A/N: I still own nothing

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worst author's note EVER!

I hunted. Brought back from the Twisted Kingdom, and the living death that followed, I returned to my former glory, my Grace intact and whole.

This world has gone too long without Justice. Too long without those who do evil receiving punishment. Those without power have become complacent, and those with it have become righteous. Not for long.

I travelled from village to town, to sprawling city. Helping those who needed me, hurting those who needed that, too. I was no longer just a witch, but a Being of Light, and those who called themselves Blood needed to remember why they were created.

I found death, pain, and anguish. But I searched for the light. I journeyed into Terreille as well as Kaeleer, though I could never stay for very long. The darkness was to penetrating, to... unforgiving.

Months after I had awoken and fled the Hall, I felt a tug, urging me to return. I sighed, it was time to go back. Grudgingly, I forced myself into the air, and turned towards the Hall.

I landed on the edge of a battlefield. Standing on the roof, I looked below. Blood and Kindred were standing together, snarling at a male holding a girl and a knife. A tainted male, I could see that from here.

I dropped from the roof, landing in front of the group, next to Kaeles. What is going on? I asked mentally, not wanting to add my voice to the tension.

*He killed Dejaal. He will kill her.* I looked to my right, a dead tiger lay sprawled on the grass. I growled.

"Let her go." I spoke to the male, putting a little Power into my words.

The man smiled. "She's already dead." I looked at the knife, poison was dripping from it's edges.

Damn. Doing this the hard way...

Summon me. I spoke to the group, hoping someone would understand.

*What?* Kaeles.

SUMMON ME! I put more force behind it.

*NO.* Andulvar's 'voice' rang in my head. *No, Amara.*

It is his sire's right. I motioned to the dead tiger. Summon me.

I felt the other tiger draw in breath. *I summon you*

I smiled, the old-old ways aren't much remembered here. It won't work if you don't mean it.

*He killed my son and is torturing that girl! That is means enough! I HAVE SUMMONED YOU*

I smiled, as I felt the sun heat up as power flowed from the earth, coating my wings and arms in armour. I felt the earth move, as it grew accustomed to my new Power, stretching across the land. I raised my right arm, as a line of liquid metal moved from my wrist, lengthening out into a staff. I stepped forward, forcing my arm into a sunbeam, calling forth my blade.

As it took shape, I looked at the Blood male before me. "You have been judged."

"By what jury?" He laughed, looking slightly pale.

"By me." I pointed my blade towards him, forcing my energy out. "You have been found unworthy of your power, and your life. So I withdraw that gift, reclaiming it."

The man screamed, and I forced a barrier between him and the girl, throwing her across the field. Looking at the man, nothing but a charred husk remained, a scream still etched on his face. I let my sword go, watching as it melted back into a sunbeam.

I brought my staff up, covering the man in shadow. "I cover him from the light, leaving him to turn to demon. And so I resolve him to the Lord of Darkness, the High Lord of Hell. To continue his own Justice, as he sees fit."

I felt Saeten next to me, and the hand that had clasped my sword clasped his, Power shining from between them, I withdrew as I felt Saeten take control of the spell that I had weaved to create the dark shadow that protected the body.

Are you satisfied? I asked the tiger.

*No. But it is the best that can be done.* I nodded once.

"There are three men across the river, I suggest you get to them before I do." I spoke without looking at anyone. Forcing my wings open, I jumped into the air, caught a thermal, and flew away.

I didn't go far. I couldn't, not really. I was drained. Mentally, physically, magically, I was empty. From the battle, and the aftereffects of drawing so much power.

So I went to the only safe place I could think of.

"Hello, White Lady."

"Tersa, you can call me Amara."

"I can call a flower a flower, or I can call it a rose, but either way it is still what it is."

I wrinkled my nose, I was too tired to sort that one out...

"I just needed... I..."

"Needed a safe place to rest. I have a bed, and food, if you want it." I shook my head, as she helped me to a small room next to the kitchen. "You can sleep here, White Lady, and be safe."

I couldn't even thank her, before my eyes shut.

"That... What was that?" Prothvar gasped, dropping another shot of whiskey down his throat. "Hell's fire, Saeten!"

They were in his study, along with Mephis, Andulvar, Daemon and Lucivar. All were drinking.

"That," Saeten said between shots. "Was Justice. I didn't think she had the power to do that anymore."

"She didn't." Andulvar said. "Not before she went into the Twisted Kingdom."

"We still don't know how she did that, either." Mephis added. "Everything we know says that Beings of Light can't get there."

"It was Daemon." Lucivar spoke quietly. "You sent her there."

"I did no such.."

"Shut up and listen, Bastard. You were in the Twisted Kingdom, now your not. Makes you a little different than the rest of us. It gives you a connection to that place, nothing visible, or powerful. But to someone like Amara..."

"It's like touching a wind." Saeten said. "One you can't control."

Lucivar nodded. "I spoke with Tersa recently." He looked at Daemon. "She's interesting, let it go. Anyways, she says that the White Lady brought her Sisters out of the Twisted Kingdom. Brought them back to themselves. When she went there to find the part of her that glowed."

"Her Grace." Andulvar breathed. "She found her Grace."

"And a Power-boost, apparently."

"I still don't understand why she isn't like... that all the time." Prothvar said. "It's rather impressive..."

*She cannot stay in that form for long.* Kaelas said, using Craft to walk through the door. *She draws too much energy to even become Justice, let alone remain like that.*

"So why become Justice at all?"

*She was summoned. It's the only way she can become Justice. Jaal summoned her to avenge Dejaal's death. It is not something the Kindred do often, but it is something we are aware of.*

"She passed him to me." Saeten said quietly. "She gave his final death to me. That is how is used to be done. When Justice was brought forth, she would leave the final death to me, in order to show that while she did live here, I was the dominant force, the final blow."

*She is very kind, when she is allowed to be. But also very wary. She tried to stop the backlash, you know.*

"The backlash?" Daemon looked confused.

*She can't just command that much power, not without something equalling it out elsewhere in the world. In this case, a rather destructive storm.*

"That she tried to stop."

*Tried. Failed. Lost enough of her Power that I doubt Justice will return for a few months. At the least.*

"Where is she?" Andulvar demanded.

*Safe.*

"That's not a location, Kaeles."

*Where she is, she wishes to remain there alone. You look at what she became, you see power, glory. She sees herself at her worst – she is least like us when she is acting as an immortal. She is ashamed, tired, and much to drained to deal with males that use the word stubborn to describe their way of life. Leave her be, she will return when she chooses too.* With that, the Arcerian turned, walking through the door he came from.

"She never meant to leave, did she?" Saeten asked quietly.

Andulvar shook his head. "No, she is more like us than she ever was them."

"She should meet Jaenelle."

The other males looked at him. "I don't forgive her, but, perhaps, I am beginning to respect her." With that, Saeten drained his glass, and walked out of his study.

A/N: Yep... I really wanted to give everyone an idea of how much power I see amara having... but it's not going to control the story cause it's too overbearing.

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