Dark smokey tendrils writhed out of the amulet, the first one hit Mr. Newcastle in the chest with such force it carried him off the ground. Grey smoke came from his chest and worked it’s way through the black smoke back to Auxana. He tried to struggle with all of his being, but he screamed as it only made it worse. There was no other creatures around other than Chrysy and White. The tendrils were not satisfied, it wanted more, they squirmed dangerously close to both of them. They pulled back due to Auxana’s strong desire to keep them safe, though Chrysy had to step back just for it not to touch her. She was terrified at what was happening, she was also afraid that Mr. Newcastle wouldn’t take her to Havoc, if he even could.<br/><br/>The tendrils searched for more victims, anyone Auxana didn’t care about. It sensed her hatred for Havoc’s father, it saw him as the best and only target. Then each Tendril pounded into Havoc’s Father, a horrible sound came from him as they all began draining him. The grey smoke coming from him began having a red tint, it was getting brighter. It was taking his magical energy, the more it took, the less powerful he became, Mr. Newcastle had been a very powerful Sorcerer, soon he couldn’t have lifted a pebble. They ate through all his magic giving it to Auxana, except for the magic that was a part of his life force, but it still was not satisfied. It was designed to give the wearer power enough to win a war, it would not stop until it felt it was doing that for her. His eyes started glassing over, he stopped screaming, it stopped hurting because he stopped feeling, the amulet normally made someone care about nothing, made them feel like every breath was a waste and too much effort. This was more than that, he started losing what made him human, he was turning into a mindless automaton, a shell that lacked a soul. Just before it completely drained him, it stopped, he fell to his knees as the tendrils retreated back into the amulet.<br/><br/>He stared into the distance, not seeming to be registering anything. Chrysy stared at him, she could sense the emptiness in him, he lacked himself, what sat in front of her was not Havoc’s father, just a body that looked like him. Chrysy the looked at Auxanna shocked at what she had done, and scared of the power she had. The ability to take someone’s self, made her want to be far away from this person, but she had to get to Havoc, and without his father, she wasn’t sure how she would find him. Then she noticed the look on Auxanna’s face, that was the look of someone bent on killing a person, that look was aimed at Mr. Newcastle. She thought that Auxanna must know all of what he did to his son, the pain he caused, and that she must really love Havoc to have such hatred for his father, it was the only explanation for all she was doing and planned on.<br/><br/>But there was one thing Chrysy knew that Auxanna didn’t seem too, or maybe she was just too enraged to think about. Havoc wouldn’t want his father dead, more than anything Havoc wanted to be able to prove to his father that everything he had ever taught him was wrong. That perfection wasn’t in being genderless or in embracing white magic. That Havoc could do great things without him and his own way. He wanted to prove to him and to himself that he could be good and that being good was better than being bad like his father. So Chrysy faced her fear and stepped in front of Mr. Newcastle. “Seb wouldn’t want this, I don’t think I can stop you, but for him, I feel like I should try. But if you do kill him, I won’t say anything to Seb, better he think he could still show his father that everything he ever said and believed was wrong. He needs to do that, for Mallory.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFFBF">White was scared, even more than before, she was looking at Auxanna. She saw something, beneath all the power and magic, at her core, there was something manifesting. It was something from using the Amulet, it was something she recognised. It resembled something in Havoc, he hadn’t always had black energy as his magic, it had been so long she forgot what color it used to be. But it started out like this too, and the more mania he got in, the more his magic changed. It was just beginning in Auxanna, but she feared that if she kept using the amulet she would start having problems like Havoc does, where she wouldn’t need the amulet to go into mania. He was born with it, but maybe if she at least spread the times she used it apart more, she’d be safe.</span><br/><br/>Meena watched saddened and partly afraid, she knew what the amulet would do to mortals. It would take a lot of use, but it was just another proof why she never should have made it in the first place.<br/><br/>___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/><br/>Kryban was shocked and feeling apprehensive, “This is the first time I can remember hearing you say the word love. You’re showing amazing confidence, it’s even showing in your cooking, I…” He looked at what she was cooking, his eyes went wide. “I need to check on the kids really quick, I’ll be right back.” He tried to smile but he seemed off. He went quickly to the other room, speaking quietly. “Kids, come with me upstairs, okay?” They followed him, he took them to their room. “There’s nothing to panic about, I just want to be extra cautious about something okay? Just play in here okay, but lock the door behind me, and don’t open up for anyone not even me or mommy. How about you come up with a cool passcode for me or someone else to use okay?”<br/><br/>His daughter looked scared, his son was trying to be brave and he said. “Spiny Lizards, but what’s going on daddy? Why do we have to lock the door.” Kryban sighed, he didn’t believe in lying to his kids. “I could be wrong, but mommy is acting really weird and she was cooking one of the things you’re allergic to. So just to be safe until I figure out what’s going on, stay here please.” He then closed the door and went to his room, grabbing a dagger and tucking it away, he looked to his sword. “Okay, calm down, I don’t know that she really is a shapechanger or that a Fey spirit is possessing her. Even if there is, I don’t know what to do about it. Damn it, I hate living in Tor Kor’bin! I need to be wrong about this, but she was acting so odd, nothing like the Jessica I know. Love for me, her smiling, realizing she should let things get to her, the food and most of all, being considerate of me having to look after everyone else all the time. Why would she do that, I’ve always shown to be in control of things and not crushed by it haven’t I? I’ve had to.” Kryban started back towards Norah, not really sure what to do just yet.<br/><br/>All that was said was heard by Norah as if they were right beside her. And when she looks back to what she was cooking, it changed from what it was before, the dream seems to change here and there in order to make actions happen and make sense. Norah would also get this feeling like there was someone in the corner of her eye every now and then.