Wanda's Apartment.

The Bronx, New York City.

"Seriously?" Grant couldn't believe the sight that was Wanda's apartment. Radiant violets and red roses were in almost every vase. The walls were painted a deep dark red and the carpet a light shade of blue that it almost looked like a crème. It was quite hard for Grant to believe that this was the apartment of a young woman. It looked like it would belong to an older lady with grand stories. Wanda's apartment was very well kept and there wasn't even a smudge of dust anywhere.

"My brother comes by and cleans when I'm away. I'm kind of surprised he isn't here." Well that explains a lot.

"Well, it's nice. Spooky, but nice." Wanda let out a chuckle, coming back into the living room with a bottle of wine, two glasses and candles. Grant was standing in front of the fireplace, looking at her pictures when one of a woman that looked almost identical to Wanda but with green hair. Wanda noticed him studying the picture and smiled. She place the candles on the coffee table and uncorked the wine bottle.

"That's Lorna and the muscular guy beside her is our brother, Pietro." Grant placed the picture back on the shelf and walked towards Wanda, who was lighting the candles. The candles formed a circle, with one in the middle that remained unlit.

"Are you and Lorna twins?" Wanda busted out laughing.

"Oh no. Her mother is Zaladane." Grant's eyes widen like dinner plates.

"Isn't that the high priestess of the Sun People or something like that?"

"Mhmmm. You should ask Simmons about Zaladane."

"Wait, Simmons? Are we talking about the same Simmons?" Wanda started pouring the wine in the glasses, dropping mint leaves and sage in them both.

"Brown hair; long face; quirky personality; bio chemo wiz? Yeah I think we are." Wanda stepped back to look at her handy work. She was quite impressed. Clapping her hands together she motion for Grant to come to her.

"What do you know of spell casting?"

"That its false." Wanda gave him a skeptical look. Really?

"After everything that has happened in the past week, you are still a non believer?!" Wanda groaned and ran her fingers through her fiery auburn locks. Wanda reached for the knife on the table and turned back to Grant. Grant held his hands up in surrender and backed away from her slowly.

"You do know I gain the upper hand of you, but at the moment I'm kind of worried why you have a knife." Wanda kept staring at him and then turned the pointed end towards her left hand. "Wait! What are you..." Wanda cut into her hand and moved it towards the unlit candle, letting three drops of blood fall from the cut. She turned back to Grant and he just looked at her like she lost her loving mind.

"What the fuck?!" Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Look, if you want to help Skye then we are doing it my way. So get your ass over here and let me take your blood." Okay that sounded really sadistic. Grant took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. Wanda took the knife and cut a line down the palm of his right, and placed it over one of the lit candles. Three drops and the flames grew. Wanda took one of the wine glasses and poured it on his open cut. Grant let out a low hiss and Wanda smirked. She did the same with her palm before placing her hand above the candles and going counter clockwise.

"Obsecro autem vos spiritum mundi. Responsis nobis petimus." The flames grew and both Wanda and Grant took a step back.

"What did you say?" Grant asked, never breaking his gaze from the raising flames.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Something began to form in the flames; a face. One Wanda has seen many times before.

"Agatha?" Her face came into view and she smiled lovingly at the young woman.

"We haven't got much time, my dearest." Wanda nodded her head lightly, her voice betraying her.

"Your friend is in grave danger. By now Amora has made herself know. She has the rest of my powers, but they won't last long. She needs ingredients for a spell. One very dark and powerful."

"What else does she need? She took Roxanne and her child." Agatha gasped and Wanda looked at Grant.

"I'm afraid it's too late. All she needs is a heart of darkness and a tear of a witch."

"But Roxanne isn't dark and neither is her child."

"That is where you are wrong my dear. Sit. It's time I tell you both a story." Grant and Wanda took a seat on the couch, listening to Agatha's tale.

"Thousands of years ago, Karnilla the queen of the Norns gave birth to a child. One of darkness and of light. For years people believed her to only have one, but there was two in the womb."

"One dark, One light." Agatha nodded her head.

"The darker one of the twins killed her husband in a fit or rage because he favored and adored the other twin. Karnilla couldn't keep her children a secret anymore, so she send them away. One to darkest parts of the universe, and the other here, on Earth. The one of light fell in love with a mortal, and it was a crime against the throne to have such a relationship. She gave birth to a son. Her sister found out and almost killed a whole kingdom for the child. It is said that when she died by her sister's blade that their mother felt it and had pity for her daughter. So instead of sending her child to Hela, she consumed her."

"Wait just a minute." Grant raised his hand gaining both women's attention. "Are you saying she eat her own daughter?"

"Yes. By doing so she gained her daughter's power. Amora wants that power. And the only way for her to get it is by killing Karnilla. But in order to do so she needs a spell, one so dark that even the All-Father is no match for her once it's cast."

"How do we stop it?" Wanda stood and started pacing. This wasn't good.

"You don't." Grant and Wanda looked at each other with a knowing look. "Amaya does."

"Amaya? Who's Amaya?" Okay Grant was starting to get frustrated.

"You know her by Skye, but her parents know her as Amaya. 'Darkness and Death will come when the light is born.'" Wanda went to stand back in front of Agatha's ghost.

"Skye is the light."

"It makes sense." Wanda turned to look back at Grant. "Skye said a whole village died to keep her safe. And she was just a baby." Wanda turned back to Agatha, asking a silent question. Agatha nodded her head and Wanda turned back to Grant with fear laced in her eyes.

"She's the one. In order to conform it, you need to check her left shoulder blade. There will be a symbol, meaning Eternity of Nature. It's a Celtic knot that is giving to the Nymphs of Antheia."

"Nymphs? Isn't that a creature in Greek Mythology?" Grant placed his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

"Aren't we all Myths?" Wanda quriked an eyebrow and smirked at Grant.

"Antheia is the reason this is all happening."

"How so? Agatha, how so?!" Wanda walked closer to Agatha's ghost as it started to fade.

"Because...Antheia is the mother of Surtur and Aeltri...and the grandmother of Karnilla." In a puff of smoke, Agatha was gone and the candles burned out. Wanda turned to Grant, fear and fret lacing her features. Oh yeah, this is very bad.

Nuuk, Greenland.

Eighteen hours of pain and screaming have came to an end. Roxanne was laying flat on her back, facing the ceiling as the midwife worked around her. She could hear her child screaming, crying out for her. She felt helpless just laying there. The little monster ripped her apart, inside and out. She could still feel the blood leaking from her body and the soreness of her chest. She heard her child's screams died down and worry began to fill her chest.

Roxanne lifted her head to see Lorelei holding her babe. Her daughter. Roxanne used what little strength she had left to push herself up against the head board, reaching her arms out. Lorelei looked up at Roxanne, smiling lightly.

"Look who is awake, little bird." Lorelei walked over to the bed, placing the quiet babe in her mother's arms. Roxanne couldn't stop the tears from falling from her face. Her daughter was here. Alive and in her arms. Safe from whatever evil was coming for now. Roxanne took her pointer finger and traced the baby's face. Bright blue eyes, as bright as morning sea, bore into her brown ones. Her lips were a perfect light red and her cheeks a healthy pink. Small curls of midnight black with a hue of purple shown from underneath the blanket she was wrapped in. Her hair highlighted her features, framing around her face, making her eyes pop.

"Selene. Her name is Selene." Roxanne never took her gaze off her daughter, for fearing once she did she would be plucked from her arms.

"What a peculiar name for a little beastie. But I guess it will work." Lorelei took Selene from Roxanne as she started sobbing.

"Give me my daughter!" Roxanne's screaming made Selene began to fuss.

"In time. Now you must rest." The midwife left the room, Lorelei falling behind her. "We'll see you when you wake." With the closing of the door, Roxanne heard a clicking noise, indicating that she had been locked in. Roxanne fisted the sheets as she let out a blood screeching screaming. Her world was crumbling around her, and there was no one to save her.

Nornhiem, Asgard.

Fear was never an emotion Karnilla could experience. She was a queen for godsakes. She was meant to be feared by others; not the other way around. But today was different. Fear had came to her in the form of a raven; a note attached to it's leg. Hand writing so neat and familiar that looking at caused her great pain. She knew they would find out. She knew it was only a matter of time.

Opening the letter of someone she thought long dead, scared and threaten her. The fear of a creature knowing what she did; what she is, is enough to make her heart stop. Seeing the hand writing in blood; the kind that was meant for a warning, made the queen realize she was still alive. And that didn't surprise her.

I know what you are. This is happening because of the blood that runs in your veins. Soon darkness will come; and the moon and the sun will collide. The heavens will burns and life will cease to exist. Death will be born soon.

R.

Karnilla crumbled the letter up, throwing it within the fire. If Karnilla wanted this to stop, then a visit to her uncle was in order. Even if he is a fire demon, there is one thing they have in common; neither will die by the hands of child. Especially one with their blood in it's veins.

A/n: Well then. I guess you can say that this chapter gave you a little bit more answers. :) Trust me, more blood and death will be coming soon. Speaking of death, who do you think is going to die in the chapters to come?

-Lorelei

-Roxanne

-Grant

-Melinda

Vote and tell me who you think it is! :)

"Obsecro autem vos spiritum mundi. Responsis nobis petimus." - "World's Spirit, I call upon you. Give us the answers we seek."