The door flies open. "What?!" Kester turns to see what the commotion is about.

"No!" Leona moans. "This was going so well!"

I raise my fist and punch him in his lower jaw, using this distracting to my advantage while I still can. I am not going to die today. I am going to make damn sure of that.

Kester falls to his knees. Leona rushes fo his side. I run over to where Oscar, Maeve and Pearl stand, ready to fight for my safety.

I want to be scared of them. I want to run and hide from them too. They are magical creatures. They have magic and wings and fur. I feel like I have been blindsided. I am scared of what they are and what they could do to me.

But I know that right now, they are my only chance at getting out of this mess alive.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asks me, quickly examining me for injuries.

"Yes but no?" I reply, genuinely confused about how I am feeling about all of this right now. I will have more time to process it once they get me out of here alive.

Maeve takes on Leona. Before the fight can even start, Leona is gone.

"Stand back." Pearl instructs me. She raises her hands and casts some sort of spell in Kester's direction as he recovers from the blow I delivered to his face.

While Kester fights off Pearl's magic with some powerful magic of his own, Oscar lunges towards him. Kester sees him coming. He wrestles Oscar to the ground, Oscar's wings getting crushed beneath him as they struggle. He screams out in pain.

Seeing Oscar laying beneath Kester, helpless, lights a fire inside of me. It only makes me angry. Pearl tried her magic to stop Kester but he is too strong for her alone to handle.

I should do something. I should step in and help. But what am I going to do? I am nothing compared to all of their powers and abilities.

I look around the room for something I can use to help. I find a glass bottle full of a suspicious looking liquid. I grab it quickly and raise it over my head, closing my eyes before smashing it over Kester's head. The blow is not enough to hurt him but it was enough to stun him long enough for Oscar to escape from his grasp.

I stand in my spot, frozen with the neck of the broken bottle in my shaky hands as Kester stands up. He holds his hands up, fires raging between his fingers. His eyes turn a bright red before he waves his hands in my direction, flames surrounding me instantly.

I scream, terrified of dying in a fiery dungeon of Hell. Oscar dives through the flames as I cough and try to avoid inhaling the smoke. He wraps his arms and wings around me, holding me close to him.

Pearl releases the flames that surround us. Oscar's large wings disperse the smoke around the room quickly as he flaps.

"It's over Kester, give up." Oscar's voice booms through the room. "She's stronger than you." Oscar motions to Pearl.

"Maybe she is. But I'll figure out her weakness." Kester groans. "And I suppose I'll find a way to manage Pearl too." He smirks before disappearing into the darkness.