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[color=#663399]Location:[/color] The Neverish, Strange Academy
[color=#663399]Grimore:[/color] Find Familiar
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Annika was still trying to decide whether to risk the stew when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled onto the table.

[color=#663399]”Whoa! What the—”[/color] The floor started to flood with some strange substance, and that wasn’t even the only bizarre thing happening to the cabin. [color=#663399]”Umm, yup, time to go,”[/color] Annika scooped the book off the table before it was lost and yelled for Nochella. The same voices from before greeted her, but Annika was a little preoccupied with other things.

The cat meowed from the trees outside before shifting and appeared on Annika’s shoulder. [color=#663399]”Good girl.”[/color] Annika kissed her cat’s shadowy head before looking at Rohan.

Who had completely vanished. [color=#663399]”Uh, that’s definitely not good. Finley, Dys, let’s go.”[/color] Annika grabbed onto Finley’s hand and channelled the image and feeling of the heart they all created to get them out of this nightmare.

Just as Rohan called, the four of them appeared. Annika stumbled slightly and shoved Rohan. [color=#663399]”What the hell?! You just poof! Disappear on us?”[/color]


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[color=#B22222]Location:[/color] Mikkail’s Sitting Room, Strange Academy
[color=#B22222]Grimore:[/color] Predatory Instinct; Dragonic Morphing; Hunter’s Mark
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Cassie seemed gone. Lost to the book and what it had taken from her. Cal didn’t blame her. He wanted to destroy the thing, watch it wither and burn. He would incinerate it, but he needed to get as much knowledge as he could from it before then.

Cal shifted away when Barty came after Cassie. Cal glared at the twin. [color=#B22222]”[b]I[/b] asked her to look at this book. [b]I[/b] put us in danger. Cassie simply desired to help. You do [b]not[/b] speak to a member of my coven in this way. No matter what we have shared. If you wish to turn your ire on someone, turn it on me.”[/color] Fire danced behind Cal’s eyes as he shifted to stand between Barty and Cassie. But already the fickle twin had moved to turn his anger onto Jake.

Jake was Barty’s coven. Cal had no ties to Jake and felt no desire to protect the boy.

Cal moved closer to Willow, their changed tone making the dragon within him smile. The power drew them in as much as the opportunity to gain new knowledge. As did the power Barty exerted, despite Cal’s earlier warning to leave his coven alone.

Cal watched the entire thing unfold. His cheek feathered, jaw tightening with impatience. Cal wanted to be gone from this room, in Mikkail’s tower, destroying this book. It seemed he would not be allowed to do it alone, no matter how he wished to be the one to take the final hit. To destroy what tried to ruin what was his.

Every year, Cal would take on the role of protector—sometimes leader—with his coven. It was within his nature. The twins constantly tried to wean him off that habit, to turn inward and protect the self over others. Every time, Cal refused. His life was enriched by the creatures he met, and the knowledge he gained from them would be passed on for hundreds of thousands of years. If they survived that long. 

Cal’s vision changed, and he found himself no longer staring at Jake chained to the ground, but into Nicky’s eyes. The colour shifting as it so often did. [color=#B22222]”You ask the impossible. The journal could hold clues to our mystery. This journal hurt [b]all[/b] of us because I asked each of you to look at it. Cassi the worst, and her need for vengeance is great. How do you plan to deal with the threat? What can you do that I cannot?”[/color]