In a place ten thousand miles away, a woman cried. She could feel the pain of Katy, and she knew now was the time to come back. Truths must come out and now was the time to figure out a way to leave. Her powers may have been striped but this child needed her. She looked around at her, and used the only power she had left. The power to tell the bone changers from other prisoners, well, the power to see past lies and spells. She watched the large bat like creatures, with their pale greenish yellow skin and blood red eyes, their mouth full of sharp bat like fangs, their rotting flesh hung from their bony body, their wings now rotted away, holes where there was once flesh. The bone changers once human cursed to this state because of the crimes they had committed. She would not allow that to be her fate. But first she must remove the binds on her power. They allow them a bed, a sink and a toilet, and she had also gotten permission to have a mirror. She looked in it and wondered if Katy would listen. Would she care? Would she believe the truth? She looked at herself, the tattoos once so colorful and vibrant now drained of color. Her hair once short and spiked and dyed with many colors, was now flat, dull and lifeless blonde as it fell to her waist and she knew what she must do. She shattered the mirror, picked up the largest piece. She pulled off her shirt, and looked at the brand, the brand to bind her powers forever. It had the letters BF in a fanciful script, but they meant bound forever. She knew that if she cut it off, she would die, unless she reached him. He would help her. He believed her. If she could get to him she would have a chance. But would her former fiancée give her the time of day now. Six years ago he stood by her side, did he still to this day? She would find out. She took the sharp edge of the mirror and as quickly as she could, cut so deep, that none of the brand would remain. The piece of skin fell to the floor and she teleported, before the bone changers even realized what she had been up to, she was free. For now.
In a place much closer to Katherine Lillian, a dark figure went to meet another, they went to meet the white being, in the same cemetery that now is home to two Solomons.
“You swear you power to me? Your loyalty?” A crackle of a voice stated.
“Yes, mistress.” The other women responded.
“Then make sure, she realizes her power would be much better spent giving into the darkness of her soul. That together we can rule the world. Go.”
“It shall be so.” The two figures disappear into the night.
Kris Charles - Author 