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to doubt their aunt and the Kin, but she couldn't wrap her head around such things like prophecies, anything that she couldn't touch, but there it was. It was real.
                Era took her hand giving it a gentle squeeze. “What's going to happen Terra?”
            Terra laughed quietly. “I think you're asking the wrong person. That's why we have to get Marissa. She'll be able to tell us.”

Chapter Four
Meet, Greet, and Burn

    The start of an army. It was hardly a metaphor, for they would be an army.

                "We're here for Marissa Webb. We're her sisters, Terra and Era," Terra told the haggard receptionist that clicked rapidly on her worn out keyboard. "We're on her enrollment form."
                "Who's her teacher?"
                The receptionist glimpsed to Era who held a blank look. "Um, we're not sure. We move a lot, see, and….”
                "Don't bother, I can look her up. Is there a reason that you're taking her out of class? Is there an emergency?"
                "Our Aunt is sick," Era said airily while inspecting the floral painting over the witch's head.   The receptionist then picked up the phone.
                "Mr. Elmond, do you have a student named Marissa Webb, I've never heard of her, they say she's new, moves a lot or some such. Oh, you do. Hm. Okay," she grinned like a cat that caught a mouse. "Thank you very much, Mr. Elmond." She hung up the phone with much force causing Era to rub her ear in pain. The receptionist leaned her elbows on her desk. "Your sister is in the principles office. She should be out in a moment. Take a seat."
                Terra glared at the obnoxious woman and sat in the rough, scratchy seats with Era. She didn't sit there for long until she stood and leaned against the wall beside her.
                "She's never been in trouble before," Era commented. "I wonder what she could've done..."
                "I don't know..." She got up and went back to the desk. "Can we go in and see her?"
                "No!,” the receptionist squawked.
                "Excuse me, miss, but work on your bedside manner. There is no reason why we shouldn't be in there; it's suspicious that the principle wouldn't want to speak to us." Terra scolded.
                "Excuse me, young lady, but if you can’t…."
                The door opened, promptly causing the woman to shut her mouth. A young and quite short principle walked out, a strict disappointed smile on his face. "I expect that I will see a doctor's note, Miss Weber."
                "Yes sir." Marissa said.
                His attention locked on Terra and Era who came forward, surprised to see that Marissa didn't have her sunglasses on, her watery blue gaze and streaks where tears still fell. Era proceeded to wrap her arms around her comfortingly.
                "Are you Miss Weber's family," the principle asked.
                "Yes, sir," Terra answered. "We're her sisters. Our aunt is sick, we're taking her home. What did she do?"
                "Oh, nothing too terrible, just a refusal to take off her sunglasses. I can understand if they are prescription but she doesn't have a doctor's note. In order to continue to wear them here, she must have a doctor’s note."
                "We understand. We'll have one for you tomorrow."
                "Thank you. Hope your aunt gets well soon. Goodbye, Miss Weber. I hope I won't see you here again."
                "No, sir," Marissa hiccupped. "Can I please have them back?"
                He looked apprehensive. "You broke the rule, Miss Weber."
                Terra looked out one of the windows. "It's sunny, she does need them."
                Reluctantly he brought them out of his front pocket handed them to her. "There you go. I