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pentagram began to shine, a soft breeze blew the flames of the candles, and Abigail began to glow softly. She knelt in the circle and focused on the task at hand. Concentrating on an image of the Beast sacrificing an innocent…
     
     
    Mystery woke up and rolled over in the bed, she wished Seth would come home. She sat up with a start, there were voices coming from the foot of the bed.
     
    “Who’s there?” Mystery whispered into the darkness.
     
    When no one responded she turned on the bedside lamp. Seeing no one, Mystery crawled to the end of the bed and peered over. She pulled back with a shriek; her bed was no longer in her bedroom but high atop some sort of rock ledge. She closed her eyes and willed herself to take two deep breaths; when she opened her eyes she was still on the ledge. She lay down with her head at the foot of the bed and examined the chamber below the ledge.
     
     
    Tears streamed down Abigail’s cheeks, she hated to frighten the princess but they had no choice, time was running short. She focused and sent Mystery the visual of the ritual sacrifice…
     
    There was a raised dais in the shape of a pentagram in the center of the chamber. The rock walls glistened with moisture. Huge torches hung throughout the chamber, their light flickering on the robed figures gathered around the dais. She noticed a naked teenaged girl strapped to the dais. She smiled stupidly as two of the figures came forward, each handing the figure closest to the dais a bowl, which he took and set on each side of the girl’s head.
     
    Mystery watched as he sprinkled fluid from each bowl on the girl’s forehead, murmuring words as he sprinkled. Mystery strained to understand the words he was saying, but they were too far away. She shrank back when the figure closest to the dais looked up at her and smiled. When she couldn’t stand it anymore she crawled back to the foot of her bed and watched fascinated as the figure dipped a dagger in each bowl. The figure raised the dagger over his head and plunged it into the girl’s chest. Mystery screamed, but they all ignored her, as the figure ripped out the girl’s still beating heart. The figure looked up at her and lowered the hood of his robes, his blue eyes laughing at her; he sunk his teeth into the heart. Blood dripped down his chin and he began laugh.
     
    Abigail concentrated on staying inside Mystery’s thoughts, it was much harder than she had expected for someone who didn’t even know she had psychic ability. It should have been very easy to slip into her thoughts and plant whatever she liked into them. However, Mystery fought on a subconscious level, making Abigail have to fight to stay inside her thoughts, sweat glistened in the light of the candles as she fought Mystery’s subconscious mind…
     
     
    Mystery woke up in her room, screaming. She shakily turned on the light and looked around her taking comfort in the familiar things she saw. After a few minutes, she stood on trembling legs and went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror; her own tired reflection looked back at her. Shaking her head at herself, she drew a glass of water and took a sip. She gagged at the taste and looking down saw it wasn’t water in the glass, but urine. Mystery flung the glass across the room and it broke against the wall. She rinsed her mouth out with the antiseptic mouthwash on the counter and went downstairs to get the mop and dustpan to clean up the mess.
     
    Mystery got the mop and dustpan, and headed back upstairs. As she climbed the stairs she turned her head and saw the picture of her father and her fishing on Puget Sound when she was seven. She took it down and ran her fingers over her father’s image.
     
    “Oh! Daddy! I wish life were still that simple.”  She chuckled at herself for talking to a picture. She placed it back on the wall and continued up the stairs.
     
     
    Abigail strained to keep inside Mystery’s thoughts. She began to cry in earnest when