A/N: Hey, guys, I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I've been pretty busy and I really haven't had any inspiration at all to work on this story, but today I've got it and I'm hoping this ends in a way you like. There's about 1 to 2 chapters after this one. And I'm hoping they'll come out back to back so I don't have to worry about it. Again, I'm sorry it's been so long.

Also there might be many errors. I really didn't get a chance to edit. I'm leaving the UK in the morning and the time just disappeared on me. If the mistakes are huge let me know and I'll go back and fix them. Again sorry how long this update has taken. There is no excuse.


Sara's Final Memory
Sara could hear Ivy screaming in pain as she went into labor. Sara frowned and stepped outside, watching the Redfern children and young James running around.

"Lady Sara?" Ash asked, his eyes a green tinted yellow, filled with concern.

Sara turned her warm violet eyes toward him, "Yes, Little one?"

"Is my Mommy okay?" he whispered.

"Yes, of course, my child." she said quietly, ruffling his ash blond hair, "Do not worry so."

He nodded, "What's happening to her?"

"She's...taking care of an issue." she replied.

"Dad said she was having a baby. Is that true?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Yes, my little one." she replied.

"Will I have a baby brother or sister?" he asked.

"Perhaps." Sara replied.

Knowing that the circumstances of the child staying alive fell on whether the child looked like Ivy or Jasper. That's why she was here. She would take her away into hiding. She wouldn't let Alder kill the poor child.

"Lady Sara?" A witch called stepping outside.

Sara kissed Ash's forehead and followed the witch inside. Aspen stepped forward holding the infant in his arms and handing her over to Sara.

"You must hurry. Alder has all ready called for the council to meet. We must be rid of the child before he comes back." he said panicked.

Sara nodded and disappeared with the child into the night. She had entrusted the child with Grandma Harman and she watched as they changed the child, the ceremony obviously painful to the child. She handed Edgith a necklace.

"Put that around her neck. Make sure that she never takes it off for then they shall be able to find her. Edgith, please. This child is important. Her survival necessary."

Edgith nodded, "Of course, Sara. I understand."

She walked over and kissed the child's forehead speaking a prophecy she knew was being written down, "A child condemned by blood, a witch made by blood. Power that feeds on blood, love her or be destroyed by the power in her blood. You are strength little one. You are power."

Sara said her goodbyes and hurried back to her home. She hurriedly packed her things, having made up her mind to disappear from the Night World forever. As she moved toward the door she heard the tell tale signs of someone kicking in the door. She turned and ran in the opposite direction, climbing out of the window and running down the fire escape. She could hear her assaliants chasing her, only a few paces behind her. She hoped over the side and dropped down, landing on her feed, crouched, before standing up and taking off at a run once more.

She charged into figures who moved in front of her, using her magic to send them sailing away from her. She continued running, wishing her legs were longer as her body slammed against a brick wall. She groaned and spit blood out of her mouth. She glared at the werewolf who was snapping its jaws in her direction. She bared her fangs.

"Enough, Kevin." a high pitched voice commanded.

Sara looked up to the owner seeing one of her distant cousins standing at her father's side along with her grandmother.

"Lynn Etta, it has been too long." his father greeted.

"Where is the child?" Maya demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she growled back.

"Really?" Maya sneered, "How stupid do you think we are? What other reason would you have to be on the mainland, Sara Strange?"

"Family visits. Business to attend to. You pick."

"Don't play coy, I saw you leaving the island." Lily chimed in eagerly, obviously wanting to get on Maya and Red Fern's good side.

"Is it illegal to leave islands?" she replied, sarcasm seeping into her words.

"No, but a secret meeting onto an island you clearly despise is quite interesting, don't you think?" Maya replied too casually.

"No, Maya, I do not believe so seeing as I have family there." she replied, using the same tone.

"Why did you run from us then?" Hunter demanded.

"One tends to run when being chased." Sara spat, wiping blood from her mouth.

"Enough of this." Lily spat, "Where is the Rasmussen child?"

"Even if I knew what you were talking about, which I do not, I wouldn't tell you." she replied.

"Lynn Etta," Red Fern said darkly amused, "you can never make anything easy can you?"

He snapped his fingers and Sara felt as though she couldn't breath. She teared at her neck, gasping for breath as Red Fern moved forward. She felt herself fall to her knees, tears rolling down her face as her consciousness grew warier and warier.

"You are of my blood. I will always control you." he growled.

Sara's eyes glowed as the rest of her charged with magical energy. Her voice took on an otherworldly continence.

"I am the daughter of Hellwise. None shall control me." she said as magic burst forth from her. It threw others back pressed Red Fern against a wall as Sara rose to her feet, "You will no longer command me as you command your hoards of vampires."

The sound of something breaking filled the air and Sara stared down at her father, no pity in her eyes.

"Death comes to those who seek it." she said before walking away. She collapsed a few blocks away awaking to the dark eyes of Thierry Descouedres and a white streak in her raven hair. "The time of Darkness will be upon us soon, Theorn. Be prepared."


Azalea Rasmussen stared at the lamia girl whose eyes had gone back to their naturally grey eyes. Her chocolate curls bounced around her as she turned to face the witch at her side calling her name.

"What happened, Nyxcate?" the witch asked gently.

"Red Fern is dead. As is Sara Strange. Their deaths have interupted my spell." she said quietly.

"Then start it again." Azalea commanded.

The girl fixed a glare on Azalea, "I will. When I've replenished my blood supply."

The witch pushed a human girl toward Nyxcate who grabbed the girl and sank her fangs into her, draining the girl in seconds. She had gone through four humans before she focused her magic on controlling her armies. She flinched as she felt the grief in many of them. This wasn't how she'd imagined her life. But, this was her destiny. She had been made this way to help the Night World prevail. She was Lamia. And Lamia ruled and needed to continue to do so.


Drakon picked up Sara's body and carried her into the castle, laying her down on the long table. Red Fern's body had been taken by the Night Worlders. The blood that had been spilled turning black on the ground. He shut her eyes and covered her body with a black fleece embellished with the symbols of the night.

"Drakon, the Night Worlders will not hold off for long." Nialu said quietly.

"She deserves to be mourned properly by me, Nialu." Drakon growled.

"Then mourn her in remembering the way her sword sliced through those who opposed her. Avenge her by killing as many of those traitors as you can. Love her as she loved all. Give mercy to those she would have shown mercy. Make her final moments mean something more than heartbreak."

Drakon nodded, Nialu's words ringing truer for him than anything else in the world.

"You are right, my friend."

Drakon rose to his feet and gripped his sword. "Let us remind them of why the Dragonites are known for their formidable leaders."

He placed a final kiss on his beloved's corpse before heading out. The fighting had all ready begun. Drakon could see limbs flying and blood being shed as shifters shifted in and out of their animal forms, vampires used their powers, and witches threw curses. He could see humans shooting, running stakes through vampires, cutting through shifters.

He growled deep in his throat, pulling his pale hair back and tying it at the nape of his neck, the nine horns visible. He could visibly see potential opponents stepping away as they saw the dragon awakening. For centuries he'd been tame. For centuries he'd bowed to the whims of his beloved, now it was time to show the terror within him. Show why the Drache family ruled. Why he was the Dragon. What his sword couldn't touch his magic did, bringing destruction for the purpose of good.


The Wild Powers didn't know what had happened above them. They did not know of the bodies that were being burned; of the war that had been halted by the death of Red Fern and the Oracle. They didn't know about the fighting, about the death, about the destruction.

"How far is this place?" Jez growled, continuing to walk.

"What if we aren't going the right way?" Iliana worried, gripping Hugh's hand tighter.

"Look guys, just relax." Ash grunted, "We aren't going to get stuck. I would hope we're better at sensing fresh and stale air than that."

Mary Lynnette nodded, "We're supposed to sense our way out, but Ash, these tunnels were created to derail Night People who were after the witches."

"And Sara and Petroculus made it clear that Iliana would help us find it. I'm sure if we were going the wrong way her magic or intuition would react."

"Can we just please keep walking?" Miles asked, annoyed. He hated being underground. As a bird shifter he wanted to be out in the open in air.

They continued on their journey.


Gillian cried out as she landed on the tree. She charged her magic and threw a ball of power at the shifter charging at her. It flew back as David shoved his stake through a vampire, having lost his gun hours ago. He grabbed Jill's hand and started running as Thea cried out, twisting her ankle. Eric tried to help her up just as spear was driven through him. Thea screamed as she felt the soulmate bond sever.

She instantly swirled around and dropped down beside him trying to heal him as blood poured from his mouth. She sobbed hard as she felt his soul dimming.

"Oh, Goddess, please! Please! No!" she cried pressing her hands to the wound, her magic seeping into him. She chanted the spell through her sobbing.

Eric grabbed her hands weakly looking into her eyes, Thea, stop. It's too late. It's over. I'm dying.

No, she sobbed through their bond final connection. She could feel his pain as though it were her own, You can't leave me, Eric. Please!

Thea, listen to me...I love you. You made my entire life worth living. And I wouldn't change any of it since the day I met you. We'll meet again. I promise.

Don't leave me. Please. I love you, please.

Be strong, Thea. That's what I always loved most about you. How strong you were, how selfless and good. We'll be together soon.

I love you, Eric. May the Goddess guide your soul back to me.

They kissed one final time before a shaky breath went through him and he stopped breathing all together. Thea buried her face into his chest and began sobbing, a broken sob that rocked through her. Samson charged forward and killed a vampire who'd been coming toward Thea. Rowan bent forward, trying to pull Thea to her feet.

"Thea, please, you must step away from this." she murmured into her ear.

"NO! I can't leave him here!" she sobbed.

"We'll take him inside with us, sweetie. Just please." Rowan begged.

Thea sagged against her cousin, sobbing as Rowan picked her up and fought her way through the battlefield as Samson followed, carrying Eric's body. They could see Poppy and James fighting together nearby and Thierry and Thackery moved forward fighting those who tried to get in their paths. Hannah moved forward as they got into the large castle taking Hannah into her arms and talking to her quietly. Rowan turned to Samson who had just laid Eric's body down gently.

Sara was right. This war wasn't going to be pretty.


The Wild Powers stepped out out into the night sky, half of them instantly seeing better.

Delos stopped Maggie from moving forward, bearing his fangs, his eyes glowing.

"What's going on?" Iliana said in shock.

Mary-Lynnette and Ash crouched their eyes glowing, readying themselves to attack as Morgead stood in front of Jez. He snarled just as a group of Night people descended. Iliana, Hugh, and Maggie stepped back as the others charged forward, fighting. Iliana screamed as someone grabbed her, not letting her hands near one another.

"Move and she dies." a voice growled.

The vampires stared over at Iliana just as others grabbed Maggie and Hugh.

"Witch, don't get any ideas or the humans die."

Iliana's eyes were wide with fear, but indignation flared up in her. Mary-Lynnette and Ash glared at the Night people who surrounded them, Morgead spitting at the leader's feet. Delos snarled as he watched one of the men grab Maggie.

"Let her go..." he snarled.

"Or what?" the man smirked.

"Move forward. Now." the leader barked.

"Delos, back off. He'll kill her." Mary-Lynnette said gently.

"When we get free. You'll be the first to die." Delos swore following his cousins.

Miles watched from the trees, his wings flapping angrily as he swirled around and flew back the way he came.


Thierry and Quinn talked strategy as Miles charged in through the doors, "They've been captured!"

Thierry looked at him bewildered, "What are you talking about? Miles, what are you doing here?"

"The Wild Powers and their soulmates! A group of Night People captured them as we exited the tunnels. They ambushed us."

Thierry looked at Quinn, "You and Rashel have to go and free them. And get the Iron Stake to them before it's too late."

"Can I help?" Philip asked moving forward.

"They can use all the help they can get and you can track them." Thierry replied.

Phillip took the Iron Stake from Thierry and hid it as they headed out into the night. Miles stuck to the skies as they neared the enemy's camp, Philip began to track them. Miles let out a piercing call. Rashel and Quinn headed out to meet him, leaving Phillip to his own devices, knowing full well he could handle himself.

"What are you doing here?" A quiet voice said nearby.

His head shot up and he stared at the brunette girl.

"I'm doing a spell." he replied.

The girl walked forward and looked at him.

"I've never seen you here before."

He eyed her, "I'm Phil."

"Nyxcate." she replied.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Getting away from my keepers. I led them to traitors who came upon our lands."

Phillip's eyes grew wide. Where were Rashel and Quinn?

"How many?"

"Eight. The Wild Powers and their soulmates."

Phillip nodded as he watched her, her piercing gray eyes stared up at the night sky.

"It's hard to believe there is a war when the sky looks so beautiful." she said quietly.

"That's the thing about nature. Even when all the creatures in the world are in turmoil it does what it wants."

She smiled, and to Phillip, became even more beautiful. She stared up at the moon, taking a deep breath.

"I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to do this again."

"Who knows. I just...I don't want to lose myself in all of this."

"Sometimes we have to lose the person we are to find the person we are meant to be." she said quietly, her grey eyes meeting his green ones.

Phillip smiled, "Yeah, but sometimes it's nice to be a carefree child again."

She chuckled, "I guess. No worries. Only games."

"And mud."

She laughed, a beautiful sound to Phillip's ears.

"NYXCATE!" a piercing voice shouted. Phillip bowed his head as Ruby Rosewood stepped forward.

"What do you want? Besides to ruin the night."

"You aren't supposed to leave the castle." she growled.

"I'm sorry." she replied, not sounding truly sorry.

"Who are you?" Ruby barked, noting Phillip's existence.

"None of your business. He's someone for me to play with. We're going back to the castle now. Come on."

Phillip followed behind Nyxcate, right into the heart of the enemy. He had to find the Wild Powers and free them.

"I know you're a traitor." Nyxcate said quietly.

"Then why protect me?" Phillip asked.

"Because you didn't treat me like a weapon when you met me." she replied, walking into a bedroom, "You won't get close enough to free your friends."

"I have to try."

Nyxcate simply stared at him.

"Thank you." Phillip said.

"For what?" she asked.

"For saving me."

She stared at him. No one had ever

"For allowing me to live."

Nycate frowned, "I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to."

"Why?"

"I don't know." she whispered, "But, I will not lead you to your friends. You are still my enemy."

He nodded, "I wish we weren't. You seem like a nice girl."

"I am a weapon."

"No. You're a beautiful woman. Goodbye...Nyxcate."

Phillip left, feeling as though something had been ripped away from him as he left her behind.

Nyxcate watched him go, a small sad smile creeping across her face. Too bad it wouldn't last long.