â€œLast night, a terrible tragedy befell the Coven. There is now a threat to our way of life loose among the human population once again. Heâ€™s already proven a danger by murdering four of our own and leaving evidence of kills behind.<br/><br/>â€œThe female will survive,â€ the elder told the Coven gathering; both those in front of him and those congregated in dispatch coves around the world. â€œAnd we will welcome a new sister in remembrance of those who were slain in the escape.â€<br/><br/>Cooper Donohoe, more readily known throughout the Coven as Elder Yara, was an elder at the time of his death. The indigenous Australian still painted his dark skin red and sang the Dreaming tracks. Heâ€™d seen the first prison come and go and had set his hand to building the Covenâ€™s own Stone Prison. Cooper had been picked to inform the majority of the Coven because the Stone Prison was in his lands, and because their escapee couldnâ€™t have possibly escaped the island continent alreadyâ€¦ â€œVolunteers will be chosen, but for those among us who are not them, keep vigilant. The Order of Saint John has not entirely ceased their hunt.â€<br/><br/>With that, he stepped down. Two others flanked him into the yawning entrance to the Stone Prison. They passed only two others, who also joined them, winding down through the pitch black tunnels bored into the rock. There was no light to be had until they reached the desired cell, where one of the men that had flanked Yara produced one.<br/><br/>â€œKovliski,â€ the elder peered in through the thin slot in the strong stone door, â€œwe have a situation. Assist your brothers and sisters, and youâ€™ll have earned your freedom. Refuse, and this is your execution squad.â€<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">-- ------</div><br/><br/>Theyâ€™d always underestimated Loki though, despite the name the Coven had given him. Cowardice and vindictiveness combined to make a man who seemed utterly determined. One who would do the insane, the impossible, simply because it would save his skin and spite his enemies.<br/><br/>Four guards were slain and he set fires to the bodies that would soon burn themselves out in the near airless coffin that was the prison under Ayers Rock. The black pit of maze corridors didnâ€™t deter him; heâ€™d had every turn theyâ€™d taken him the one time heâ€™d walked the halls committed to memory.<br/><br/>He saw the sky for the first time in centuries, but far from taking the time to appreciate it, he ran. It felt good to run, felt good that his legs hadnâ€™t forgotten how. In the expanse of the Australian desert, there were very few people. Luck had nothing to do with his finding a couple camping in the arid Outback, and he took advantage of their wary hospitality. Within a few moments of being invited into their circle, he tore out the manâ€™s throat and left the mortally wounded woman for the dingoes.<br/><br/>Loki crossed the Great Northern Highway while the moon was still high and only then became cautious. He hit it again near Fitzroy Crossing and followed it to Broome, once finding a man who would take him nearly all the way. The ride he accepted only for the practice of company that could not just be killed.<br/><br/>In Broome, much too near dawn for his taste, he stole a boat. Not a particularly noticeable boat, just a small fishing boat owned by a family who sometimes chartered fishing trips and reef diving trips. It was dirty and inconspicuous and wouldnâ€™t be missed until morning. He cast off for, hopefully, Indonesia. Though, not knowing much about boats, he could only point it in what he hoped was the right direction and retreat below until the sun went down again.