Tenebris was watching the construction of his gateway with stressed patience. The hard part about being only part of the darkness is that your other half expects you to uphold the deal. The gateway into Heimsmire had to be built out a circle of hawthorns branches, and then carefully Magyk induced over a series of seven years. It was impossible to construct because the amount of Darke Magyk required for the job was impossible to obtain through one single being. That is why Tenebris had captured the hires, ever since Zach had managed to push her out of his mind she had become aware of the amount of pure energy running through the royal bloodline. Previously, she had been using Ignis to fuel the Darke power, but now Feurige had spoiled that. One of heirs was missing, one was dead, and the last wasn't worth anything. So she was left to turn to the Ghost. Only, to her delight she had discovered a mix of powers. From the Foryst Magyk of the Bird kingdoms, to the Spyryt and Shadowe Magyk of the Ghost kingdom. She honestly couldn't believe Gorbachav had left his entire kingdoms in the hands of a thirteen year-old youngling. And even then the brat had actually run his kingdom well, but something was missing.

"Stand up," she snapped.

Xanthos eyes flicked back to red as he struggled to his feet. "Sorry mistress."

"Again." Tenebris ordered, sucking away some of Xanthos power before continuing her chants around the Hawthorne circle. It was a small thing, and could be worn as a bracelet. Which was exactly was Xanthos was doing, as he held his wrist out. The thorns dug into his skin and you could already see the scars from the long time he had been wearing it.

    Only a weeks left of spell binding, then came the blood sacrifice.