Thank you Black Star for pointing out the errors in my last chapter, I am not too sure on just the right date yet, have to work some things out with the plot and it is not easy, it was set in the 1200s, that's all I got for now. Anyways I am working on updating the last chapter a bit based upon your review.

hope you enjoy this one!

Finn Attacks

Fully recovered, and focused on the dangers at hand she rejoined Camille and Elijah at the house. She was slightly surprised at Elijah's leniency at her disapearance recently, although that might be explained by the distraction of his and Camille's still working on his own inner demons, and the care of Hope.

Hope, who it seemed had managed to somehow pull something off of the table, while she was still laying on the ground. Babies were trouble, She knew it before hand, but seeing it first hand was certainly not helping the case of people saying that they were a joy to be around. She couldn't help but notice that Hope's cries, and the sight of her injury, seemed to have flashed him back to a memory or something. She watched curiously as Camile helped to pull him out of it, then speak to him of some PTSD cases, whatever that was. She had heard of such people, psychaotrists that helped people with trauma and stuff, but she had always wondered about the effectiveness of it. She thought that Camille just wanted some free work done around the home, or to give herself some free time away from the house.

Elijah did not seem to think that there was significant danger as She was not ordered to protect Hope and Camile. Instead She spent the time shadowing Elijah as he spent the day doing whatever chores Camile had put on the list. Although she did stay out of sight, she figured that if she was out of sight she was out of mind, and wouldn't be ordered to help with the chores. He seemed so lost in thought that he didn't even hear the ringing of his phone. She thought that was to her own benefit, as those chores really didn't look at all like any type of fun.

Finally growing bored of watching Elijah, and not interested in answering someone's own phone for them She decided to go on a brief patrol.

Once done with the patrol she had just managed to slip her clothes back on when she felt the ring give a warning of danger, followed by a sudden draining sensation. The ring sent its cumpulsion to defend her master, but she was already moving, speeding off to her master's defense.

She spotted Finn trying to use magic on Elijah again and once more the ring drained strength from her. Finn's magic was too strong for the ring to stop despite it gaining strength from The Cursed One, and it allowed him to halt his brother's charge at him.

She snarled and charged at Finn, desiring nothing more than to tear his head off. He merely smirked and turned to face her attack, raising his hand and forcing her to a sudden stop. She found that despite her considerable strength, and the protection of the ring, she could not get anywhere near him, his power was just too great.

"I wondered what you were using to defend against my magic." Finn said, turning to face her master, still keeping her from attacking him. "Mother told me how that little ring worked, I think that it is time for you to have a new master now." He said the last facing The Cursed One, still holding that victorious smirk.

His smirk turned as deadly as a cobra's and, using his magic slammed her to the ground, and used yet another spell gave her a head splitting headache before turning to his brother.

The memory of Hope's eyes, the innocence in them, and the certainty that Finn would forever dim those eyes caused her to grit her teeth. She found for some reason that she could not bear the thought of Hope being hurt. She snarled in frustration and rage, fighting the spell that kept her on the ground.

By now the ring was firing off its cumpulsion of the ring and she channeled the pain of that into further strength trying to rise, but it was still too late. By the time she had risen to a knee Finn had already sent a surge of magic, impaling his brother on the farm tools that hung on the walls.

She watched as her master struggled, trying to pull the wood from his chest, before finally stopping, unable to fight the steady advancement of death that was creeping up on him.

The ring gave its usual flare of agony for her failure to defend her master causing her to close her eyes and grit her teeth at the pain of it.

Finn only smiled triumphantly at the death of his brother, before turning to look at his prize. He was eager to see just all that he could accomplish with such a weapon at his side.

I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but it was necessary.

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