A young woman who has powerful abilities, runs away from her family in hopes of protecting them, and in order to run from herself. She is part of a prophesy, where she and two others will battle an evil bent on destroying them and life as they know it. A rouge lackey will switch to the good side in order to help someone he barely knows, and finds himself again.
“Then, you should be able to find the third, merely by searching the birth records of the state. Their birthdays are the same. Search the records for that birthday, then search for the name, Destiny. Wouldn’t it work?”
“The moment we learned of the names of the first two, we set up a team to search the birth records, and the Book for anything. So far, nothing has been found. All we must do now is wait.”
“I have an idea,” said the voice on the phone, the President. “The third is the most powerful, correct?”
“Yes, sir.” Nicole said.
“Well, in that case, she had to have come into her powers by now, right?”
“It is possible,” she said, “but not likely.”
“Appease me, find a way to track supernatural activity in the state. Track every thing that isn’t already known to the government. The only unknown magical beings are evil, or protectors of earth. Find way to register the girls we know, and watch. Would it work?”
“It could. I’ll get people on it right now Mr. President.” Nicole said, then looked at the others. “You three, you and you, take the data bank in the Book and create a tracking device of all magical beings. This should track their movement through the state. Go.” She turned to Jackson. “Get people on finding a way to register the girls, and get twice as many on the search for supernatural activity within the state. Go.” Then she turned her attention to the rest of the members. “To all of you who don’t live within state on a normal day, restrict movement of yourself and your kind to out of state. We will find her. We have to find her. I will contact you the minute we get anything. Thank you.” With that she left the room.
Just five blocks away a young woman sat huddled in the corner of a very cold, very dark room. She was shaking with her hands bound behind her and her feet tied together. Gagged and bruised, she prayed she would get out of this safely. Now she knew why she was so afraid of the dark when she was a kid. She cried as she remembered her childhood, and she hated herself for not realizing that the man wasn’t someone from her that time.
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