The black hooded figure stood silently while her Master walked around her. She had been summoned here because of her attempt on the Charmed Ones last week. She had attacked them in hopes to move her Master's plans along. She had meant only to help, but had come back injured instead. The girl, for she was no older than fourteen years of age, clutched a burnt arm to her side. Her Master was not her father, but she had always thought of him like that. And she knew very well that he thought of her as a daughter, and it made her feel guilty to see him like this. She had failed him. "Please say something." She said. He stopped and turned to her. "What is there to say?" he asked harshly, but not as harsh as he could have, "The witches already know you exist. No doubt they are looking you up in their book as we speak." "I'm sorry." She replied, "I was just trying to help your plans. I could've killed them, but Belthazar was with them." "When will you learn, Kennedy?" he asked her, "You must divide and conquer these witches. That is how you will aquire the eldest's powers." "I'm sorry, master. I was only trying to help." Kennedy said again. The Source sighed, and put a hand on her shoulder. The girl lowered her hood, expecting a hard slap, but it never came. Instead, the Source picked up a lock of her dark hair. Slowly he walked in front of her. "It is not your fault. You're intentions were good. You just went about it the wrong way. I think perhaps torture of an innocent will get your mind back in place." He told her, as he lowered his hood. He smiled at the intense evil that seemed to blaze in her dark brown eyes. "Be back soon. We have work to do." Kennedy smiled, and shimmered out.