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all you’ll have left.”
    “I’ll still have Colin,” she told him.
    “Do you know how many people are hunting him down as we speak? He won’t make it to his next birthday.”
    Meghan hoped desperately that it wasn’t true. She gasped quite suddenly as a startling sight caught her off guard. Jurekai Fazendiin was walking towards them. He towered over both of them, his stare penetrating, almost as if he could really see her even though this was just a memory. But he walked straight through and past them.
    Colby, as if it were just another regular day, started to walk toward the palatial home. “Would you like a tour of your future home?”
    She wondered if she threw up in this memory if she threw up for real...
     
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    A long, jagged crack slit across the mirror belonging to Romul Vaskvol, the sixth Grosvenor to be created, now dead. Freyne Rothrock summoned the remaining immortals, and one by one the other six materialized. They were not surprised to see the crack in Voskvol’s mirror.
    “It is done then?” questioned Narona Fentress. “I gather the stones I gave you permitted you to drain Voskvol?”
    “My dear Narona, it’s lovely to see you too,” said Freyne.
    “Since when did we ever exchange pleasantries?”
    “Business then,” he agreed. “Yes, the deed is done. He is gone. His powers are now in the stones.”
    “Do what we came here to do then,” another voice mumbled. “Let us be done with it.”
    “Once done, it cannot be undone,” Freyne spoke expeditiously.
    “Fazendiin betrayed us,” Narona responded .
    “Very well.”
    From out of Freyne’s mirror, a pasty, thin-skinned arm stretched forward, reaching towards the empty mirror of Jurekai Fazendiin. A fine mist emanated from the outstretched arm, forming into a thick smoky cloud, which covered the mirror. The outstretched arm retreated into Freyne’s mirror as Fazendiin’s began to shake violently. A moment later, it shattered, spewing shards of glass throughout the cave.
    “It is done,” said Freyne. “Fazendiin’s connection with us is broken.”
    Snarls of sickly celebration resounded from the remaining Grosvenor.
    “Now that the connection is broken, we can speak freely. What is our next move?” asked Narona.
    “We need more stones, more power,” said one of the ghostly mirror faces.
    “Yes!” agreed another.
    “The problem is, there are few remaining. We will never collect enough to recreate the Immortality Stone,” said Freyne.
    “Then what do you suggest?” asked Narona.
    “The boy. Fazendiin’s precious offspring.”
    “What about him?”
    “We find him. Take away Fazendiin’s edge.”
    “But the boy is not killable! He was born immortal.”
    “Did I say kill him?” spouted Freyne. “No! We take him and we turn him! Use him against his own father.”
    “I don’t see how this will be possible.”
    “I will see to it myself,” said Freyne. “I’ve devised a plan.”
    “If you capture the boy and prove that you can hold him prisoner, then and only then will I agree to try this,” said Narona. The others agreed with her.
    “He will prove too powerful to control,” a voice called out in warning.
    “Just leave it to me. ” Freyne’s figure dissolved, followed soon by the rest. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a vial filled with thick red liquid.
    “A drop or two of Fazendiin’s blood should do,” he said, his eyes wild. He stepped towards two rocks seeping up through the ground in craggy mounds and gently tapped one drop of the red liquid onto each one. He put the vial safely back into his pocket and raised his arms over the rocks. They began to pull out of the ground and as they did, they came to life, forming a head, arms, torso and legs. A crack sliced across each head forming a mouth with teeth that protruded outward, moving in a motion meant for cutting and digging.
    The stood before Freyne.
    “Find the boy. His father’s blood formed your bodies. Go. Hunt. Find him!”