The scene was a mess. Barrels were smashed and burnt. Pieces of wood flew across the air and landed with a thump. Rumors on top deck began to spread of a demon below deck. Some even heard sparks or saw lighting; others saw a faint blue glow. None went down to investigate, they were all too scared. Then came the hollowing and the shouting, now the crew was really terrified of what lied below them.

"That stupid, idiot, selfish, stubborn, bastard!" Samantha shouted as she marched up and down. Jane sat on the one barrel that had not been broken yet and listened in.

"He was there one minute and was gone the next!" She screamed out. A spike of lighting shot across the way and burnt a hole in the deck. Though Jane still could not see, she only imagined the worse and gave a sigh.

"Why don't you calm yourself-"
"I am calm!" Samantha shouted as a box sailed across the air and collided with the wall on the other side of the ship. Little blue apples scattered everywhere.

Jane paused for a moment. Obviously trying to tell her to calm down will only make things worse. A delicate and sensitive situation calls for some clarification.

"Why don't you tell me your side of the story? And do please to keep your voice down."

Samantha glared at Jane with anger, though Jane was unaffected by this notion she could still feel the heat irritating off of her. "Fine." She said.

As she collected her thoughts together and gave a few deep breaths she was ready.

"It all started when we were kids. It was really just the three of us." Samantha said as she pulled out a pocket watch and flipped it open revealing the picture inside. "It was me, dad and Ridley. Mom was not there cause…well she was dead. As we were kids growing up, Ridley would always get himself in trouble. He would play this game where he would go about the town and take stuff and see who finds out about it first, and then afterward he'd dump whatever it was he stole into a well. To him that was having fun. I on the other hand loved machines. My father taught me everything he knew. He tried to teach Ridley about machines anticipating that one day he would take up the family business and be an engineer or a mechanic. Didn't work like that." Samantha gave a sigh and then continued. "Later Ridley would actually steal things from people and sell it. Dad always asked him where he got the money. And he would of course lie through his forked tongue. But the old man always knew. And yet he didn't push it. It got worse for him when Ridley got caught stealing and was arrested. While I was mastering the art of designing and building Ridley rotted away in a jail cell for petty theft. It was bad. Dad's business soon started to go downhill. He took on debt to stay afloat and feed us, not to mention bail Ridley out of jail. Then one day Ridley just disappeared. No one saw where he went. And we never saw him again." Samantha paused for a moment as she stared at the watch.

"And has he always been reptilian?"

"What? No! What makes you say that?"

"Oh dear." was all that Jane said before a loud explosion teared through the air breaking all silence. The ship began to sway. Jane fell on the floor but Samantha kept her ground as she turned upward.

"What the hell is going on up there?" Samantha said as she went up the stairs.

"Oh no you don't, you're not leaving me here alone and blind." Jane said as she scrambled to her feet. Samantha didn't hear a word of what Jane had said because as soon as she poked her head she was met by the mast that fell down almost smacking her in the face. Smoke filled in from the deck. The ship roared and shook. The entire room suddenly shifted downward. Jane fell down to her knees and rolled into Samantha who was trying to keep her balance. Both toppled down and were met with shattered crates and barrels. Voices from up above could be heard along with gunfire and swords colliding into each other.

As the smoke filled the area, there erupted a strange sound. The sound grew louder. Little popping sounds emitted in between along with other noises such as metal bending and wood cracking. Samantha had a plan and had to act fast. She just hoped it wasn't too late.

The ship fell from the skies. The masts have been dismantled and shattered. The crew was either killed or taken hostage. Elven warships floated above. The ship collided into the ground making a spectacular show of lights and sounds. Green smoke fumed into the sky as the blue fire burned the ship to ashes. Then before anyone could do anything, the ship exploded. The reactor that powered the ship went off. Bright lights of red and pink shot into the sky, some even went through the Elven warships and caused damage. The undamaged warships floated above the crash site, shinning bright lights down. Tiny little balloons started to make their way down from the warships. A bright ball of white light could be seen from the center of the burning ship.

In the center of the wreckage was Samantha and Jane unharmed and safely protect by a shield spell. The spell would not last forever and Samantha knew this. She picked up Jane and headed through the fire and flames and into the forest. In one swift action Samantha casted another spell, this time Jane suddenly vanished from the scene.

"Lay low. I only had time enough for one of us to be invisible." Samantha whispered as she looked up and saw the approaching Elves. Jane didn't say anything; she too could see the Elves approaching. She saw Samantha get up and took off running. She paused for a moment and realized she could see everything but herself. She kept her shock silent as the Elves on horses took off after Samantha. Off in the distance streaks of fire and ice could be seen shooting into the sky and suddenly there were screams of distress.

Off in the distance Samantha was going one on five against several Elven soldiers. She held out her hand and suddenly there was a burst of red hot fire; fire that none of these Elves have seen before. The fire reshaped itself into a sword.

"Come and get me you pricks." Samantha yelled out as she held the fire sword in her hand. The Elves charged forward. Samantha swung the sword at the horses and frighten them. Some of the Elves were taken back by the bright red flame while others ignored its intense glowing heat and swung their swords at her. The fight didn't last very long. As the continued to fight, as Samantha continued to parry their attacks and swing back she suddenly grew tired. This was not the sort of thing she was used to. Physical combat was something she studied but never had the stamina for. As she grew tired the flame sword in her hand grew dim and suddenly burnt out. She collapsed on the ground. The cold snow felt nice. She only hoped that Jane didn't get captured and was at a safe distance. Samantha was picked up by two Elven soldiers, tied at the wrist and dragged off. Why they didn't kill her, she didn't know; she was too tired to struggle let alone think.

Jane wasn't very far from the scene where Samantha was captured. She saw the whole fight. She was still stunned at the environment. The trees were purple with dark red leaves. She looked back and saw the blue fire burn the remaining pieces of the ship. This was bizarre. What was even more bizarre was the simple observation that she herself was not able to be seen. This was truly fascinating. As she saw Samantha being carried off by Elven soldiers, Jane had already started to formulate a plan.

It wasn't long before the spell wore off and Jane could see herself again. She didn't realized she look incredible filthy but that may work to her advantage. As she followed behind the soldiers she started to untie her hair making sure that her ears were covered. As the soldiers marched on with Samantha tied up they finally reached a small encampment. The snow was bitter and cold as it whipped through the air. Jane hid herself behind a rock; words rushing through her head as to what to say. This was not going to be easy but she had to try. As far as she knew no one else was coming.

The encampment was not very big. It was made of stone that looked like it was worn away by weather and years. The snow slid off the top of the walls. There was a single tower off in the back with several small buildings in front of it. The wall had several guard towers that overlooked the surrounding areas with a large wooden gate. There appeared to be only one entrance. After some time after the soldiers went inside the encampment Jane stepped onto the road and walked to the gate. Her heart was pounding; she was full of anxiety that made her fingers tremble.

"Halt!" the guard shouted out to her. "State your business."

"Here I go." She whispered to herself.

"Don't give me that bureaucratic nonsense you grunt, I am here on official business!" Jane shouted at the guards. The guards were shocked a bit.

"I said state your business!" The guard shouted back.

"This is nonsense. I am from the capital and am here on official business. I was requested to travel to this precise location and assist the wounded."

"Wounded?"

"Yes. I am a doctor and I am here to aid the sick and wounded. Now if you give me any more of your bureaucratic nonsense I shall report you to the proper authorities and file a claim against you stating that you prevented me from performing the duty which I have been assigned to! Do I make myself clear!?" Jane shouted out to the guards. They both were taken back a bit. Fear dripped down their backs. They weren't aware of a doctor coming from the capital. But then again no one told them anything and they knew this.

"Uh, sorry, formality and all that." The guard said.

"Understandable. Now let me through I have a job to do." Jane stared at the guards who now were trembling with fright. This woman scared the hell out of them. They were completely taken by surprise.

"Yes mam! The hospital is over in the east side of the encampment." And with that said he opened the gate.

"I didn't go to medical school for six years to be called 'mam'!" She said in a harsh tone. She glared at the guard who spoke to her. He was shacking by now in his boots.

"Sorry doctor." He said as he bowed his head in shame.

"Good lord." She whispered to herself as she walked in and moved a safe distance from the gate. She didn't think that would work, but why not? It always worked on little punk security guards whenever she forgot her ID badge. She figured the guards outside didn't know anything. As long as you act the part well enough no one will suspect a thing and she knew now she had to continue the act. She moved herself quickly to the east side. There she found several people in beds with nurses running back and forth. Jane ducked into a closet where she found a change of clothes as well as a plague doctor's mask. She saw this as the perfect disguise. As she moved through the encampment she did what she said she was doing, it was the only way she figured she'd blend in and help a few battered souls. Elves didn't seem much different than humans. They didn't have sparkling magical blood, they were just people. The only physical traits that differ from humans were the ears and that was pretty much it. She felt a bit disappointed. All the books and role playing games she played when she was little depicted Elves as beautiful creatures and or full of magical potential. But as reality was coming crashing down on her childhood imagination there was suddenly a tap on her shoulder.

It was another guard or at least he looked like another guard. His hair was silver white and his eyes shinned off an ice cold blue color. He squinted as he gazed at Jane. Jane could feel a shiver run down her spine but she did not falter.

"I believe the guards outside mentioned you were a medical personal, is this information true?" He said calmly.

There was a small lump in her throat. She could feel her palms sweating with perspiration inside her thick gloves.

"I am. Do you need any assistance?" Jane replied trying not to stutter or sound scared. She was doing a good job up till the end of her sentence when she got a shiver that ran up her spine and down her shoulders.

"Excellent!" He said with a smile. "I have a special person that needs medical assistance."

"Of course" Jane said as she followed the man outside of the hospital wing. She was lead to a spiral stone staircase that went underground. The hallway was poorly lit which did not assist Jane at all as she was already having difficulty seeing through the eyeholes in her mask. At the end of the hallway was a large wooden door. When the guard opened the door Jane's heart sunk. It was Samantha. She was tied down to a table with thick leather straps that went across her chest and her legs. Her wrists were chained down and there was what looked like a towel in her mouth and a blindfold across her eyes. She did not move. Behind her were two more guards glaring at her.

Jane paused. She was tentative to move into the room. 'Come on Jane!' She thought to herself. 'Stay in character. You can do this.' Jane took a deep breath and walked in.

"I don't believe I caught your name prior." Jane said as she walked towards the table ignoring Samantha.

"I am Captain Joffrey of the seventh unit." Captain Joffrey said with a smug look on his face. "And before you good doctor is our patient for the evening. Please don't mind with the restraints I can assure you they are necessary."

"Why? Why is this patient tied down like a wild animal."

"She is dangerous."

"I very much doubt it. If she was dangerous I very much doubt she would require medical attention." Jane said as she motioned towards Samantha.

"She attacked several of our own guards. She is a hostile threat to everyone here."

"And yet you ask of me to treat this patient. Under such atrophies conditions that would give a plague rat the sniffles." Jane said in an angry tone. Captain Joffrey didn't flinch. He just stood there glaring at Jane.

"Very well, guards remove the restraints."

The guards looked at one another for a moment and then proceeded to undo the binds that held Samantha down as well as removing the towel from her mouth and the blindfold from her eyes. Her body laid still. Though she was breathing she did not open her eyes. Jane glanced over Samantha's injuries; examining every cut and every bruise. Jane then popped her head up.

"I need fresh hot water and some clean rags." Jane paused for a moment. The guards looked at her rubbernecked. "Now you idiots! And get me some fresh candles I can't see a damn thing in this light!" Jane's tone shocked the guards so much they almost stumbled on their way out the door. Joffrey stood in the corner his arms were folded and he wore an impatient look on his face. Dealing with someone of a different profession was most difficult for him.

"Analysis doctor?"
"Patient seems to have suffered from minor wounds across the arms and the chest. Patient also seems to be unresponsive. My Analysis? This woman needs some serious rest as well as some bandages." Jane said as she felt a lump in her throat. Here was her friend and she was acting like she was nothing more than a cadaver. She hated herself for this but deep down she knew she had to keep a straight face. Samantha did this to herself, she used herself as bait to get the soldiers away and now here she was. She took another deep breath. The guards came back with a bucket of steaming water as well as a bundle of bandages, Jane went to work cleaning and covering Samantha's wounds.

After some time Samantha gave a stir. She appeared to wake up but slowly closed her eyes again. Joffrey then told Jane that her work was done and asked her to now leave. Jane refused to leave right away insisting that the job was not complete.

"What do you mean?"

"I cannot leave a patient in such conditions; she needs a proper bed and water."

"I see. I'll have the guards assist her than. Thank you again." Joffrey said as he waved Jane off. This was sickening. She couldn't stand it. She knew she had to do something other than roleplay. As Jane walked down the hallway back towards the staircase a much smaller guard dashed before her and ran straight for Joffrey. But that bit did not concern her, what concerned her in that moment was when Joffrey shouted.

"What do you mean we're being invaded!?" Joffrey yelled out at the top of his lungs.

Jane didn't like the sound of invaders but if this bit of news could keep everyone else turned away from her and Samantha than its good enough. She knew she had to make a plan. She raced back up the stairs and found her way into a storage closet. It was small but it housed shelves that were full of interesting things. Potions, scrolls, wands and tiny vials of unknown chemicals were placed about the area. She couldn't read the language that was written on it. To her it resembles an even more elegant writing than cursive. She took what she could carry and started to make a plan.

Meanwhile back underground, Joffrey had decided to move Samantha to a more secured location. Samantha didn't budge as Joffrey picked her up and took her to the top room in the central tower. By the time they entered through the red oak doors Samantha was starting to wake up fully and take note of the situation. With twist of her body she struggled to get free from Joffrey's grasp.

"Now now" He told her. "Let's try to remain calm." He said as he held on to her.

Samantha didn't say anything she was still exhausted from the previous encounter and the shock of waking up in a strange place in the arms of a strange man didn't help. Joffrey placed Samantha in wooden chair. In front of her were stacks of books and papers. As she looked up she was amazed at the sight. She was in a huge library; shelves of books all around her. There was one large table in front of her. Red wooden chairs surrounded the table. Candles were placed evenly down the center of the table. The blue light flickered and danced as the door behind her closed. The floor was colored with green and yellow checkered pattern and large. White columns stretched to the ceiling where it was met by an enormous mural of many colorful figures. In the center of the mural stood a ghostly figure holding a black disc.

"Amazing isn't it?" Joffrey said from behind. "This is out grand library. Most of our history is placed in libraries like these all over the country. This one in particular houses the most recent events going back ten thousand years ago."

"Ten thousand years…?"

"Yes. It has been quite a history. Many of us were alive around those times."

"How…?"

"A mixture of our Elven blood with the constant flow of magic in this world aided in keeping us young. You are not the first photonic to be here you know. I remember a long time ago there was another young girl. Unlike you, she couldn't see. Unfortunately for her she was not the one we were looking for. A bit of a mix up in the photonic sphere. We're were looking for someone like you."

"Someone like me?" Samantha said confusingly. Joffrey continued to walk behind her.

"A Mythic as they would call you. One who can not only absorb the magical energy around them but also use it. That is why you can see and others could not."

"What happened to the last one who was here?"

"Oh that was such a long time ago but yes she arrived to us in a ceremonial robe. We were hoping for a Mythic but what we got was a terrified young woman." Joffrey said with a chuckle. "She was so helpless and completely useless to us. So we handed her over to the council and they decided to make good use of her."

There was a pause.

"She later returned back to the Photonic Sphere but unfortunately our plans once again didn't work out and she died; but enough of ancient history." Joffrey said as he sat down next to Samantha. Suddenly the doors behind them opened up and a small lizard woman in a white apron approached them.

"Anything for you dearie?" She said in a soft voice.

Samantha hesitated for a moment. She was still trying to wrap her head around the situation.

"Coffee…?" She said hesitantly. She didn't know if they had coffee or not all that was running through her head was that she needed the energy.

"Right away miss. And for you sir?"

"Tea for me please. Make it green. One bag not two and some honey, thank you."

"Right away sir." And with that she turned her tail and walked back out of the room and closed the door behind her.

"Draconians, disgusting creatures they are really." Joffrey said.

"I would like to employ your unique gift."

"My gift?" Samantha wondered.

"Yes. No one here really can use the magical energy that surrounds us. We've discovered a while back that only certain people from the Photonic Sphere can utilize the magic here but we are not sure why. Lucky for us you just happened to pop in here."

The doors swung open again and the tiny Draconian woman came back with a tray with two cups on it. As Samantha received the cup she stared into it. It smelled like coffee, looked like coffee. She took a sip and to her surprised it even tasted like coffee. Joffrey received his tea as well and started to drink it.

"You like this room don't you. You have a thirst for knowledge. I can see it in your eyes. We can offer this to you. An endless amount of knowledge and power at the tips of your fingers while improving on the magic you already know." Joffrey said as he placed his cup down. Samantha didn't say anything. She didn't need to. She actually was thinking about it. Joffrey walked over to the nearest bookshelf.

"Every book, every page has knowledge in it. Knowledge of the past, the present, and the future." He said as he removed a fairly large book. The book was leather-bound and looked worn out. Joffrey walked over to Samantha who was eyeing her cup of coffee the entire time. He placed the book down in front of her. Samantha gazed at the book. She was curious. She opened the book that lay before her. She could feel an enormous amount of energy flowing through it. It raced up her back and fluttered in her head. She could feel her hair stand on end. It was electrifying.

"With every page you turn you would gain something new." Joffrey said as he observed Samantha's excitement.

"Isn't this the knowledge that you seek?" Joffrey inquired.

Samantha was speechless. As she stared at the pages of the book it was like all the words were flowing. Then a word caught her eye. Resurrection. The word alone gave her shivers and yet inspired her.

"Ah, I see you're on that section. Yes. Control over life and death is as simple at lighting a candle. If you so choose to do so." Joffrey said as he reached for the book. Joffrey carefully slipped the book out of Samantha's hands. She could feel the glow slowly fade away from her body.

As Joffrey was putting the book away the doors swung open. A man ran in. He looked frighten as if a demon was chasing him.

"Sir the keep has fallen under attack!" He yelled out as Joffrey quickly turned his head towards him. Joffrey's eye widen with fright. Fear crawled up his back.

"Defend the keep. Barricade the hallways if you mu-". Joffrey's sentence was cut short as the sound of an explosion rippled through the library. Several books fell on the ground as well as Joffrey's tea cup. Sounds of combat can be heard outside of the doors. Samantha ducked and shrouded herself under the large table. The guard ran out of the room. Joffrey went to the door to close and lock it.

"Be not afraid my dear one. I am here to help you." Joffrey said as he drew his sword and look at Samantha who was hiding under the table.

"Funny. I remember you saying the exact same thing all those years ago." A familiar voice called out from the darkness above.

Joffrey jerked his head up only to peer into the mural that looked back at him.

"Don't tell her the same lies you told me." The voice called out.

"Show yourself!" Joffrey cried out.

"You don't remember me do you? Then again it has been a very long time." The voice was bouncing around the room. Joffrey backed himself to the door. There was a cold shiver that ran up his spine. From the far end of the library a figure emerged from behind the bookshelf. It was a woman. Her hair was as black as the night. Her eyes were red and filled with hatred. Her clothes were tattered. She had tattoos that stretched down her arm and into her hands. She was gripping a dark sword. As she approached Joffrey his look turned from concerned to frighten. Samantha peeked up from under the desk and was stunned at what she saw. It was Ellipsis and it looked like she had been through hell. There would have been a sigh of relief but instead Samantha looked at Ellipsis and felt the rage burning in her eyes. Ellipsis approached Joffrey. She stood no more than 8 feet from him.

"It has been a long time." Ellipsis said as a grin emerged on her face.

"Indeed it has dear child." Joffrey said as he held his sword out.

"I am quite pleased with you child. It would seem that not even Death itself can hold you down. Tell me, what brings you here my queen? Are you here to reclaim your throne o-?" Joffrey's words were cut short as Ellipsis raised her sword at Joffrey's throat.

"My dear child, such fire in your eyes; not like the sobbing little girl you once were when you first arrived here." Joffrey said as he took a swing at Ellipsis's sword and swatted it away. He then raised his own sword at her. Ellipsis jumped a few feet back and held her sword out to meet Joffrey's.

"Your skill has improved I see but only slightly. You cannot beat me." Joffrey said as he sneered at Ellipsis.

Ellipsis smiled back.

"You're right. I am a bit rusty with a sword." Ellipsis said as she lowered her sword. In a simple motion Ellipsis let go of the sword in her right hand as her left hand swiftly moved reveling a pistol. Ellipsis didn't say anything at the moment. The loud bang echoed through the library. Joffrey's sword fell to the ground. He looked at Ellipsis with shock and terror in his eyes.

"You…You cheat." Joffrey said as he slumped to the ground, clutching his chest in agony. Ellipsis held her smile as she carelessly tossed the pistol behind her.

"Oh my dear sweet prince, you still have yet to learn: Once a trickster, always a trickster. Oh but don't die just yet." Ellipsis said as she approached Joffrey. She took a hold of his hair and lifted him up.

"I want you to see the monster that you have created all those years ago." Ellipsis said with hunger in her eyes.

As she pulled his head back Joffrey could see fangs emerge. The look of hatred and rage turned into the look of hunger from a wild savage animal. As she lunged at his throat his screams of pain and terror traveled far a wide. Blood trickled down his neck. His arms flung and twitched about while is his kicked at the empty air. His screams did not cease. As Ellipsis continued to drink from his neck, his body began to shrivel. When finally there was silence in the library, Joffrey's corpus look like a shriveled dried out piece of fruit. The haunting look of fear was permanently printed on his face.

Samantha witnessed the whole event. She sat under the table in terror. She was too afraid to move or speak. This was a side of Ellipsis that she had never seen and it made her wonder. As terror continued to grip Samantha from underneath the table Ellipsis stood up and looked about. The lower part of her face was covered in blood. Her eyes were a dark red. She had a satisfying look on her face. As she wiped away the blood on her face she spoke.

"You can come out from under the table now. Coast is clear." Ellipsis said as she moved over to the table. But Samantha was still scared to move. Suddenly the table was hoisted into the air. Samantha fell on her butt as she looked up at Ellipsis who greeted her with a smile.

"Hey Blondie, I thought I smelled you around here!" Ellipsis said as she tossed the table to the side. Papers and books scattered on the floor. The loud noise was enough to make Samantha jump. She than stood up swiftly. She looked back at Ellipsis in silence. Ellipsis's smile faded. She knew she saw the whole show. It was written all over her face.

"Blondie I don't know what to say." Ellipsis said as she put her hands in her pockets only to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Samantha took this opportunity to race over to where the gun rested on the floor, picked it up and pointed it at Ellipsis. Ellipsis's face did not alter. She just stared at Samantha.

More loud explosions ranged through the library. Shells fell to the floor and tears ran down Samantha's face. Ellipsis's position or face did not change through the event. As the bullets came and hit her she did not waver nor held up her hands in defense. When the gun was empty the tears were dropping on the blood stained floor but she kept pulling the trigger. Ellipsis did nothing, except lower her head in shame. She didn't even mind the bullet holes in her. Samantha stood in silence and then fell to her knees, fingers still gripping the pistol. The constant clicking noise of the pistol was the only thing that broke the silence. Eventually after a few more clicks Samantha lowered the pistol and stared into the pool of blood she sat in. Ellipsis took this moment and walked over to Samantha. As she leaned over to take back the pistol from Samantha's hands she said nothing. There was nothing to be said. Samantha starred to breath heavily now.

"It's okay blondie, just let it out." Ellipsis said as she reloaded the pistol. Samantha took a few more large breaths before standing back up and faced Ellipsis.

"I'm…It's just…" Samantha was trying to find the words but couldn't.

"It's fine. You owe me a new shirt though." Ellipsis said with a smile. Samantha gave a small laugh and a smile but it faded away fast after that. The moment let up a bit. The cigarette in Ellipsis's mouth gave a low red glow. Ellipsis reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

"Want one?" Ellipsis asked as she held the cigarette out towards Samantha. Samantha looked at it. She shrugged and said, "Might as well."

Ellipsis handed the cigarette to Samantha as well as a lighter. After a few puffs from the cigarette Samantha looked as if she was calming down. By then, Ellipsis had finished her cigarette. They both walked over to the door.

"Come on Blondie. The rest of the crew is waiting for ya. By the way, seen Jane anywhere?" Ellipsis said as she opened the large wooden doors. The smile that Samantha held suddenly faded and a look of worry was painted on her face.

"Oh shit." Samantha said as she smacked her forehead with her hand.

Meanwhile on the other side of the keep, Jane was hiding herself in a broom closet. She ran inside the moment she heard the first few explosions. Peeping through a keyhole she people run and scream as explosion rang around them. The smell of Sulphur was overpowering. Parts of the ceiling came crashing down. Jane held onto her bag of stolen items. Fumbling around she pulled out a random wand. All of a sudden she was met with a yellow eye staring back at her from the other side of the keyhole.

"Hello there love." A voice called out. Suddenly there was a clicking sound as the lock slide up and became unlocked and the door swung open. Jane closed her eyes and waved the wand at the figure. A low booming sound shot out of the tip of the wand knocking the figure across the room. Jane opened her eyes and saw a Draconian man in a dirty trench coat lie on the floor across from her.

"Ah, nice shot kid." The Draconian man cried out. Jane was paralyzed with fear. The only thing she could thing of doing was closing the door and locking it again, which is what she did.

"Hey, don't hide in there. I know you're in there you know." The man called out as he got up and walked over to the door. He knocked on the door.

"Salesman! Here to sell you magazines." He said as he chuckled a little afterward. Jane kept silent. She fumbled around again in her bag and pulled out another wand. The man jiggled the handle of the door.

"Come on. Please come out." He said mockingly.

"I promise I won't hurt you." He said.

"You're lying!" Jane shouted out.

"Of course I'm lying." The man replied with a laugh.

"Okay, I'll make a deal with ya. Since you are practically the only one left alive here in this room I'll let you live if you tell me where a certain individual may be, deal?" The man said. Unfortunately there was no reply. Jane was thinking of what he said but she also couldn't help but wonder where she had heard his voice before.

"Come on poppet. I ain't got all day." The man said. Jane gripped the wand in her hand. She was terrified about what was to happen next, didn't matter if the voice sound familiar or not. She was scared.

"Come on! Help a guy out looking for his baby sister" The man said as he backed off from the door. This caught Jane's attention. Though still petrified she was curious.

"What is your sister's name?" Jane called out.

"Oh good you're still alive in there. Uh her name is Samantha or Samclam as I call her." The man said.

"You're her brother, the one who gave her the drink and healed her injury after crawling out of a crack in the floor?" Jane questioned. She was putting all the pieces together now. Now all she was looking for was a name. But no answer came. There was a moment of silence, almost like the man left the room entirely. Jane slowly opened the door to peek out only to be met with the barrel of a revolver in her mouth along with the man's other hand around her neck. Jane was still wearing the plague doctor's mask at this point and the gun shifted the eyeholes around. Jane could only see half of what was going on.

"How did you know that?" The man said calmly. He wasn't chocking Jane but kept a firm grip on her neck. She was more concerned with the gun in her mouth. It wasn't a very pleasant taste. Jane tried to say something but only spoke in vowels. She was staring at the gun with wide frightful eyes. The man realized the situation quickly and slowly pulled out the gun from Jane's mouth. Jane took a moment to spit the awful taste of gun oil out of her mouth.

"Because, I was there." Jane said with dread in her voice. The expression on the man's face morphed from stern to confuse in a brief amount of time. He let go of Jane's throat and removed the mask that was still on her face. The man's face then changed to a surprised looked and then quickly had a grin across his face.

"Ah! You're the one that the creature took my sister with. Goddamn you're still alive. Awesome." He said as he tossed her the mask back.

Jane stumbled with her words but manage to ask the man for his name. The man turned to her and said, "Its Ridley sweetheart. Now come on we got work to do here." Ridley said with a grin on his face.