"I'll be out for a while, so why don't you just make yourself comfortable."
"Is this really necessary?" Wuya growled from her bed.
Chase smirked at her from the door, key in one hand and the knob in the other. He was no fool, he knew Wuya was searching for a way to restore her powers. Locking her in her room may not stop her, but it certainly would slow her down.
"Ponder that while I'm out, Witch," he hissed, his lizard eyes glowing. "Have fun."
He closed the door before Wuya could reach it. She scowled when she heard the tell-tale click of the lock, followed by Chase's boots clunking down the hall. It served her right, walking back into a place where she had no choice but to follow orders. She knelt down and examined the lock, wondering if she could quietly pick it and get out. She growled when she realized she couldn't, then went to the window. Chase was walking down his road, away from his citadel. Wuya could sense that he knew she was watching, so she whipped around, stormed to the door, and side-kicked it. It flew off its hinges and crashed into the wall, creating such a crater that it hung there. The second she walked into the hall three of Chase's cats were upon her, snarling viciously.
"Down, kittens," she growled as she started to walk past them.
Each cat crouched, but obediently stepped aside when she came closer; one even began to follow her, a female with stripes and spots. Wuya looked into every room she came to but found nothing of interest. Most were either libraries or armories.
How many suits of the same armor does one wannabe villain need? she asked herself, absently stroking the feline's head as she came to the end of the hall.
A low pink light coming from under the door caught her attention, and she pushed back the portal to see an orb in the middle of the room, with a blurry image in the center. Wuya glanced down at the lion as she stepped cautiously into the foyer.
"What's with your master and orbs?" she mumbled.
The cat growled in a sort of agreement as Wuya looked the orb up and down, only inches from it, then placed her fingers on it. The picture cleared when she pulled away, revealing a clam that opened to a strange sight. Wuya furrowed her brow as she stared at a sleeping baby with shining black hair and thick, long lashes. It yawned and she took a step back, floored by how like Chase she was. The cat gave another growl as it watched the child settle back into sleep.
"I was thinking the same thing..." Wuya muttered.