Chaos

- 3 -

"Seth!" Agatha cut the man off as he stepped into the building, "You know better than to even attempt what you did. There was a weather anomaly—"

"I know, but I managed to get it under control," Seth brushed her off as he tried to step around her, but the older woman waved her hand towards the man and he froze, "Agatha!"

"Don't you dare take that tone with me!" she stepped around him so she was staring up into his golden gaze once again, "You know better. I know that you and Drake have no trouble handling a few witches. There was no need for that!"

"When there's a hoard of demons rising up from the pits of hell as well as an iron collar on Drake I feel like there weren't any more options," he struggled against the witch's spell, but he knew better. The woman had woven a charm into his body when he was younger and her magic was the only thing he couldn't break free from, "Let me go."

"Drake told me that there were only four and that you two had no problem," she crossed her arms over her chest, "Why should I believe you when I've never had trouble with Drake?"

"Zviren."

Agatha's expression went slack as she processed the word. She knew that race well, "How did you hear that word?"

"Because one of the witches had captured one and was using it as a puppet," he growled at the woman again, "Now let me go."

"No," Agatha shook her head, "Zviren are dangerous creatures. What exactly happened?"

"I don't have time for this!" Seth growled, "Just let me go and I'll be back in about fifteen minutes to explain it all."

There was a short pause that made the demigod think that she was going to let him go, but instead his body started to involuntarily make its way to Agatha's office. The old witch was going to get her way no matter what. If only he knew where that charm was he would be able to get it out and not be her little puppet.

"Now," Agatha closed the door behind her, "What happened? As soon as you give me a full report you can do whatever it was you were planning to do."

"Seventeen witches. The zviren showed up and attacked me. Drake had an iron collar around his neck. I was alone and pretty much screwed. I called upon the power of the storm and torched them all. The zviren stopped it and wiped Drake's memory."

"Why didn't he wipe yours?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm too powerful."

"No," there was another pause as the woman sat down at her desk. She had only had one meeting with a zviren and it was just a child out of maturity. The power that that young creature was immense. She had immobilized the entire coven with a single thought, "You don't know how powerful a zviren is. They are on par with the gods and you are only half god."

That's what Corbin said, too. Showed him, "Whatever. None of us know my full potential. Can I go now?"

"No," she leaned forward onto her desk, "You're not telling me something."

"I've told you everything that happened. Paraphrased, of course. Let me go. I want to get to Rowan."

"Rowan's not a witch," Seth froze at the old crone's flat tone. That wasn't possible. Lily had run all the tests on Rowan nearly ten years ago when she was only fourteen. Everything came up positive for a witch. A slightly enhanced human that can generate the mystical power, "I can't let you around her."

"No, that's not possible. Lily—"

"Lily has been doing secret tests and going outside her authority, but the girl is not a witch. She is dangerous. Dangerous to you."