Chapter 62: Mom glided over to us. She had a long gold dress that reached her ankles, with gladiator sandals. She had a bruise on her cheek but she looked as captivating as usual. “Did you think I would make it so easy as to use the weapon everybody thinks of?” she chuckled. “I have been waiting for you to come here. The only bait I needed was a small pink flash! Who would have thought?” Before we could say a word she whisked around to look at Hilda, who apparently was playing with a mirror and warping it. “Ahh, no no. Let’s keep this peaceful for all you mirror demons,” she chastised. Making an odd hand movement, she whispered a word and every mirror in the vicinity shattered. “Much better,” she said, wiping her hands. “Now you see the power I have,” my mother said, her voice dripping with hysterical glee. “I have journeyed through hell, to the very depths of it, to gain my allies and my power. You really should not try going against me.” I wasn’t really paying attention. What I was focused on was Ember, my mother’s new ally, who had apparently betrayed us all. Including camp. And worst of all, he had been named deputy. He had earned trust from so many people. My anger chilled me even in the heat of Hell. His hands were red hot and he was weaving what looked suspiciously like chains. “Those are chains,” Darkness’s voice penetrated my consciousness. “He’s going to try to bind you.” So while my mother was distracted, talking to Phoenix, I tried my luck and blasted a chill air at Ember, making his chains freeze, along with his hands. My mother looked at me, her eyes narrowed. “Well done!” she clapped sardonically. “But it’s not enough.” Then she whispered another word, and two shadowy creatures emerged, and I found a knife next to my neck. “Now, let’s see how you like being on the other side,” she said.
Chapter 63: Apparently, in doing that, she forgot about Darkness of Night and Fang of Blood, not to mention Phoenix. Phoenix lifted a curved blade, laced with red. SHe whispered a word of her own and the black knife fell from my neck. Mom responded with another whispered word of her own, and her own blade appeared, and the shadowy figures sank into the ground. “You wish to beat me?” she asked, her eyebrow raised. “Well then, go ahead.” And then all hell broke loose. Quite literally. Author's Note: The Author has gone to the bathroom. Please wait. (Monotone vice then a telephone beep)
