A Conversation

"Bella, wake up." Caro said gently.

I sat up and stretched, my muscles cramped from sleeping in the car. I sat up, looking out the window. We were in the forest; clusters of buildings could be seen through the trees.

"Where are we?"

"The Helstu Stöð in America." Avaria stated.

"What?"

"It's Icelandic. It means main base, basically. Our Höfuðstöðvar, headquarters, is stationed in Iceland, but we have a Helestu Stöð in every country. It helps us stay organized."

"I had no idea your organization was so big." I replied. It was true, I had picture the Sisterhood of fire being a small group of vigilantes.

"We work hard to recruit more members."

"So, besides hating vampires, what does the Sisterhood of Fire do?"

"Our main job is finding missti sjálfur, or lost ones. There are supernatural creatures that grew up away from there own kind, usually in the homes of humans but sometimes in the homes of supernaturals that are unaware of what the child is. Commonly those are Children of the Moon or Vampires since, unlike with many supernaturals, they have little to no contact with other supernaturals because they start out as human, and supernaturals stay as far away from humans as they can, while they are fine with other supernaturals knowing of their existence. Even when a vampire or Child of the Moon is changed, generally supernaturals avoid them as they do humans because they have been know to have horrid tempers.

Our other job is being judges. When there is an argument that the parties involved can't settle, they turn to the Sisterhood of Fire. We are also teachers, excepting supernaturals from everywhere so that they can learn to be anything they want to be, sometimes they stay with us, and other times they go off and work for others. That is basically what we do." Avaria finished

"Wow."

"We do other things as well, but that is the nutshell version."

"So, what's my job going to be?"

"For a little while, a student."

"After that, then what?"

"Don't know. Depends on what Meleu decides for you."

"What will I be learning?"

"May I ask a question before I answer that one?"

I nodded.

"How do you see?"

"What do you mean?" There is no way Avaria knows I am blind, unlike most bind people my eyes look normal, not clouded, not white.

"I have a gift of being able to see peoples weaknesses. I can very easily tell that you are blind, yet you know enough of the world around you o be able to look into my eyes."

"I sense things." I said, too shocked to do anything other than answer her question.

"What do you mean?"

"Well . . ." I was not sure how to explain this. "I suppose you could say I am seeing with my mind's eye."

"Ah." Avaria nodded as we turned into a parking lot that was hidden by the trees.

I got out of the car, stretching. We walked up a narrow path and cam to a clearing filled with temporary tents and permanent log houses.

"Welcome to the Helstu Stöð. Or as I like to call it, Hell with pretty houses."

I couldn't argue with that statement.