Craeton 7

On the night she'd died, one of the feelings that surged over all was regret, maybe if she was evil and siphoned the powers of those who talked down at her, she'd have been respected, if she'd broken all rules, lived to her satisfaction she'd have died happily and now......., she's been given a second chance and she wasn't going to ruin it.

Now she was something more, as dark as the night with eyes red as a blazing fire, a creature befitting of a thief, that was the last spell casted upon her and now she has waited enough, she'd watched how they forgot about her, they didn't even give her a befitting last rest, she watched how her name was used as an insult to anyone and the people who killed her? She watched as they began their own families after destroying the only thing she had to one.

She felt rage consume her heart and without much restrain she let it consume her whole being, she had been preparing herself to defeat them, gathering enough power, waiting for when they'll be at their weakest and now it was time to act. She was going to take their powers from them, drain their life source and destroy them.

She called herself a Craeton, a creature from nothing, with her new being came new powers, with the amount of life and magic she'd drained she was able to keep the magic within her longer than before and her strength and aura had permanently but dangerously increased.

Over the last few years, she'd gone around the villages, whispering her new found self in the ears of youngsters, coming to them as nightmares, explaining her powers and to those who scorned at them telling them to shut up, they'd turn up dead. Few times she'd explained who she really was to some and it spread about how the fourth Coterie of the blessed had killed an innocent.

And that was what she wanted, now they knew of her reign, few of them were having sleepless nights even before she started her torture, there was no mercy to any of them and to the ones who got in her way.

"What if we just tell everyone the truth about what happened that night?" Fynna's hands were wrapped around her slightly shivering, she's been having nightmares about Vanice, about that night, she heard the screams of Vanice asking her for help, calling her name.

"Fifteen years and now a mother and you still behave like a teenager, look at you all, scared of what she might do, if she comes we'll defeat her, this started with us, it should as well end with us, no need to involve anyone."

"I knew, I knew we couldn't go Scott free and now..." Judy's red eyes glared at Jeanie. This was her fault. Unbeknownst to them of the darkness that stayed behind watching them.