IC: Tabitha screamed.
The girl who wasn't afraid of dying, wasn't afraid of anything, screamed. She dropped her food and pushed herself as far away from their driver as she could, covering her ears and closing her eyes against the absolute wave of dread she felt with the lifting of the curse.
"No. Nonono. No. Don't understand, doesn't understand. No idea what's happening-"
***
"Tabby, wake up!" her foster father yelled, shocking the five year old out of dreamless sleep. "Something horrible's happened- Oh gods. Get down here!"
Tabitha got out of bed quickly and put on a pair of flip flops, running as fast as her small body could take her, down to the front door, where she saw flames- A wrecked car, and a huge minotaur. Her mom was currently locked in battle with it, her dad joining her, but whoever was in that car…
She stumbled into the front yard, running toward the wrecked vehicle, ignoring the flames licking around her, pulled the driver's side door open, yanked the man there out, dragged him across the pavement as fast as her adrenaline enhanced strength could do.
"Hey!" He yelled, the shock of it causing Tabitha to drop his arms. He struggled to his feet. "Thanks… You did me a real service. What's your name?"
Tabitha was about to answer, but another man stepped from behind the flames, black haired, blue eyed, incredibly handsome, and put his hand on the crash victim's shoulder. "Tristan David Mackleroy, it's time to go. Be at peace."
Tristan looked toward him, and after a few seconds both of them looked at Tabitha. The newest arrival winked, and before she could ask what what was going on she heard a massive crash. She turned to see what it was, and even though she turned immediately back, the pair was already gone. The only thing there besides the burning wreckage was a sole, black feather drifting downward, far bigger and cleaner than any raven's feather she'd seen. The five year old caught it, wincing as it hit her burned hands, then gasping as it disappeared into sparks and made a beeline straight for her mouth and nose, flowing down into her chest and settling like an icy weight that gradually warmed.
"Tristan David Mackleroy, age 36, dies in car crash," the newspaper read.
***
Tabitha bit her lower lip and gradually opened her eyes.
OOC: Alexandra soon.