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[color=gray]A small form twitched beneath rapidly melting snow beside the Schmidt mansion. A head of midnight black and ghostly white hair lifted, followed by a back covered by a black sweater as Liz used her arms to push her upright.

She’d been panting before she passed out. Overwhelmed by the sweltering temperature of her body after the mansion had been hit by a ray of pure sunlight. Now her teeth chattered as her body trembled. Her body temperature had fallen fast once the blizzard enveloped the mansion. Too fast. Her exhales filled the air as frigid puffs.

From behind she could feel heat, though. As if she’d woken up next to a giant bonfire. The snow that had fallen around her melted rapidly into the scorched earth and dried before it could turn to mud. Her clothes and hair, damp from the melting water, were already drying against her burnt skin. She lifted a trembling hand, and what had once been scarlet skin had now turned a deeper shade of red. Blisters had formed twice as fast thanks to the sudden freeze but were now beginning to crack as the heat consumed all the moisture on her skin.

The heat source behind her was raising her body temp, easing the chattering of her teeth, but as her skin warmed it no longer felt numb. The pain was returning, this time as a growing inferno that made each movement feel like she was covered in sandpaper.

[color=D8BFD8][i]Get it together.[/i][/color]

A war was waging behind her. She could still hear gunfire from the undead goons, but along with it came the thump of something large against the earth and the gush of something gaseous and heavy being hurtled across the lawn.

Her head turned, wincing as the skin on her neck protested the movement, but she had to know what it was. She had to know if she was about to lose her life to it.

Her eyes lifted, soon finding large feet made of volcanic rock connected to an even larger form that towered above the mansion. Out of its hands spewed raging fire that consumed the trees and any undead in its path as it stalked away from her.

[color=D8BFD8][i]Holy. Shit.[/i][/color]

Her eyes went wide, cracked lips parting to take a breath that left the taste of sulfur on her tongue.

[color=D8BFD8][i]Where the hell did that come from?[/i][/color]

Even if she was any good at trapping apparitions, the sheer size of it would burn her out if she even attempted it. If she summoned an army against it, it would wipe them out within minutes. Whoever the apparition sought to kill would have to be incredibly skilled, or would need a boost to give them enough power to defeat it.

If that blast of light against the house said anything about the Sycamore Coven, it was that some of them had the power to take it down.

She needed was a healer before she could be any more help to them. Did Sycamore have one? Hopefully. Would they reach her in time? She doubted it. With the way things were going behind her, she figured she was on her own from here on out.

There was also that small chance that Sycamore would mistake her for one of Schmidt’s party guests. She’d given Drake Blackmore a brief description of herself over the phone, but she didn’t think he’d be the first to come upon her. Hopefully none of Schmidt’s friends would find her, either.

Either she needed to get the hell off of this shithole of an island, or she needed to find a place to bunker down until she found a friendly with healing magic. Both options seemed near impossible to commit to.

Her palms pressed into the dirt before her, half tempted to walk herself away from the volcano behind her, but she knew she wouldn’t make it far in this state. So, she sent her precious energy into the earth and–

A small shadow passed over her, soon growing large as she heard the rustling of feathers approach her. She freaked for one moment, trying to summon faster, but the sudden impact against the ground next to her interrupted her focus.

She gasped, the skin on her throat aching as she jerked her attention upwards to see what had landed in front of her.

[color=D8BFD8][i]Who? Wings? Why is she looking at me like that?[/i][/color]

The woman spoke, and a wave of relief passed through Liz as she realized the feathered woman must be friendly.

[color=D8BFD8]“Not a rich fuck.”[/color] She breathed, her voice hoarse from the dryness in her throat, before answering the woman’s last question. [color=D8BFD8]“She was my cousin. Came to help her coven. Haven’t met Drake yet.”[/color]

She swallowed and yet it provided no relief. She wanted to say more to the friendly bird, but that could all come later.

[color=D8BFD8]“Tell me you guys have a healer? Or water. Either one first.”[/color]
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