Then once again she heard the awful sound, close to a werewolf being unwillingly netured. She sprinted through the forest to see what had been screaming, rightfully so. She looked directly at the poor thing. Pale white flesh with grey green frizzy hair covering a pair of frightened ice blue eyes looked up at her. It was not a magical creature but a supernatural one. She was face to face with a banshee caught in a spirit trap. It was awful, she knew they were vicious and painful to supernatural creatures. It was like being struck by lightning bolts repeatedly from all directions.

"I'm not the one who put you in the trap. I'm going to free you from it." The empress explained.

Then she pulled out a few oils, herbs and crystals along with sorcery glitter and got right to work. In under three minutes she had freed the banshee from the agony of the spirit trap.

"There you go." She told the banshee.

"Oh thank you so much. I'm Jaymeme, forever in your debt." The banshee told her.

"No need. It's simply what I do." The empress replied.

"You saved my soul. That's a big deal to me." Jaymeme told her.

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" The empress asked her.

"No there's a dark creature that's after creatures like myself, nothing more." She paused for a moment.

"Thank you again for your kindness, but I must be off now." The banshee told her and then dissapeared into the thick forest.

The empress just shook her head and went back home to her castle.