At one of the round tables in the empty cafeteria, the highest ranking Dark Daughter and sons were holding a meeting to discuss the Full Moon ritual and events for the month. The red-headed leader was nodding off, as usual. Her roommate, who would normally be leading the meeting in during her friend's unconsciousness, also was dozing off. Fahima's boyfriend couldn't bring himself to wake up the real leader, so he settled on nudging his girlfriend awake.

Cassidy stretched herself after the meeting was over. She looked curiously at her tired roommate as Nuhad told the tale of the girl falling asleep not only at the meeting but in at least one of her classes.

"Miss Good-goody-backwards-mark has never fallen asleep anywhere but her bed before." Nuhad stated, matter-of-factly.

"She has been sleeping pretty badly. The last several nights she woke gasping for air and stood in the bathroom for almost an hour before coming back to bed." Cassidy shrugged at Fahima's creeped out look. "That mark flipping giving you nightmares?"

The mirror sighed and leaned on the table. "Yeah, it has to be. I keep having the same dream... sort of..."

"What do you mean 'sort of'? Either it's the same or not."

"It always starts with this shadowy figure with bright green eyes and a filled in backwards mark..."

"Can you see anything else on her?" The ginger felt as if she knew the figure her friend was describing, from some other life.

"No, just the mark and eyes. There were vines and a sword in her mark though." Fahima took a breath before continuing. "It always starts with her holding a tree branch to my throat. Sometimes it turns into a sword and she lunges. Other times, she flips the branch and holds the handle of various blades out to me."

"Have you ever taken it?" Nuhad asked, his interested spiked at the mention of blades.

"I have, but then she falls on the blade."

Cassidy rummaged in Nuhad's bag and pulled out his laptop. She pulled up a specific picture.

"What are you doing? If this is some kind of prophecy, it means I have to kill someone like me, or she'll kill me." Fahima sighed, placing her chin on the table.

Cassidy snorted and placed the picture in front of the girl.

Fahima perked up and stared at the woman's eyes and Mark. "Who is this?"

"Kaine Macabre. She's been dead longer than we've been alive. You don't have to kill her, and she certainly won't be killing you."

"Well that's one person that won't kill her at least." Fahima glared at her boyfriend for the comment; he shrugged.

"Ah. So you called your parents and told them that you're a legitimate spawn of satan then?" Cassidy sighed. "Glad that Isis doesn't let them on the grounds, huh?"

"Yeah, they weren't very happy when I described this Xia person. You haven't talked about your parents for a while, what's up with them?" Fahima sighed, attempting to change the subject.

"They went back to England about two weeks ago, and I'm happy for them. I know how tired they were getting of the desert." Cassidy smiled and yawned. "I'm tired; going back to bed!"

"You can't go to bed! It's the middle of the day! Our free period is going to be over in ten minutes!"

"Nope. Going to bed. See you later." With that, the red-head bounded off to her room.

The mirror turned when her roommate greeted the priestess. She sighed and walked over to the door.

"What's up?" the fledgling asked, a little annoyed.

"Not much. I overheard your dream. Would you like to talk about that, or maybe your parents?"

"I want to know what the dream could mean."

"That is understandable, come we'll discuss it."

Sitting in the priestess's study, Fahima sipped on the tea she was supplied with. She smiled at the painting of the goddess on the wall.

"So could you tell what kind of branch Kaine was holding?" Isis asked, pulling up the vampyre's profile on her own laptop.

"No. It was just a branch."

"Well, Kaine's element was Earth. Maybe the branch represents the affinity and she'd handing it down to you."

"According to Cassidy, Xia said something about giving be something the former owner could have done great things with."

The priestess nodded. "Then it adds up. We'll see for sure during the full moon ritual. Any other concerns?"

"What about her killing me, in the dream?"

"I don't know. I guess you'll have to find out, huh?"

"Helpful."

"I'm not a Goddess. I don't know everything. I'm sorry." The priestess sighed. "I'll let you get back to class, but if see your roommate please tell her to come see me, okay?"

Fahima laughed. "Well, she's sleeping in the room right now, so if you go over there..."

"Ah. I would love to go wake up the lazy Dark Daughter leader."

The priestess walked over the dorm room of the two highest ranking fledglings on the campus and knocked on the door. After getting no answer, she sighed and opened the door. She sighed again and closed it promptly.

Nuhad exited the room promptly, nodded at the priestess and headed to class.

"Listen, Isis, I can explain..." Cassidy started.

The priestess put up her hand to stop her. "I am here to discuss another matter, you can explains this to your friend."

"Okay. What did you want to talk about?"

"Your lack of responsibility regarding your position of leader of the Dark Daughters."

"Oh... Yeah... I'm trying to get better. Sort of..."

"Can you promise that you can actually do it? Since Fahima has been rooming with you, you've let this slip."

"I know, but it was just because she was content to do my duties for me. She's going through a lot right now; I want to get back to doing it so she can focus on her issues."

"Well, you might want to think about helping her with her issues, not adding to them." The priestess left on that note, leaving the ginger to stew.