John looked at her and said “there’s a myth that there are certain kinds of creatures that have to either die or take new life before a turn of a century because the flow of magic changes when the year does. It’s a theory though. There’s a pad and pen on the other side of the desk”

Serena was finishing with dishes when a pain hit her head. She stumbled and grabbed the counter, the room spinning for a moment as she felt the pain hit and run thru her. She closed her eyes, hoping the pain would pass but it was taking its time.