☽★𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝑰 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔★☾

Cassie gets a badass sword and Sadie gets a pebble

"Why are you so weird around me?" Sadie asks. "No reason", Cassie mutters. "Then be normal", Sadie says. "Why couldn't you haven't figured it out before you broke my heart?" Cassie asks. Sadie has stopped walking. "What?"

"Why couldn't you have figured out you were bisexual before who broke my fucking heart?" Cassie blinks back angry tears. "You told me I wasn't your type."

"I'm sorry, alright. Are we good?"

"No, we're not good. You broke my heart." Cassie keeps walking and Sadie follows her. "Even Skai or Percy haven't been able to heal it."

"Cas..."

"Forget it."

"I can't. We need to talk about this."

"There's nothing left to say."

"A bit dramatic, don't you think? Watch out!" Sadie pushes Cassie aside. They duck underneath a pretty archway with white roses hanging from it. Cassie turns to look back. The tiny hairs in her arms rise. "What the fuck is that?" She looks at the huge bird-like creature in horror. "She's not a monster. Not really." There's sadness in Sadie's voice. It startles Cassie. An arrow whizzes past her. "No!" she shrieks. Cassie raises her hands. The arrow stops. Cassie's chest heaves slowly. She drops her hands. The arrow hits the cobblestones. "You made me miss", a young woman snarls. Her dark blue hair is choppily cut. There's a storm behind her blue eyes. She looks like the heroine from an apocalyptic film. "She's not a monster", Sadie repeats. The woman sighs and retrieves her arrow. She puts it back on her quiver. Cassie swipes a few scarlet drops from her nose. "How do you know?" She inquires. "I've seen her before'', Sadie says grimly, watching the creature struggle to enter the narrow corridor. "She's just a child."

"What did you want to talk about, Mabs?" Frank asked. "Not a good moment", Mabel hissed. "Just trying to distract myself from the giant monster!" Frank hissed back. They watched the creature's feathers turn golden. The facade melted. A child lay on the ground, blue hair plastered on her forehead. She was very pale. "Guys, call help!" Sadie shouted. "I don't think she's breathing."

"Who are you and what are you doing in Mystery Shore? It's not safe." The woman's eyes hadn't left the creature. She shrieks and flies away. "No, we need to help her." Sadie's eyes were full of worry. Cassie's stomach gives a lurch. "We can help her later", she says. "Right now we need to find Skai and the others."

"Right. I'm Sadie and this is Cassie."

The woman sighs. "My name is Isis. I shall assist you. This war has taken enough lives." She leads Sadie and Cassie to a small courtyard. A tall woman is waiting for them. Her long hair is blonde and tangled and there's a wild look in her dark green eyes. "Isis? What's going on?" she asks. "These women are looking for their friends", she replies simply. "I've agreed to assist them."

"I suppose we'll have to. My name is Honey."

"We don't need help", Cassie interjects. "Yes, we do", Sadie hisses. "I have magic", Cassie says. "That's not enough. If you don't have training, you won't be able to protect yourself." Honey hands her a sword. "Here. Think you can manage a blade this sharp?" Cassie bites back every remark that comes to her mind and nods. You're not enough. Honey turns to Sadie. She hands her a pebble. "Really? Cas gets a badass sword and I get a pebble?" She frowns. "Toss it into the air and it'll turn into a dagger", Honey explains with an eye roll.

Daya crossed the bridge quickly spinning around to find one of the werewolves sprawled behind her with some blood tangled up in its silvery fur. Daya kneeled down. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "But you attacked me." She spun around, leaping to her feet. "Silver, huh? You don't see many silver weapons these days." Daya swayed at the sudden, familiar voice. She turned around to see a tall girl. Her orange hair glowed in the reddish sunlight. Her dark blue eyes glowed. "Lysandra", Daya muttered. Lysandra had a gaping wound in her chest but she held up her hand and it was gone. "You're lucky the blow wasn't fatal." Daya sighed. "Of course I'm lucky. Vicious werewolves attack me every morning."