I donned a dark cloak, pulling my hood up. Villagers gave me a wary glance as I passed through the pub. I resorted to pushing the stubborn ones aside as I made my way to the back door.

There was an alleyway were certain services were offered. Right now, I looked for a Seer, we had previous consultations with her before. She was the only reliable source not to give away our location.

The alleyway looked pretty disgusting mould hung off the walls in dripping clumps, chills of disgust ran through me. A lack of care had begun to show immensely. Beggars scratched in the mud for anything valuable. Rain began to pour down in heavy sheets.

Tom and I stepped under the cover provided by the doorframe, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.

"Yes, I need to know where we go next, this is the best opportunity I have,"

"Just remember. Be quick, Erik probably knows where we are,"

"I know," I said, then gave him a peck on the cheek.

...

The Seer's room was dark, drapes hung overhead in an ominous fashion. The only light came from the fuchsia mist. The room had a vanilla scent to it, cloaked by muggy dust. Dark shapes were covered in drapes, I assumed they were some sort of equipment. The Seer herself, was as wrinkled as a raisin and had pale, close to translucent skin. Her hands hovered over a cauldron, mist spilling out of the pot.

"Daughter of Darkness, Manipulator of Mist, goddess of the shadows, Heir to the Aether, what can I do for you?" Her voice was frail but warm. From what I knew of the Seer she was a healer then forced into the art of magic at a young age.

"I need guidance, what should be my focus next?"

"Your plan is to evade the Royal Guard? Then flee," her hands dropped and she looked at me with her sympathetic, grey eyes.

"I need a direction though, sometimes I translate riddles better than your general conversation,"

The Seer took a deep breath, her hands shaking over the Cauldron, in a trembling voice, she spoke.

"Daughter of darkness come before,
More powerful than gold, life or ore,
Deliver the blood, water the stones,
Forever cast, forever she roams,"

"Thank you," I said, chills running up and down my spine. I left a payment and turned to leave.

"Wait," she cried, "the prophecy of the Descendants, it's coming to pass,"

"Does it involve me?" I asked softly.

"It involves all three of you, but you will be the deciding factor, the balance,"

I took a shaky breath, still turned away from the Seer, referring to Erik, "and, my other friend?"

"As you already suspect, he his not himself, but one cannot be controlled without having a fraction of the master's wishes. Your Erik did wish for a home, or at least a little bit,"

"Anything else?"

"You need to find your mother, and you must leave within minutes, otherwise you will be caught. They are coming,"

...

"They're coming," I said to a relaxed Tom who shot up immediately and followed me back through the pub.

"What?" He asked, pushing through the drunken villagers.

"They're coming, they're going to be here in minutes!" I cried, pushing past a burly man. I didn't tell him the hurricane of answers surrounding the search for my mother.

"Can't they just give us a break?" He sighed as we ran to the stables.

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p' as I mounted my horse.

"Where to next?" Tom shouted as we kicked our horses into a fast trot.

"Away from here," I yelled back.

The village began to grow smaller, the sun setting soon behind the thick layer of clouds. Something grew, a large object, on horseback. As they approached the object split into seven figures. Each wearing the colour of the Royal Guard. Except for one.

"They're close! Quick!" I said clicking the horse into a canter. Tom kicked his horse into a gallop, I did the same.

The rain lashed at my face, the wind drawing across my exposed skin like a slap. Despite our burst in speed, the figures began to steadily grow.

"They're gaining!" Tom cried.

"I know!" I yelled back, focusing my energy on not falling off the horse. Foam frothed at it's mouth and sweat glistened in the little light.

Ahead the road split into two, a desperate decision formed in my head. "We need to split up!"

"Are you crazy?" Tom shouted, the pounding rain not helping with our communication.

"It's the only way!" He rolled his eyes, the fork fast approaching.

"Fine!" He steered off to the left road, which slowly increased, heading to a mountain path. I wished him safe travels, hoping that somehow we would meet up again soon. I rode to the right, the shape of a village approaching.

The guards split off into two equal groups, I realised with a start that Notch was leading the chase. His eyes were furrowed in concentration, probably working some kind of magic with his powers.

Powers.

How could I've been so stupid? I thought to myself as I concentrated.

Mist began to form, a heavy fog began to grow. My vision was clearsighted, I wouldn't say the same for my pursuers.

I heard a dramatic yell, a cry if defeat, something pulled right from the movies.

"Eva!" The extended cry faded into the mist as I, once again, slipped out of my pursuer's fingers.

A/N: So school is back, and if you haven't noticed, my updates will be slowing down to about one or two chapters a week. All the wishes.