The old woman stumbled as she stepped out from the portal. For humans, the journey was always a little disorientating. She was grateful for the softness underfoot. The excitement she felt each time her feet trod the clover path to the crest of the knoll, had never dimmed. She gazed lovingly upon the twelve-sided tower and began her ascent.

Tweldor, as it came to be known, never failed to impress her. A fortress yes, but the majestic bluestone structure was also a place of profound peace. She thanked God each day, that she had found this sanctuary. She and the other Warriors needed a place to rest and regain their strength. She smiled as a man with piercing blue eyes and a greying Edwardian beard stepped through the same portal. They began walking companionably up the gently sloping path towards the seventh door, which would take them directly to their Council meeting.

The fluttering of leathery wings made the two Warriors come to a halt. They watched as one of the gargoyle sentries approached the Citadel. He greeted another, the siren Chantal. The dusky beauty was kneeling at the seventh door with what appeared to be an injured girl in her arms. He relieved her of her burden, and then the three of them disappeared inside.

"Another one!" The old woman shook her head sadly. "I think my strange neighbour is involved in this somehow," she lamented.

"Keep watching her, Agatha. Trust your discernment," the man replied. "

"Oh, I intend to, Ben. There is something very dark about Zoiia Kozel."

"What about Rosemonde? Who is watching her tonight?" Ben asked in concern.

"She is attending a New Year's Eve party at the Lewin family's home. Max's parents will both be present. His girlfriend Ursula, is Rosemonde's best friend. The Domina is not concerned," Agatha reassured him.

"Yes, they are all fine people. Rosemonde should be safe tonight," Ben acknowledged.