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DIARYLAND
2003-11-28 - 8:26 p.m.
"Wait, so you want us to believe that Cyrus, a part time drug dealer and full time scum bag, is behind some cult too?"
"I'm not telling you to believe it, but this seems like more than just a coincidence. Steph said that most of the members that she's had the unpleasantness of having to deal with have the same type of scars you do, crosses or X's over the shoulder blades as if a set of wings had been cut off and an upside-down cross between them. In most myths the upside-down cross was a symbol of falling from heaven, the cuts on the shoulder blade would be like an angel removing it's wings to come to earth. And again, I'm not saying that Cyrus is behind everything but there can't be that many people with that name in a town like Redstone." "So why did they bother me when I was fighting Aaron yesterday? They've never bothered me during any other fight I've been in." "The scars on your back are a symbol of that cult. Aaron is most likely a member of that cult in some way. If you were both marked in the same way, with the same magic, then you would affect each other in some way. Like magic always does something when it comes in contact with like magic. You itched, he probably became angrier or stronger or something." "So when Aaron fights me he becomes The Incredible Hulk or something? And I just itch, I got screwed on that one." "I'm not saying I understand it either. I'm just telling you what I know." Amy looked at her watch and quickly stood up. "We can argue about this later. It's almost noon, we need to grab some food and get on the road. Redstone is about a three and a half hour drive. That means we'll get there about four and won't have much time to get started." "Amy's right, the longer we stay here the longer Mary stays missing." "When was it decided that you were going with us?" "I know you two know people in Redstone, but you don't have what Cyrus is looking for. He's looking for magic users and fighters, granted Seven held his own against Aaron, but I don't think that will be enough." Amy interrupted her, "This is not the time for rambling, just say what you have to. Seven start packing." I started to throw some clothes into a duffel bag. I didn't know how long we would be gone so I threw about a weeks worth of shirts and assorted things into the bag while they argued. "Most of the women in my family have the ability to use magic in one form or another. My great-great-grandmother was the last to have any ability beyond simple charms and glamours, the last until my power kicked in. The family is originally from here in Shawston and her coven still exists here. That's why I was sent out here, it wasn't a punishment like I've been telling everyone. It was so I could be trained in how to use my power." "And you've been here, what like three weeks, how much training could you have received?" "That's the thing. The first thing they taught me was a spell of learning. After that I absorbed their knowledge with a touch. After two weeks of practice I was more powerful than they could even imagine. "So you're some kind of uber-witch then? And as soon as we get to Redstone Cyrus will seek you out because you have the power he's looking for." "Seven and I do, yes." Amy and I both looked at her, disbelief apparent on our faces. "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'll explain on the way. My car is downstairs, let's get going. Amy picked up her bag from my floor and we went downstairs. I wrote a quick note telling Natalie that the three of us had left and that I'd call her when we got to Redstone. Nikki had already told Susan what was going on and that she'd be all right. Amy didn't like the idea of leaving her bike at the house, so Nikki cast some kind of spell on it and it shrunk down until it was no bigger than a child's toy. She picked it up and put it in the back seat with me. Nikki drove which irked Amy some more. I could tell this was going to be a long trip.
