Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

The D-day would have simpler if that was what it was. It was more a of D week. The basement filled with the bleeding witches was the first target. Margot healed very quickly enough from her injuries to begin her part of the part. She slipped through the chains with ease and landed on her feet smoothly. 


The room was filled with the scent of death looming over her former allies and family. But then again no one forced them to pick the wrong side. She sealed off the only door with her magic and sent out her own bird cry to the rest. Letting them know she was in position. 


Not a minute later, Danny portalled in with stomping his feet in frustration and flinching in disgust at the revolting smell of his new surroundings. 


“I thought I would be at the fore front. This is just ridiculous!” Danny stomped angrily. 
