Entry 1: Battle The Beast

Voice in The Wind

"Your stupid bloody cards, your stalling tactics haven't gotten any less pathetic, next time put something useful in your pocket." Martin calmly mocked as he took a step forward grabbing Quentin by the throat with his mind chocking him in midair. While his devious smile began to mark his face, Quentin had been thrown backward causing him to slide as he fell to the floor.

"Martin." A familiar voice traveled as the wind carried it throughout the room.

"What the fuck was that?" Penny asked looking around the room as if psychically scanning for the source.

"Martin." The voice called again this time loud enough to paralyze everyone in the room. "My sweet boy, what has become of you?" The sweet English voice whispered for only him to hear. She was not ready to reveal who she was to the others. Martin for the first time in decades began to lose himself in his emotions.

"Mother?" he mumbled so low no one was able to pick up what he had just revealed.

"Now." Quentin mouthed as his gaze met Alice's.

"Shit." Alice quickly replied as she looked down to see the dagger had been removed from its holster.

"Looking for something?" Martin smiled as he held up the dagger in the air. In his mind, he told himself there was no voice just a temporary mental breakdown from constantly being interrupted by these children. Rationalizing the situation, he began to blame the wind for it had started to play games. For Fillory even in its weakest state had come to torment him, taking the side of its new rulers.

"Martin I suggest you put that knife down." It was evident now this voice belonged to a woman, someone who struck fear into The Beast, the same beast everyone had been so afraid of since the beginning of the school year. "Why has it come to this my love?" She asked as the wind began to take the form of a woman of 5'6 with an almost perfect hourglass shape, if it weren't for the rapid speed of the wind you would have never been able to see the figure for what it was.

"But how?" Martin asked while suppressing the last of his humanity; he had thought he had destroyed long ago.

"My beautiful boy I never left your side." The woman smiled as Martin brought himself down to his knees as she began to softly stroke his left cheek. To the others it was like a train wreck they couldn't look away not even for a moment, they couldn't believe what was taking place. To Martin, she was not just air but the physical form of his mother with her loose brunette curls, soft green eyes surrounded by faint freckles and of course her sweet smile. The same smile that he saw every time his mind left his body behind to be dismantled by the real monster Mr. Plover.

"Which one of you is doing this?" The Beast yelled as he stood up, as anger began to take over. The moths came fluttering back into the room covering his face once more. Standing face to face with the figure in the wind he adjusted his hand movements attempting to choke the figure as he had done with Quentin. But nothing the figure just stared into the moths as if looking deep into his bright blue eyes. "You two!" he pointed to Penny and Julia. "The physic and temptress, get rid of this figure immediately!" He ordered as the moths began to pick up speed as if trying to create their rapid winds.

"Dude I swear that's not us," Penny admitted as he backed himself into one of the bookshelves.

"As much as I want to take credit for that, I wouldn't be able to do that ... ... ... like ever." Julia managed to say.

"No of course not, you children couldn't possibly pull off such powerful magic." Martin pondered.

"I resent that," Eliot remarked without thinking.

"Seriously?" Margo questioned as she gave him a quick side look.

"You!" he pointed to Alice. "Out of the thirty-seven times, you have been the strongest. What do you make of this magic? Remember your life and the lives of everyone around you depend on your answer."

"I... I ... I..."

"Speak up." He sternly warned as he began to collect himself behind the moths.

"If I had to guess at this very moment, this would be Earth magic. Only a magician born with Earth magic could control the element with ease without consistently reciting a spell. This would have to be someone with deep knowledge of your background. Someone like..."

"Like Quentin." He finished for Alice; he began to walk back to Quentin. "You my boy are undetermined; you belong to no group from what I gather. Have you been holding out on your friends?"

"Yes." Quentin lied as he stood up.

"I was wrong about you my boy; you do have some balls after all." He laughed as the moths began to fade into the background once more. Awaiting his fate, Quentin stood tall facing Martin head on ready to attempt what would most likely be his last spell. "Now tell me how did you get the voice just right?"

"A magician never reveals his secrets," Quentin smirked.

"Foolish boy," Martin yelled as he backhanded Quentin across the face causing him to hit the floor.

"Hey, now no need to get rough." The figure everyone had forgotten about smiled as it walked close to Martin. "A magician might not want to share his secrets, but a witch is more than ready to show off what he knows." As the wind broke free causing everything made of glass to shatter.

"You!"

"Me?" the figure stepping into the light smiled as his eyes glowed a light green just the color of his mothers. "Oh uncle how insecure you are even to this day."

"Jane?"

"Yes, my mother hide me from you but she did not hide me from the magical world. Who would have known the son of The Watcherwoman and would also be the nephew of The Beast?" Haven smirked as his uncle stood there lost, wondering what to make of this discovery. Haven wasn't going to waste time conjuring the same winds that had hide his true form would now be used to protect him.

With the winds rapidly picking up around Haven he began to levitate two feet off the ground just enough to look down on Martin. Without thinking Quentin ran for the knife, sadly he hadn't been quick enough for the dagger was now in his lower abdomen. Martin had been that much faster, Penny traveled Julia back to the safe house but as he tried to go back something or someone was stopping him from returning to rescue the others. Back in the office Eliot and Margo joined forces creating a shield against the wind and The Beast unfortunately with the winds too powerful the shield would not hold. Alice in tears hovering over Quentin's body couldn't help but regret every angry thought she had towards him.

"I have your father," Martin smirked before Haven could strike with a battle spell.

"You..." and at that moment Haven lost himself to his uncle, Alice, Eliot, and Margo met the fate they had fought so hard to avoid. Their bodies laid on the floor with their necks broken.

"Come with me." Martin extended his arm as Haven met it with his.