you, and then re-raise you as one of my minions. Then, using your power and mine, we, or rather, I, shall defeat all of the living in this world and re-raise them as Undead, for once they are Undead, they shall no longer have a need to be healed with your silly charms and potions. Under me shall be an entire world of Undead, who shall never forsake me, or leave me. They shall always follow me, and trust me. No one shall die anymore. Of course, there shall be no overpopulation, because no longer will anyone reproduce. And then I will finally, once all is done, use the ancient and forsaken Necromancy spell to make myself the Ultimate Undead."