Author's Note: We haven't heard from the Mayfield sisters in a while. So, I decided to see how two of them were doing. Once again, it's Facebook saves to the rescue. Damn, I saved so much over the years. I'm still cleaning those out. I almost forgot about some of the ideas that I had saved. Well, I am going to have to change that not only for the main stories but for the side pieces as well. Wish me luck. I already know what I am going to do next week. I came up with it while I was walking over to my grandmother's house. Look forward to that. For now, enjoy this week's match.


Match Thirty-Four: Divination:

Hecate snickered. So it has begun. She knew that her little sisters would pull something like this. It was just as well. It made her plans so much easier. In order for things to work, she was going to have to look for something.

Or rather someone.

Hecate liked to do things one step at a time. Once again, she found herself out in the woods. It would look like she was going around in a circle. However, there was a method to this madness. The nightcomer let out a low whistle. She paused and took a listen. She could still hear birds and animals in these woods. Hecate couldn't help but laugh to herself. Well, it's gotten better at faking being outside. Still, she wasn't fooled.

Hecate whistled again. She kept her ear to the winds. She held up her left arm. The nightcomer turned and walked down a moss-covered path. Hecate held out a small silver crystal. She took in the low hum dangling from her hand. Hecate began counting down the steps as she walked. The sounds around her started to soften. A small smirk came across her face. Here came the part that was going to take a little more work on her part. Hecate slowed down her pace as she walked down the narrowing stone path. She didn't lose count of how many steps she took to get down here.

Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thiry-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five.

She began to hear the faint sound of water running in the distance. Just a little bit further. Hecate lifted her chin and kept walking.

Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty.

The nightcomer used the water to guide the rest of the way. The crystal in her hand began to glow. Getting closer. Just a little bit further…

Splash!

Ah. Here she is. Hecate turned to her right. Even in the dim lighting, she could make out the surface of the lake like lights guiding a plane to land. The nightcomer took a breath to listen. Ah, there it was. The singing rippled across the surface. Hecate tried to focus past the song. A swan swam around on the surface while another one was in flight. The nightcomer waited as she looked through the haze. Come on. Where are you?

Hecate looked further out onto the lake. There was a figure standing out in the middle of the water. Wildflowers were tangled up in the fizzy red hair. Her sleeveless white dress clung to her body as she danced around in the water. Hecate smirked.

Bingo.

The nightcomer let out another whistle. Suddenly, the woman stopped. She looked over at Hecate.

"Good evening, my lady," Hecate said with a bow. The woman tilted her head. There was nothing in her eyes. Just a dark and cloudy stare. Hecate inched closer to the water. I leaned over enough to keep her balance.

"I have come with a bargain," Hecate said. The woman in the water cocked her head to the side. The nightcomer reached into her pouch and pulled out three black stones.

Now, the bargain could begin.


Meanwhile, Tessa had her own plans to carry out. Sabine set them off to the races. Hecate was already hard at work on her plans. Her path took her out into the fields. But that is not where she needs to be. Tessa had her crystal out and hanging. Despite there being no soul, it started swaying in the wind. She too counted her steps.

Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven. Twenty-eight.

Tessa walked up a grassy hill. She stopped and looked over. Just a bit further down. Her crystal gave off a gentle hum. The nightcomer started her walk down.

Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five.

The sounds of the sea filled her ears. Good. Just a little bit further. Tessa slowed down her steps as she walked down the hill.

Twenty-nine. Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two. Thirty-three. Thirty-four. Thirty-five.

The sounds of the sea started to get louder. Tessa looked out in front of her. She could see where the line for the sand began. She even started to see the waves roaring toward the beach.

Thirty-six. Thiry-seven. Thirty-eight. Thirty-nine. Forty. Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. Forty-four. Forty-five.

Tessa's feet touched the sand. The tedious part was complete. She looked out upon the misty sea. Heavy clouds rolled over the weak morning light in the sky. Through the mist, Tessa spotted who she was looking for.

A woman with long black hair stood in the middle of the water. Sea water soaked through her long white dress. She held out a glowing lantern by her side. The woman stared out at the dark cloud and the sea mist.

Tessa whistled. She stepped closer to the rushing waves. She refused to let her feet touch the water. The nightcomer whistled again. This time, the woman slowly turned her head. Tessa smirked.

"My lady! I have come to bargain!" she shouted over the waves. The woman didn't respond. Tessa reached into her pouch and dropped something in the water. A little bit of black fizz surfaced to the top. Now, she had the woman's attention.

And now the bargain can begin.

We shall the ladies alone with their scheming for now. Let's see what's going on with a certain pair of brothers, shall we?