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Chapter 5

Ry dreamed as she slept unknowingly in Obie's bed. A black haired woman was standing on a sandy beach, at the very edge, where the surf lapped at her toes. Her white gown swirled in the ocean breeze, and her lovely face as she turned to look at Ry was of goddess-ly perfection. Raising a white hand, she beckoned Ryelle to join her, calling her name softly.

"Ryelle," she said in a voice like the clang of musical chimes. "Do you know who I am?"

"A goddess," Ry answered, a little shame-faced. "I feel like I should know more."

The woman sighed sadly. "You shall, in time, your memories will return to you."

Ry looked at her, confusion in her silvery eyes. "Am I a goddess, too?"

The woman smiled gently, her lips curved in a crescent. "That's for you to decide. I can only do my best to guide you. For example, look out to sea." Ry did as she was told, gazing over the peaceful ocean, the light sea breeze whipping at her hair as moonlight glimmered on the waves.

"See the light? Let it flow through you, embrace it thoroughly." Ry closed her eyes and bit her lip, feeling the pure light pulse in her veins. The sensation was painful, her Follower blood wanted the light gone. She tensed up, balling her hands up into fists. As she did, the wind picked up and began to howl fiercely at them. Ry's eyes shot open.

"Nothing to worry about," the woman assured her. "The wind is in the soul of every woman. It is representative of the power inside you."

The wind began to scream, twisting and turning the sand into tiny tornados. Ry covered her ears in pain and squeezed her eyes together tightly, shaking with anguished sobs.

"No! Control yourself, Ryelle! Control the wind!" The woman screamed over the storm, the sea beginning to twist and ten feet waves crashed on the shore around them.

"I can't!" Ryelle yelled back, fear filling her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

The woman looked at her sadly and a wave crashed down on top of her. Ryelle screamed, but when it receded, she was gone.

Loud, rude knocking roused Kyle from his nap on the living room couch. "Ow!" he yelled as he fell off the couch. He opened his sleepy eyes, and pulled at his paint-stained t-shirt. "What a way to wake up," he growled, annoyed. The knocking began again.

"Coming, coming!" he called. "Jesus." He ran a hand through his brown locks, glaring at the door, glancing at his half finished night scape, of a city of Nefandus. It was alright, you couldn't tell what it was yet. He pulled the door open, ready to glare at whoever had woken him. Instead, his jaw dropped. "C-Catty?"

Catty blushed. He was covered in paint stains and he still looked amazing. "This isn't a social call, Kyle," she said in what she hoped was a brisk tone. "Where's Ry?"

Kyle blinked stupidly at her, barely able to comprehend the fact that she was here, right in front of him, let alone answer a question. "Ry?"

"Our friend," Vanessa ventured helpfully, stepping out from behind Catty.

Jimena's tone was less friendly as she stepped aggressively into the apartment. "Oy, chico, you better tell us where your friend took Ryelle."

Kyle shook his head. "Look, Catty, not that I'm not happy to see you, but I have no idea what you and your friends are talking about."

Jimena snorted. "Please. Don't play stupid, loco. Your buddy kidnapped our friend, and if he's done anything to her, then he's going to get it, and so are you."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kyle repeated, getting irritated.

"He doesn't," Serena cut in.

"Can you hear Ryelle?" asked Vanessa anxiously. Serena shook her head, her lips set in a tense line.

Jimena stepped back, glaring still.

"Let's just all calm down," Kyle said, as if that was the last thing he wanted to do. "and sort this out. Obie! Berto! Samuel!"

A shadow stole into the room, and quickly materalized into a good-looking brown haired, well built boy. He folded his muscled arms over his chest, seeming to miss the four goddesses. "This better be good, Kyle, I was just on my way to pick up Maddie."

Kyle glared at him. "We have more important things to worry about than how much time you spend with your conniving girlfriend."

"Maddie is not conniving!" the brown haired boy replied hotly. Then he saw the goddesses and gasped. "The Daughters of the Moon?"

"No, we're Santa's helpers," Jimena sneered at him.

"Enough!" broke in Vanessa before Samuel could reply. "Tell us where Ryelle is!"

"Who?" Samuel asked, confused.

Catty sighed, massaging her temples. "This isn't getting us anywhere." She turned to her friends, "They don't even know her. And the more time we waste, the less chance we have of saving her." The others nodded, and they turned to leave.

"Wait," Kyle said, thinking fast. I lost you once, Catty, I'm not letting you walk away from me again. "Berto and Obie aren't home, maybe it was one of them you saw with your friend.

"Kidnapping our friend," Jimena glowered at him.

"Sure," Kyle said, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, let's just wait for them. OBIE! BERTO!"

A second shadow whipped through the window to form a dark haired Native-Central American boy in a leather jacket, holding a cigarette. "What?" His eyes roved over the girls, but he said nothing.

"These girls," Kyle said, sighing, "seem to think that one of us kidnapped their friend. Do you know anything about this, Berto?"

"Really." Berto cocked an eyebrow, looking curiously at the goddesses. "And why do they think that?"

Kyle looked at his roommate, horrified. "You knew."

Berto shrugged modestly.

"Where's Obie?"

"Don't believe them, Kyle!" Obie strode into the room from his bedroom, locking the door behind him. "I saw them with a powerful Follower, they've turned traitor!"

"Did not!" Vanessa yelled indignantly.

Catty shook her head. "No, you don't understand—''

"Where's Ryelle?" challenged Jimena.

Serena sent a warning through all of their minds to quiet the entire room. They all flinched and she smiled apologetically.

"We haven't turned, Stanton is my boyfriend, and for love of me he would never turn you in. You frightened us when you took off with Ryelle—we didn't know what you were," she said to Obie.

He glared at her. "Why do you expect me to believe you?"

"Because it's the truth," Jimena half-shouted.

"They're telling the truth, Obie," Kyle said on their behalf. "Catty would never turn to the Atrox."

"You only think that because you're blinded by your love for her!" Obie shot at him, and Kyle turned tomato red.

"Is that true?" Catty looked at him, shellshocked.

"Well, no, I mean yes, that is—'' he stuttered helplessly.

Catty blushed and turned away from him so he wouldn't see the look in her eyes. "It's over, Kyle. Why can't you just accept that?"