I have to go with Vincent today. I'm going to meet his master. I'm still not totally sure if I want to do this, but they said they need me. He said they had been waiting for someone like me for this long. It must be meant to do it. It's probably like my hair. It might have been hard to do it but, it was what I was supposed to do and it needed to be done.

It needed to be done. This is probably the same idea. It's what I am supposed to do. It's for the greater good and everyone will be better off if I just play the part I was assigned at birth. Earn the death power and take a semi-royal position.

I walk outside the school and find him already waiting for me at the corner.

"Are you ready to go?" he asks.

"Yeah, so where are we going?" I ask.

"Come around behind the school," he says.

I follow him and as soon as we're out of sight from everyone else he pulls a red and gold button out of his pocket.

"Umm, what are you doing with that?" I ask.

He just smiles at me. I wonder if I should actually be back here with him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

He touched the button between his eyes and set it back in his pocket.

"Home," he said, "Both of us."

"Right away Castiel," a female voice said.

What the? Where is that coming from? Why did she say Castiel?

I don't have time to voice any of these concerns before we were both standing at the edge of a wall of solid rock.

He then took out a bookmark with a picture of some tropical island on it.

"What are you-" I started.

He put one end of the bookmark into the wall and pulled it down until it reached the ground leaving a glowing blue trail in its path. When he pulled the bookmark out the line expanded to reveal a large brown door.

"What?" I asked.

"We can't be too careful," he said.

"Why a bookmark?"

"Why not? We don't actually know, it just does that, and it changes the image to suit whoever has it. So far I haven't been able to figure out why."

We walk through the door into a dimly lit room almost as big as my house. It's got a simple concrete floor and the walls make it look like we just stepped into a cave instead of an actual building. They're jagged and don't have any paint. The only light in the room is coming from the flickering candles lining the walls.

There are several hallways that go in all directions. Each one is narrow and has a different colored carpet that stops right at the edge of the room we're in. We follow one that goes to our left and has a dark red carpet. As we travel through the hall's ceiling starts to get much lower, as opposed to the thirty-foot ceiling at the entrance, until it becomes just about ten feet high. I also notice that there are normal electric lights attached to the ceiling instead of just candles.

"So, uhh, why did the button thing call you Castiel?" I ask.

"My master told me that Castiel was the name of its original owner," he says, "It calls everyone that. He says it even calls him Castiel. He says it was only made to answer to the original owner. When my master found it he made it so that the button wouldn't be able to distinguish people anymore and now it thinks that anyone using it is its owner, even though the button is hundreds of years old and Castiel has probably been dead for a long time now."

"Huh, that's pretty cool that your master could do that."

"Yeah but, sometimes I wonder how Castiel lost it to begin with. I like to imagine that he dropped it in some epic battle or something like that."

We stop at a black door lined with a faded greenish blue image of a tree on the center of it.

Vincent knocks on it and says, "Master I brought Rivka."

"Excellent," a deep voice says from behind the door, "Bring her in."

Vincent opens the door and we enter a room that is mostly empty except for an old table on the far end of the room with an old book and a black pen on top of it and one large drawer and a sword mounted on a wall. The room has the same concrete floor that the entrance had, but this room is much more well constructed. Instead of jagged walls that look like they were carved out by an explosion these walls form a perfect dome around us.

In the center of the room is a man who looks like he's in his mid-thirties. He has black hair and eyes. He's tall and wearing a black suit. He has pale skin and is somewhat handsome. He is looking at us with a mix of fascination and slight distaste, like I'm some rare disease carrying bug that he just discovered.

"Ah, so you're the girl I've been hearing so much about," the man says, "I've been quite excited to meet you my child. My name is Damien Lewis, but I would prefer you address me as sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I say.

"Very good. Now it would seem that you are becoming one of the most powerful people of your generation despite there being a redhead the same age as you."

"I've been told that."

"Rightfully so, I see that you have the black hair. It is a magnificent symbol. Would you tell me how you got it?"

"I'd rather not. It's kind of personal."

"Don't fully trust me yet eh? Probably a fair decision. You barely know who I am or what I'm doing. That's good that you aren't so easily trusting. You never know when someone is trying to trick you. Not that I'd ever do that, of course, but you should know I will feel similarly to you until you decide to trust me. Sound fair?"

"I guess."

"Now Rivka, I understand that Vincent has told you about my little plan."

"Yes sir."

"Good, now I've also come to understand that you aren't exactly sure if what we're doing is right."

"Yes."

"Do you fully understand what we are going to do?"

"I think so."

"You understand that my mother wasn't worthy of the throne?"

"Yes."

"You understand that I was able to escape being consumed by my powers the same way she was?"

"Yes? I guess so. I just want to know what we're going to do."

"I am going to present myself to take back a throne that was rightfully mine. It's like how you needed to take your power as a child. You were born for greatness and if someone had tried to take that opportunity from you, wouldn't you have still tried to get it?"

Would I? Yes I would have. It would hardly be worse than what I actually did, especially if it was mine to begin with.

"Yes," I say, "I would have."

"Good, and now you have learned that you were meant for something even greater than you ever believed."

"Yes."

"And I hope you understand that we may need to do a bit of fighting in order to get what is rightfully ours."

"I understand but, do you swear that things will get better if you're in power?"

"My child, I have immense power that I can use to protect our people. This will make it so that people are safe and it will reduce crime because I can offer more punishment for those who deserve it. My mother ruled this entire world. That means that if I took power it might very well bring world peace."

"R-really?"

I glance over at Vincent and see the look on his face. He seems excited and happy and proud of what his master is going to do. He seems proud that he'll get to have a part in it.

"Yes," Damien says, "Not to mention that each of you who help me will be given power and the opportunity to become my successor."

"Yeah."

"And your family will be given a life of luxury in the palace. They will essentially get back the position that some of them had at the time the redheads were in power, but now they'll have the opportunity to become aristocrats themselves."

"That's true."

"You will finally fulfill your destiny. You can become the great thing you were always meant to be. Now are you more convinced that this needs to be done?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent, now do you know why I asked you to come into this particular room?"

"No."

"Well I asked you here because I would like to see a demonstration of your powers. I prefer to have this done in an empty room," he says turning to put the book into the desk drawer, "Now I've heard that you can turn into darkness and become invisible. I would like you to do that now please."

I do. I glance at Vincent and take some pleasure in the look of shock and awe in his eyes. I look at Damien and he looks impressed and proud. I turn back and he smiles a bit wider.

We also test my ability to perceive things and create terror.

"This was excellent Rivka, you are quite powerful," he says, "The next time you come here I request you bring that dragon of yours."

"I'm sorry," I say, "I can't take her out of the school."

"Why not?"

"The magic keeping her in would kill her if I tried. It's going to stay that way until I've graduated and turned eighteen."

"Right, well anyways, I would like you to show me what you would do if you planned a sneak attack on an unsuspecting enemy," he says before giving Vincent a look as though he should too.

I turn into darkness and step carefully to cause the least noise possible. I move towards the sword on the wall. I hope I'll be able to stop him from noticing.

In the next second I feel a strange sensation as though my limbs were moving without my control. I test if I'm imagining it by trying to stop moving completely. It doesn't work. What's happening?! I try to call off the darkness, and that doesn't work either. I continue to move towards the sword.

Wait, is Vincent controlling me? Or his master? I try to call out for him to stop but it doesn't work. I reach up for the sword.

"Alright that's enough," Damien says just as I touch the sword, "That was quite good Rivka, but you should have remembered that I would notice if the sword was gone. If we were to do this in real life, it would be more helpful to attack with your own powers or your bare hands than to go for a weapon unless you already have one with you."

"Yes sir," I say.

"And Vincent, I can see you've been practicing controlling people without their knowledge. It's getting better, but it still needs work."

"Yes sir," he says.

So he was controlling me.

"Rivka, when can you come back?"

"I can be here on Wednesdays, Fridays, and weekends."

"Then that is when you shall come."

"Yes sir."

"Alright, send her home Vincent."

"Yes sir," he says.

We walk outside and he takes out the button again and touches it between his eyes, "Send her home."

"Right away Castiel," says the same female voice from before.

In the next instant I'm standing outside my house. I'm never going to get used to that thing. I really wish I could talk to someone about all this. I walk inside and call out. No one answers. I guess my mom still hasn't come home yet. Oh well, she's been gone longer than this before. It's probably nothing, or maybe she's just having too much fun to come home yet.