Disclaimer: I own none of the awesome DOTM characters, though I would love to! The ideas, however are my own invention, thingamajig.

Authors Note: I would like, once again, to direct everyone to the little blue button on the left hand side of the screen, near the bottom, that reads, "Submit review". Well, you heard the button! So follow the directions people! Sheesh, does it take that much time to write 'I love your story, you rock', or whatever on it? No, it does not. So read and obey, my friends. I would also like to apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Oh, and check out 'Daughters Daughters' also by me, if you want a good read—me think it might be okay.

Fighting the Followers, as Kerissa soon learned, was not the easiest thing in the world. It was thrilling, yes, but not easy.

Their thoughts, screams of hell, floated across her mind, rippling, plotting, destroying. One Follower dared approach to close.

Kerissa purposely let down her guard.

Is Little Goddess afraid to fight? The Follower asked, mockingly.

Kerissa slammed her mind into his. "Of course not." She told him, dead serious, as he fell to the ground, unconscious. "I abhor violence."

Kerissa jumped over the body of the Follower and looked around. Followers by the millions were floating down from the stadium, ready for battle. She knew that, although she could leech their powers easily, that there were too many. She could make them into shadows or transport them to Nefandus, but they would be caught easily. But how did you run from phantoms?

What they needed, she knew, was Stanton and Alex. Together, they definitely had enough power to stop this.

But something told her that they were doing something more important. More important then their lives. She knew that they weren't going to come. Well, she thought, I'm taking as many of them down as I can.

She lashed out at the Followers, drinking in their power, relishing in the feel of their terror. They had never encountered anything that could suck away their powers. Never thought that anything more could be taken from them after they had lost hope and gained immortality. Now they knew otherwise.

She found herself separated from the Daughters, and fought her way back to them. She linked arms with Serena. Together, they lashed out, Kerissa's power tripling Serena's, and three Followers keeled over.

"Where's the moon?" Kerissa asked, suddenly noticing the moon's absence.

"New Moon today," Serena whispered.

Kerissa glanced to the other Daughters. They were loosing ground rapidly. The power of darkness was seeping into them already. Serena wasn't fazed, though.

"Why isn't it affecting you?" Kerissa asked.

"I'm the Chosen one of Hekate," Serena replied, "light and dark are opposite forces, but, in the end, they're both needed. There can be no light without dark. They are equal forces. We never appreciate the good without the bad."

Kerissa nodded. It made sense. "But why does that—

Serena cut her off. "I'm most powerful at New Moon, in the darkness."

"How come I'm not fading?" Kerissa asked, as she bowled over another three Followers. There was a circle of bodies surrounding her and Serena.

"I don't know," Serena frowned. "I'll ponder that later."

"Right." They went back to fighting the Followers. It was exactly like Hercules fighting the Hydra—every time one Follower fell, ten more took its place.

Suddenly, pain racked Kerissa's body, and she fell to the ground.