A crowd of creatures were chanting and hobbling around the restored runes. They were angry: yelling, spitting, demanding blood. The harvest moon that looked over the runes was blood red; an omen of what was yet to come. The wind soared and danced around the creatures as they fought and scratched their way, trying so desperately to reach to runes; trying to break free the ancient and powerful binding on the magic that they had once tasted. The wind whipped around the creatures, revealing the many tribes that had gathered to this spot to plot revenge on the one who was inflicting their suffering.

Philon and his tribe of centaurs were crowded around, stamping their hoofs and rearing their backs. The sea nymphs were their as well; however, the once beautiful sound that came out of their delicate mouths was now an angry screech of revenge.

One group had decided to stay behind, though. They knew their place. Asha and the Untouchables decided to not participate in the revolt, yet so many had wanted to. So many of them were angry and furious. Had not they been the ones who have guarded the temple for these many years? They, who had kept Circe from finding it at all costs? They, who alone were faithful to the Order, did not get any reward for keeping it safe?

"Asha," one of the Untouchables hissed, "We have protected the temple for the Order for many generations. Yet the priestess bound all the magic to herself! We should go with the others and get our share!"

One look from Asha, however, silenced him. Asha knew the duty that the Untouchables were bound to, and no thoughts had entered her mind about breaking them. It was also known what happened last time there was a revolt against they order.

No, Asha thought, this will not be like it was last time for us.

The Gorgon had been absent as well. Frustrated, the Gorgon wanted to participate in the revolt, yet whenever she imagined the priestess, she refrained. The priestess did what she thought was best. The Gorgon respected that. The priestess was a decent girl.

Back around the runes, the screeching and the mayhem grew. The creatures were waiting for something. The something they knew would grant their wish. Make the priestess pay for what she had done. It grew darker and colder in the realms, the wind whipped and dived, indicating that the creature that would lead them all to justice approached.

A horrible screech ascended from the distance. Hoofs were pawing at the ground as the great and terrible things that were carrying the one that would lead to justice approached. The commotion that was coming from the creatures of the realms intensified. They knew what was coming. The one who would lead them all to justice and bring the Order down once and for all.

A chanting began, yearning and crying for the creature to hurry faster.

"Kill her, Destroy her, Spill Her Blood!"

The chanting grew in strength, every tribe and creature of the realms joining in against their enemy.

There were three giant creatures with wings carrying the party who would lead them to justice. As they descended, the creatures parted, allowing the monstrous beasts to enter. All the creatures knew the one in the center would lead them to destroy the priestess. The other two forms flanked on the sides were merely just escorts.

The one in the center stood up and got off the winged beast, the chants and echoes growing. The being was cloaked in black and a hood masked their face. While this being was short, it carried a demanding demeanor. It faced the tribes, standing at the heart of the runes. They raised their arms, signaling for the chanting and the stomping to rise. A roar emanated from the creatures of the realms, for justice was on their way.

The cloaked figure was illuminated by the blood red moon, with their arms up straight over their head. All of a sudden, they threw their hand down with such force that the creatures of the realms had stopped, waiting in anticipation.

"I know that there is a great cry in this realm," The creature whispered, "I know that you all have been dubbed and tricked!" There were cries from the audience in agreement.

"I am with you all! I was fooled as well by this pathetic," they slurred the word, "girl. She is not your friend, but an enemy!" There was eruption of cheers from the crowd. The creature took in a slow, rattling breath, "I know what it feels like to have the taste of power at your hands, and then have it ripped away from you before you can do anything! I detested," they creature spit, "that day when I was no longer welcome with the priestess. She has taken our rightful power away from us! Who is this priestess but a mere girl? She does not live here, know the realms like we do!" The creature bellowed. "This magic is rightfully ours. She is trying to take over the realms!" The creature made a great movement and flung their hands up in the air, having the desired affect over the creatures. They were as determined as this creature was to bring the priestess down.

"We need to stop her! We need to punish her for what she has done. Let her see what it is like to have everything ripped away from you!" The cries grew greater, some creature hoofed and pawed at the ground while others let out a loud cackle.

"If you follow me, I promise that a new realm will be born. New rules! We will have the ability to cross over into their world, and they cannot cross over into ours! We will all get a share of the magic! But first, we must kill this horrid 'high priestess,'" the creature sang, "We will KILL her! Are you with me?!" They raised their arms.

The creatures of the realms erupted in high cheers and showed their praises to the hooded figure, indicating their contentment to kill the priestess.

Just then, the hooded figure spoke again. Yet first, they decided to show themselves to the creatures of the realms, to gain trust. They reached up with both hands and secured the hood in each hand and pulled back. The face was horribly white, with blood-red eyes and jagged teeth. A crown of dead flowers was loosely adorned on her once soft and delicate head. A knight came quickly to gather the cloak she had thrust down.

"Together," whispered Pippa, "we will destroy them all and get the power we deserve."