Corrine woke up to a dead silent room. Her vision slowly returned to show her a word covered ceiling. Tears pricked her eyes when she remembered where she was and what had happened. She could no longer feel the burning on her neck, or the pain in her arm. She could breathe, but not once the tears fell down her cheek.

She didn't dare move, so she lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling. She scanned over every word and guessed the language, hoping to distract herself. Soon, sunk in that she can't avoid the inevitable, and stood up.

She looked around and found two new bodies on the ground. One was barely recognizable as Laverna, and the other was the god that had fought Theodor, his head was missing.

"Did you?" she choked.

"We had no other choice." Turan's voice was stone.

Corrine puked at the mere sight of them, but she forced herself to look at the rest of the room. Hel and Svarog were lying on the ground, already swarmed with bugs. Theodor was still in lying on the ground with blood pouring out of his neck. Caleb hadn't moved, but he had a pile of bird bones on top of him, mangled and broken. Kebechet had returned to her decayed look.

She let herself relax, but then sadness took over. She limped over to Laverna's form. It was decayed and bloodied, but you could still make out a face. She fell to her knees and stared at it. Tears flowed down her face as she thought of Brooke.

This girl was used to kill her then she had to impersonate her. It was the closest thing to Brooke she had. She rested her hand on the girl's shoulders and wished that Brooke could have lived, not her. Such a young girl was pulled into this, yet Corrine was the one who lived. It disgusted her.

She pushed herself away then wandered around the room, starting at each of the artifacts until she stood over Caleb's body. She leaned down and brushed the bird bones off him, Buka's bones. She didn't know what to think. Caleb was in the same mess as the rest of them, yet he joked when Brooke got back from Scotland. He was patent when they showed up at his door step, and here he was. Dead. He died thinking Brooke was the one who killed him.

She sat there for a minute before standing up and prying her eyes away. She didn't bother pretending to look at the artifacts, and instead went straight to Theodor. She grabbed the vine that was still in his neck and pulled it out. She brought her hand to his face and closed his eyes.

Theodor was scarred the whole time, he doubted everything, and he was right. He died like he knew he would. At the hands of a god, only to be thrown back into their service, being renamed and given the title of familiar. A cruel cycle that even Corrine would join.

She stood up and gave one last look to each body in the room. It felt strange to be the only living being there. It felt stranger to just leave the bodies there, but she didn't know what else to do.

She let a few more tears to fall for each child ripped from their homes and thrown to their graves. Before she fell to her knees crying, she forced herself to leave, walking down the empty hall.

When she came out to the surface again, the moon was hung high. Her eyes were red and puffy and she looked like a mess. The jeep was still there, but as she approached it she saw something, or someone rummaging around on the inside. She swung the door open and a kid in the driver's seat screamed.

"Berstuk?" she nearly screamed, jumping back.

"No! I'm not- At least not now! I just-" the boy scrambled for words until Corrine spoke up.

"You're Oliver, aren't you?"

He didn't try to speak, he only nodded.

She held out her hand. "Corrine." Oliver only looked at her hand so she pulled it back. "I'm not Turan." She hoped to reassure him.

He sheepishly took her hand then shrank to the passenger seat.

"Where are you from?"

"America," he squeaked.

"Where in America?"

"Colorado."

Corrine nodded then stepped into the driver's seat."Let's get you home."