<strong>Maggie Foss</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lost in the school<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Robert, the satyr<br/><hr/>Maggie's body goes rigid at the sound of the approaching steps, the skittering on the hard floor and the echoes and whispers of something not human.  When the glowing lights emerge, for the briefest moment she thinks it's a fire-- the embers of the fire that destroyed the school, swarming in a backdraft.  Then she makes out the alien shape of the back-bent legs, the curled horns on the man's head, like a god made flesh in a way that fascinates the dreamer and terrifies the mortal.<br/><br/>She feels Robert stepping in front of her and she doesn't let go, her pale fingers easing up not out of terror, but out of concern for what must be his pain.  The boy was like her, afraid and alone, but as he turns from her she senses his courage and responds in turn.  No... he won't be fighting alone.<br/><br/>Maggie steps up beside him, fixated on the terrible beauty of the beast, knowing its will to consume her and its part of this darkness.  She stands forth, too, beside Robert, one hand lingering on his shoulder, the other balled into a trembling fist.  If she can, she will call out to it, her voice cracking at first before finding her defiant assurance, her heart's own darkness and courage bringing a voice stronger than her body could muster alone.  "Who are you?"