The Burden on Her Shoulders

Time

The remainder of the New Orleans witches sits in Misty's shack, staring at the old TV powered by their magic. "Cordelia! You might want to see what's on the news!" The witch hurries in from outside, shock coming over her as the announcer begins his story.

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Michael Langdon sits at his desk in his office, seeing that all orders for the leaders of the outposts have been sent out. His focus is interrupted when a woman walks in, "Sir, you might want to see this." She turns on the TV to Channel 1, Global News. His eyes break away from the computer to look at the announcer.

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"Ladies and gentlemen of the world." A TV announcer begins. "I'm not sure how to say this. Authorities around the globe have found churches full of deceased worshippers of all ages. Children. Elderly. Autopsies show that every person was in perfect health at the time of death and show no signs of trauma or discomfort. Analysts across the globe say that those deceased made up around a third of the population."

He looks to someone off-camera. "Theologists around the world are now suggesting that these are the lucky souls saved from the apocalypse. We will keep you as updated as possible, but this may be the end."

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Langdon shares a look with the woman already looking at him with a smirk. "I do believe the scales have tipped in our favor. It's time."

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Cordelia looks at the witches around her. "It's time. I know this will be difficult for everyone. But it's our only option. Until I see you again, sisters."

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The viewers of the announcement have mixed reactions. Anger. Fear. Sadness. Disbelief. Doubt.

And then, it happens.