Chapter Six: Lady Saratina

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Chapter Six: Lady Saratina

Adam's P.O.V. 

Me and Alesa walked home from meeting with Tyler at the hotel. It was surprisingly nice for winter in Seattle. And by nice, I meant twenty-six degrees fahrenheit. Because winters in Seattle are freezing. 

"You two," said a voice from the shadows of an alley.

I looked over to see a lady in a chair. She was abbot in her mid sixty's .Her face was wrinkly, and her skin was unnaturally pale. Her eyes were a deep turquoise, along with her short, curly gray hair. She kinda freaked me out.

The lady also had a black piece of cloth around her head with a red jewel in the middle. All she was wearing was a sleeveless black dress. No shoes. She was at a small folding table with a black cloth over it. Two gray chairs were in front of it. 

Alesa looked over, too. "Are you talking to us?" I asked. 

"Yes," the lady answered. "Come over here. Sit down."

Alesa and I shot each other nervous glances. But we walked over and sat down anyways. The lady smiled, revealing her surprisingly white teeth. 

"Hello," she said. "You can call me Lady Saratina. I ask that you put your hands flat on the table so I can look at your palms."

We did as told, and put the back of our hands on the table. Lady Saratina lightly dragged her extremely long purple finger nails across them. I had to hold back my laughs, since she did it so light it tickled. But I still was forced to crack a smile. She nodded, and took her finger off, leaning back it her chair. 

"Just as I expected," Lady Saratina stated. "You both have had recent contact with a child of darkness."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I questioned. 

 "A child of darkness is just what it sounds like; a child slowly being taken over by darkness. One is created when Hades dabs their soul with darkness when they are born. That darkness slowly grows until it takes over the host's soul. This happens at age ten or eleven.

"When it starts to take over, they get strange powers. Most plants they touch with their bare hands will die. The ground beneath their feet will sometimes turn pitch black. They can grow what we call 'plants of darkness', which is shaggy trees or vines, like something you'd see in a horror movie.

"They can see better in the dark than in the light. Their blood and tears are black as night. There's more they are capable of, but you'll have to figure that out for yourself."

"That's what Wyn's nightmare was like last night!" I whispered to Alesa. "At least, what she told me."

Alesa looked at me, shocked. "Can you fix a child of darkness?" She blurted out. "You know, change them back to normal?"

"Good question," Lady Saratina said, tapping her finger on the table. "Yes, you can. But it's up to them to cure themselves. Their powers and inner darkness truly make their mark when they turn sixteen. But there's a way to break yourself free from the curse. 

"You see, when a child is dabbed with darkness, some extra light is put into them Theia. If they learn to tame their power and discover that small dab of light, the light will push the darkness out of their system. Their evil powers will be replaced with pure, light powers. But people have rarely managed to do it."

"What if they don't cure themselves?" I asked, extremely curious for some odd reason. 

Lady Saratina sighed heavily. "If not, Hades will come and collect them by the time they turn eighteen. The child will become one of his children, and will be eternally locked away in darkness and despair."

Alesa shot me a worried look. I tried to look calm as I talked to Lady Sartina. "I think we'll be going now. Goodbye." I said simply before getting out of my chair.

Alesa did the same. We started walking back home. I felt like Lady Saratina was watching me the whole time. What she said was still on my mind. Mostly because of Wyn. 

Wyn was about eleven. Alesa and I had been around her quite a bit. She had had a nightmare about darkness the night before. Could she be a child of darkness?

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