Margaret stared at him then she got up, her body shaking. "To fight back? Are you crazy? A war will break out! People will die, women and children, more then already are dying out there!" She flinched, holding her side. A broken rib most likely. She took a breath then said "why would you want a war to break out when small acts at the right points solve the problem better with close to no life lost..."

She moved over to him, holding her side. "You have heard of the Knights of the Night correct?"

Harper grinned a bit. "Margret, I have eyes and ears everywhere. It's been a difficult task keeping the Other lords oblivious to their existence." Harper turned to face Margret. "War is the only way to fight the High class. I may have most of the lords under my control but none would accept any act that puts the lower classes on the same level as them. They would all turn on me in a heartbeat. If the lower class are to receive the freedom they deserve they have to fight for it. Nothing on this world has been granted for free. The lower class, no matter how deserving they are, are not exempt from this truth. Margret, there will be bloodshed among the people of this society."

She frowned then turned away, fighting tears from falling. "I'm sad that we don't see eye to eye on this matter...I guess we both have our own ways of doing things..." They heard steps and Clara stood there, looking hopeful. "Is it now time to gift life?" Margaret smiled and said "if you wish to, we can do it now" Clara clapped and ran back to the lab. Margaret turned to Harper and said "we pause this talk for now...I wish to show you something not so grim"

When they walked into the lab, Clara and Bane were standing by a huge spider like machine siting in the center of the lab. Clara was bursting with excitement as Bane smiled watching her. Margaret went over to the work bench, using the table to support her hurt body, and picked up a small glass tube filled with a glowing gold liquid. She walked back to Clara and said "I believe it's your turn, my dear. Bring life to this lost soul" Clara clapped again and took the tube, walking over to the spider and moved to the side, pushing the tube into its neck. Clara moved back as Margaret nodded.

After a moment the creature started up, opening it many eyes and standing up. Clara cheered as Margaret moved forward and said "happy birthday, Arachnid. Welcome to our world" arachnid looked around, then chirped and rubbed it's head against Margarets shoulder.

Harper stared blankly at the machanation, then sniled. "My father always mentioned how bright you were." Harper said lowly. Harper remembered the days his father would tell him about Margaret. Harper would listen with curiosity about the girl he was to change the world with.

Harper walked towards the one Margaret called Arachnid. He studied it closley taking in al of the details of the artificial creature. "What's its purpose?"

Margaret looked at him, petting the creature on the head. "To live. I made him to be a defense...an aid if the need came...but he has his own spirit now. His life is his choice. Like Fang, who is here some where..." She flinched and held her ribs. Arachnid chirped with concern as Margaret moved away, panting as she held herself up on the work table. Bane moved towards her, Clara jumping up and going to her side. "Maggie? You alright?" Maggie shook her head, feeling light headed. That's when she heard the dripping. She looked down and saw her leg was bleeding badly. She hadn't noticed because of her dark clothing.

Maggie looked at the others then fell forward, Clara trying to catch her. "Maggie! Maggie are you alright?"

Harper adjusted his body to catch Margaret just before she was out of reach. With his free arm he wriggled out of his over coat and rested her on the floor using his coat as a pillow. His eyes darted back and fourth across Margaret's body scanning for anything wrong. Harper caught a glimpse of a crimson red fluid dripping from her leg. "She's going into shock. We need to get her to a hospital." Without giving much choice for anyone else Harper lifted Margaret under her legs and back.

Clara nodded and Bane said "I'll get the car. Clara, call Iris, tell her to meet us there" Clara nodded and ran to the phone, tears running down her cheeks. Margaret was fighting to keep her eyes open, looking up at Harper. "Must have...cut me when I...sent them flying...didn't even notice it..."

Harper carried Margaret to the car and set her in the back then turned to his escort. "I want you guys to stay with her and do not leave until I get to the hospital."

"Sir, we are sworn to prote-" The one that spoke was cut off by the glare that Harper gave them. Without another word they nodded and entered the car. "I'm going to go talk to someone. This wasn't Norman's doing.

Bane was in the car and poked his head out. "If your coming later, take Clara with you. Trust me, you will want too. We will talk at the hospital" He started the engine and drove off. Bane looked back at the guards and siad "You two, make yourselves useful and put pressure on that wound. You both look like you served so you know what you're doing"

Clara was by the front door, a over night bag in hand and wearing her jacket. "Who did this to her, my lord? Please..."

Harper returned home and dug around in his drawers and desk until he found what he had been looking for, a small note with the words 'In Death We Will Sing' written in red and a box of matches. He took out a match and struck it. Silently he dangled the paper over the lit match. Harper could hear his father's last words lingering in his ear, "People will come after her my son. You have to be willing to lay down your life to protect her. She is the key. She has enough fire in her to lead the people towards the freedom they deserve. Take this note and hold it under a flame to reveal the next phase."

Clara went with him, waiting out side the office as he was looking at something. She looked out the window and saw a group heading towards the manor. She frowned and her eyes glowed gold for a moment. "They hurt Maggie...that won't be forgiven so easily..."