He laughed knowing that the Cummings were destroyed overall but knew that he had to steal something from them to protect themselves from the final battle. He scowled thinking back to Molly only ever engaging him with snippets of information. He sighed heavily knowing the only way to get out of here was to find someone of the Third Race who knew how to end the curse over the veil to free them completely.
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The fog rolled over the green path. The birds flew in different directions. The mist grew denser and the banshee fell to the floor. She breathed out deeply looking up at the sun hidden behind the clouds. She coughed then saw white eyes staring back at her. The banshee transformed back into Mora. Tears fell down her face looking up at the white eyes studying her with hate. In a swirl
