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Witches, Warlocks and Soulswords ch 1

Amanda Sefton felt the unusual desire to crush her sunglasses. Unfortunately, they were shading her eyes. So she settled for Kurt's sunglasses.

Nightcrawler looked at his long time girlfriend. "Was there a reason for that, 'Manda?"

She glared at him and went back to her coffee. Truth be told, there was no reason for her to feel this way. For certain, Amanda wasn't a morning person, but she had never felt this bad before. She was sure she knew what caused it. It had taken several days for her to realize it, but she had at last. And there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Someone was pulling a horrendous amount of power from the plane, that field which all drew power from. Whoever it was was disrupting the normal flow, causing her sleeplessness and spells to go awry. The person would be dead soon from the amount that was coursing through his/her body, in fact, it was a minor miracle that they weren't already. Powerful. And killing themselves.

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Meggan breathed deeply as she flew over the island, tasting the crisp morning air on her tongue. Brian was still sleeping and she was using this time to be alone. The elements here were wonderful. Loving, caring, graceful, clean, smooth, DEATH. Her flight faltered, she wavered in the air. It came again on the breeze, the distinct feeling of something dying. This was wrong.

She flew down, landed softly and started looking among the crags. She found what she was looking for. There, amidst the rocks, lay the scarcely moving body of Margali.

***

Belasco swore long and violently. Beating the witch to a pulp hadn't found the weapon, all the searches he had done hadn't found the weapon, even his own blood hounds hadn't found the weapon. Oh, someone with great power had taken it. They'd hid it well too, or else they were powerful enough to keep it unseen by mere force of will. But to be that strong they'd have to, well, be a god. He laughed at the thought. He was the only god around here.

Sitting up he looked at the quivering creature before him that still awaited instructions. "Well?! FIND ME THAT SOUL SWORD!" He bellowed, and felt better when the thing ran off in terror. The sword would be found.

***

Pete smiled as he checked his e-mail. There was one there from his cousin on his mother's side, Frost. She was one of the most friendly of his family. He clicked on the message, bypassing the other ones. He didn't really feel like reading a message from Romany just now. He waited patiently while the computer read the message, and then saw it on his screen.

Call off the dogs.

He looked again. There must be more then that. He checked twice, then stopped to think. She referred to Black Air as dogs, but he didn't work there anymore.

Then light dawned.

Black Air would kill for someone with Season's, Frost's mother, power. Frost didn't know he wasn't working there anymore. Something was very wrong. He took a deep breath and turned away, starting to gather his things. They were going to need his help.

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