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Chapter 5.

The Destroyer, it comes, to kill the enemy,

Power resulted from soulmates love,

To be wielded only by them,

The first of her kind,

Ever to breathe, named through misfortune,

A miracle of all free peoples,

To kill her is to achieve the power of the gods,

The ability for either side to win the Great War.

What was that supposed to mean? Thierry had been studying the complete version ever since he had found it, using the one sentence to look through every single prophecy he could find in his paperwork and in the witch scrolls – which Mother Cybelle sent to him – at first it looked as though it was indicating Jez: the first of her kind. But to kill her wouldn't help Circle Daybreak win – the night world, yes, Daybreak, no – and it said that either side could win, depending on who killed this girl. Besides, Jez's name meant 'not exalted' after someone dying, eaten by dogs or something equally as fun. it might have been out of misfortune, but a lot of people had meanings to their names which weren't great. Why would Jez be special?

Either way, whether it was Jez or not, he had most of the soulmate couples staying in his mansion. Poppy and James were there, as were Quinn and Rashel, Jez and Morgead and Delos and Maggie, the only one's that weren't there were Thea and Eric, and Gillian and David who had gone home to their families. And Keller and Galen, of course. Thierry had been up studying the prophecy all night, and now – hearing a lot of shouting down the hall – he wondered if the caffeine was making him delusional. Still, he got up from his desk and went to the door, where Nilsson was – along with Poppy, James, Lupe and four other figures.

He squinted – no, not four. Five. Poppy was holding the baby in her arms, rocking it gently, Thea was leaning to the side a little, her arm around Eric's waist, his arms around her neck, she seemed to be holding him up. A woman and small girl who looked a little like Eric were also there, the woman carrying the girl.

They were all bleeding, even the baby. Thierry could see his new carpet rapidly being replaced, not that he was bothered, but that was easier to focus on than anything else, "Thea!" he called, because Eric didn't look in the mood for talk, "what happened?"

"Someone shot at Blaise, and no, we don't know why," she spoke in a rush, "luckily, they didn't get to her, but they shot Eric and Roz, I need to get them somewhere to heal him, and…" she broke off somewhere, "I broke cover to Eric's mother."

"That doesn't matter," Thierry shook his head dismissively, "come on, I'd say you could take them upstairs, but I don't think you'd make it," he lead them to the living room, his mind working over time, was it possible that Eric and Thea were the one's they were after? Or their baby? He wouldn't have guessed them in a thousand years."

"I thought when you said we'd be going to the leader of that organization's house, that he'd be around."

"That's Thierry," Thea pointed an aimless finger, but Mrs. Ross followed it anyway, "Him, but he's so…young."

"He's thousands of years old. He's a vampire," Thea said in an exasperated tone, "it doesn't matter," Eric collapsed on the couch and Thea started off towards the storeroom where they kept all their herbs and amulets."

Thierry followed her with his eyes, confused. Even if Eric and Thea were attacked, they weren't one of a kind species' – Thea was a witch and Eric a human – goddess knew there were enough of them. Then he felt a nudge at his back, and Poppy was there with Blaise.

Then it clicked. The result of soulmates love: a baby. Named through misfortune: Blaise's death had been unfortunate. A miracle: doctors said she should never have been alive. The first of her kind: the first witch old soul.

To kill her is to win the war: they had tried to kill Blaise.

"The Prophecy," he muttered, sitting down abruptly, could it be? He took one look at the kid, yes.

"What about it, Thierry?" Poppy asked innocently, sitting down with the Destroyer in her arms, soothing her.

"that baby is the Destroyer!" he howled it loud enough for everyone in the house to ehar, then he calmed, "you're going to have to get everyone together, Poppy. This is big."

"On my way," she agreed, starting off towards the stairs.