Dark Object

"Hey.....you good?" Halley's voice was so light as she lifts Cheryl up from her lying position.

With a groan and hand behind her head, Cheryl steadies herself in a sitting posture, back resting on the the headboard.

"Yeah, what happened?"

"You were sleeping?" Halley says wondering why she was even asking.

"No, I was....folding the clothes and then..... Ah....I can't remember."

"Mason said you were resting, maybe fatigue caught up to you and then you slumped?"

"Hmm... Maybe." She looks around the room with a frown. "Could he have used his powers on me?"

"But why would Mason do that?"

"If only I knew, something is happening and there's no good feeling about it." She places her leg on the floor in an attempt to rise.

"Well, since we're not sure why Mason would use his powers on you, we can stick with you needing to rest."

"No, please, no more rests. What's happening now? Has anyone made a move?"

"I'd still suggest you don't concern yourself with that but if it helps, I can think of a way for you to watch what happens on Belteram but it can only be from my view."

"You're not going to let me fight?"

"Huh? Fight? For what? This isn't our fight, this is between the werewolves....."

"Which we both know isn't exactly as it seems, the dark witches are behind their war in the first place and this sacrifice could as well determine the future of supernaturals including us." Her voice was firm and final.

"And that's why I'm going to make sure I take care of it, you can just watch from this." She pulls out an object from her pocket, a round transparent crystal. "And what's that?" Cheryl inquires.

"One of my many creations."

"A Dark Object?"