It had been John's comment that caused Matt to ease his hand off his holster. Matt realized that enough violence, and death had occurred today, and he wasn't about to be the cause of another. He nodded towards John, after the man commented about some type of girl being lost in the woods. "Yeah, these woods can be rather treacherous." Responded Matt as he glared over at the woods on his side, and back towards John. He was somewhat lost in his mindset, and didn't even notice when John with a hesitant nudge, asked Matt's name. "Oh sorry, you can call me Matt. " The sheriff then turned his attention on the vehicle that was parked beside John. "Ashley?" He recognized the girl right away. Wasn't hard to miss a six foot something teenager in those types of clothes.<br/><br/>His eyes squinted, and his brow furrowed. He even shot back a glare towards Ambrosia. Something was not right, and he didn't like it. He stood there for a moment or two. His gaze switched in between the girl and the married couple a few times. He knew Ashley was a strong girl, and could handle herself if she needed to, but still. Matt decided to handle the situation in a more civil manner. "I can have a couple deputies with a k-9 unit out here in about ten minuets or so. If you would like to get back in your vehicle, and take Miss Ashley there back to town. I would greatly appreciate it. He waved towards Ashley, and gave her a reassuring smile. "Me and my deputies can handle the search party from here." Matt was still concerned for the welfare and well being of the girl, but if there was someone lost in the woods. He had a duty to that poor soul as well.<br/><br/>It was then in the corner of his eyes that some small child appeared out of the woods. A girl, about the age of 10, dressed in what looked to be be colonial era garb. "What the hell!?" Matt thought as he turned around on his side. "Hello!?" Matt then turned back towards the couple. "Is that the girl?" The expression on his face read that of confusion, and uncertainty. He then turned back towards the girl who now was in arms length of the group. "Miss, do you need help?" That was when she gave a soft shake of the head, and smirked a wicked smirk.<br/><br/>It was she finnaly broke her silence, and with eerie voice that chilled the soul. She uttered a phrase that even caused Matt to freeze in place.<br/><br/>"Mother Netta..Mother Netta..She is here, don't you cry..Mother Netta..Mother Netta..She will have her revenge..."<br/><br/>Is was then that loud laughter broke the silence of the red eye woods. Laughter of children that rode on the winds that chilled the air..rode on the tongs of forgotten whispers.  It flowed through the branches and leaves of the tall trees that stood silent among the red eye woods. Across the soft meadows and through the ears of those who called the town home. There was no defining it. Eversprings was now in a midst of a awakening, once which would bring the town into a place. A place that it has not been for a very..very long time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></span></span><br/><br/>It was another sudden shock of energy that caused Issac to come crashing down against the desk. His body surged and pulsated with energy as he felt every hair on his body scream out in pain. His lips became dry, and his eyes almost rolled back into his head. The sudden burst of power caused his very being to spasm in pure agony. He screamed out towards Lerisa. "There is a special case...in my office!" He felt another jolt to his very being, which caused him to rise to his feet, and slam his hands on her desk. "Please! Bring it here!!!" There was indeed something wrong, something not right that afflicted him so.<br/><br/>This was a old pain. One which he recalled from his childhood. The years he spent at his aunt's old Victorian home. The days spent locked in his room, throttled to the ground, and gripped in pure agony. The amount of energy, of activity. The torment and anguish even as a young man in his college years. Issac was no stranger to this sense of pain, but even this knolwedge did not bring him any comfort. No it was the special use of some unique medicine. A special serum created in a lab by some friends of his who understood his gift. Once consumed. The serum aloud his body to silence a part of his gift. At least somewhat to the point he could go home, and take a very special bath.<br/><br/>This pain was also followed by the sounds of children's laughter, and the whispers of those lost to the wind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></span></span><br/><br/>A young girl dressed in overalls and a red shirt appeared in front of Skarnik  Her hair was blond and short. Her eyes a shade of baby blue. She looked around the age of 12, and smelled of strawberries. She stood before the old man in his weakened form. She eyed him with a soft smile on her porcelain face. She glared at him in silence, her eyes focused on his wound. Then back on the filthy fool. She lifted her arm, and pointed her hand towards the Blue Moon Bar. The silence was rather eerie and unnatural. Yet even if she did not speak. It was clear of her intentions. She was sent there to guide the unstable bastard of a goblin. She then turned her head up towards the sky. As if she was waiting for something, and then it happened. The wind began to pick up with that same chill that awoke the goblin earlier that day. The sounds of children's laughter, and hushed whispers filled the air.<br/><br/>It was if something had begun to call out towards the town. Something determined. Something old. Older then any creature, yet had been in that town for a very long time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></span></span><br/><br/>As Cait's son was about to reply to the girls about the treatment of his brothers. A sudden change in the air caught the boy off guard. He shook, as well did the rest of his family. Tommy, who still stood behind the bar, turned towards his mother. He gave her a stern look and Cait returned it with a stern look of her own. There was something up, and it was not a very good omen. They had felt this before in the town, but never like this. Yet she would not allow it to interrupt her business. That and her bar was a rather "unique" place in town. It was fitted with special symbols, and totems that warded against dark magic. That and protected against the more "unstable of evil spirits". This was the home of her clan, and a special location for folk of all kind to rest their weary heads. That and aswell as a nice place for humans to settle down from a rough day. Unaware of the friends and good company they shared it with.<br/><br/>She decided to approach the two girls enjoying their meals. "Hello dears. How are you enjoying your meal we prepared for you this afternoon?" She said in her sweet,Irish rose of a accent. She was a kind woman, Cait. Yet there was a darker side to her. A more primal side only reserved for those too brain dead to realize who she was. In fact Cait and her clan had lived in the town of Eversprings for quiet some time now. Long enough that their clan of Irish born Americans were a normal mainstay in the town. Every now and then there be a fight at her bar, or a accident caused by one of her sons. Yet it was all in good spirit, and even the folk respected their place in the town.<br/><br/>It was the sudden whispers that echoed and pounded against her bar's walls. That caused her to glare a bit at the entrance of her bar. She wasn't sure what wanted in, but if it meant harm to her. Those she cared about, or even her adopted family known as her bar patrons. The unwelcome guess would be introduced to one rather ferocious mama wolf.<br/><br/><span style="color: #804000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></span></span>