Disclamier: I don't own Avalon.


Kara smiled in cold satisfaction as Adriane and Emily were held to the cold, gray stone floor by black imps. She fingered the two bracelets on her left arm, one with a rainbow-colored gem on the silver chain, the other with an amber-and-gold wolf paw-shaped stone on a turquiose and black band. Queen Kara's ice-blue eyes surveyed her lair, noting the crystalline walls, the shimmering silver throne at the back of the large cavern. Two lizard-like guards bowed their heads when she turned to them.

"Get them out of my sight," Kara demanded.

Emily gasped. Her once-beautiful, long, red curls were matted and full of grit and grime. Her clothes, blue jeans and a green T-shirt, were covered with mud from the battle the girls had fought with the Dark Sorceress and the Spider Witch, the one where Kara, realizing she was going to die, betrayed her friends and joined the dark mages.

The guards picked up the seventeen-year-old girls effortlessly and Adriane peered at Kara with black eyes. Those eyes, which had been mostly hollow this whole time, had emotions Kara didn't even know she was capable of. Hurt, anguish, fury, exhaustion... and something else... Lost friendship. Kara turned away before her guilt got to her. She walked up the stone steps to the silver throne, and the heavy wood and iron doors slammed behind her. She had seen the last of her friends.