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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN!(:
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“What was that?!” Anastasia yelled, rushing into the room just in time to see Scarlet fall limply into John’s arms. “What happened to her?!” “She got bit or something” John said, pulling up Scarlet’s arm. “Heal her then! Isn’t that your job?!” Anastasia glared at him. “I can’t heal her if she’s in a coma, Anastasia.” John glared at her. “She’s not in a coma, there’s no way.” Anastasia went over to “Fotia” she recited, a small flame rising from her fingertips, as she touched Scarlet’s skin the fire dimmed cooling against her skin. “We have to take her to the elves; they’ll know what to do!” Anastasia grabbed John’s hand and started screaming around for Mrs. Carson. “What is it child?” Mrs. Carson asked calmly, stepping out of her bed room in a long night gown her hair swept into a low ponytail. “Scarlet needs to see the Elf council, right now” Anastasia said. +.+ “Hello, welcome, my name is Briatha” a girl who looked not a day older than eleven years old said in a calm voice. “I need to see your Mistress” Mrs. Carson stated. “To disturb her honorable, why?” Briatha’s voice seemed to echo, her black hair turning silver. “One of ours has been fatally injured” Mrs. Carson spoke in a tolerable tone. “Injured, maybe. But, fatally, doubtful” Briatha glanced over the group of them. “She’s so cute!” Anastasia said, running up to look at the girl. “I should thank you, but I will not,” the girl glared at Spencer. “You, step here” Spencer, carrying Scarlet, stepped closer to the girl. “Yes?” “Drop her” she smiled. “No.” Spencer protested. “Do it, Spencer” Oliver said. “Oliver Jace,” the girl said, a dark look crossing her features. “You must think again on that decision. Or you will fall harder than you can imagine.” “Fall in what? A hole?” Ivana said rudely. “Ivana Danielle, your bitter tone does not amuse me. You will soon receive your bidding” “Enough with the riddles, take me to the Mistress.” Mrs. Carson said, growing angry. “Briatha,” a seemingly 14 year old boy came up behind her. “You mustn’t be cruel, these people shall not harm her honor.” | “Yes, Atan” Briatha hung her head, slightly, and turned to walk away.
“I apologize, my sister does not use her powers kindly,” the boy stated. “I am Atan Treegrove Watcher of Souls, and Keeper of Keys. Welcome to Elf Kingdoninium” Spencer and Oliver glared at the boy as Anastasia smiled. Ivana pushed through them. “You’re the Keeper of Keys?” she said rudely. “And you are a fighter of the walking dead” Atan turned. “Walking dead?” Anastasia followed him. “Demons come from the Underworld, death must come before reincarnation” he said wisely. “Her admirable awaits” an older woman stated. “You may go through” Atan moved aside as a pair of doors opened where he was standing. “Marlene Carson” an elderly woman said calmly. “Mistress” Mrs. Carson bent at the waist to signal her respect. “You bring an ill girl to me for a purpose” she said dully. “She was bitten, and now she won’t wake up,” Mrs. Carson said. “She was advised to find the Siren Queen, Jessamine, after seeking you” “Who ‘advised’ her to do so? It is a death wish” Mistress said, pushing up her glasses. “Charisma, the half-warlock of New York.” Anastasia said, smiling up at the woman sitting in the high chair. “Would you heal her, please? So she could just explain to us what happened.” Spencer said, holding Scarlet a little higher. “Yes, yes, as you wish you impatient child.” The Mistress snapped her fingers, and Scarlet stirred in her deep sleep. “She didn’t wake up.” Anastasia looked at Scarlet. “Bring her to me,” the woman stepped down from her seat and walked towards Spencer. “Come now. Bring her to me.” “Yes ma’am” Spencer stepped up, and held Scarlet towards the Mistress. “This child, where does she bear her mark?” she held Scarlet’s hand, and turned it over. She saw the black spot, and the black lines. Spencer steadied Scarlet in one of his arms and pulled up the end of her shirt slightly. “Its right here” he pointed to the vine twisting up her waist line. “This mark, it’s strange is it not? I have never seen on quite like this.” She stared at the mark. “Can you fix her or not?” Oliver asked, putting his arms over his chest. “Mr. Kennsington, you returned for this girl?” |