I sat at the long round table hearing Aithne complain again. Kin and humans were not so different despite what the Kin thought. Neither did they see that a god was sitting in front of their noses. I posed as an old council member who had been like a mentor to these children. It is what they acted like then it was what I would call them. In my eyes, all the Kin were children anyway and I was their older brother or uncle.

  “What do we do with that wretched human? She won’t crack no matter what I do!” whined Aithne. The others rolled their eyes used to her theatrics. Arriana got it from somewhere and it was not from her father who sighed and ran a hand through his cropped blond hair.

  “She is of no use to us then,” said Gale shrugging.

  “Turn her then,” said Siegfried.

  I cleared my throat to get their attention. I couldn’t let them turn Myra. I needed her soul to free others. That included her death but we could get into the details another time. Right now I had to save the girl from these bumbling fools. I turned to the quiet one. He knew of her ailment. I could make him talk but he was more useful as an ally right now. I turned to Medina who was combing her hair with her long nails. I slipped a coil of my power into her and like a marionette I controlled her.

  “Have you noticed anything strange about her,” Medina asked.

  Aithne was about to shake her head when her eyes lit up. “She seems to zone out quite often in my torture,” she said. “It’s as if she escapes into her mind now that I think about it.”

  Medina smiled. “Really? Maybe I can control her through whatever mind ailment she might have.”

  “So the girl is unstable?” asked Gale as he raked his hand through his hair again. A nervous habit he picked up from his brother.

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  “Yes,” said Medina, smiling. “With a little persuasion I can get her to talk,” she said.

  “You are the mind witch,” said Siegfried grinning.

  Medina smirked and I let her go. My job was done.

  “Is the council in agreement then,” I asked.

  “Yes! Let Medina teach that brat not to mess with us,” Aithne said smirking.

  “Let’s do it,” said Siegfried.

  Gale sighed letting his hand fall to the table. “Alright.”

  Thorn shrugged neither agreeing nor disagreeing. The others took it as agreement and Medina smiled nodding.

  “Then so be it,” I said. “Council is adjourned. Now go, my children.” And leave me in peace! I needed to think about my next move. I knew how this would end. I needed to contact Noali and see if she had sent the group on their idiotic quest yet. It was a needed part of my plan. I could play a little longer with the group while I kept the council busy with the otherworlder. Everything would fall into place...little by little. Reality folded and my sister emerged with a frown.

  “Amel, what do you think you are doing,” she asked, hands on her hips. Her dark skin glowing.

  “Something to free our people Amelia. Mother is blind to their cries, I am not,” I said.

  “But to bring otherworlders here and then throw them into chaos, Mother is not happy,” she said.

  “I don’t care. I’m not listening to my people’s cries anymore. Tell Mother she brought this upon herself,” I said grinning and materializing a Martini and sipping it as I leaned against the round table.

  “Amel, I want them freed of eternal torment as well but there are rules to this,” she said.

  “Oh screw the rules! The light Kin make the same mistake and do you see their souls being damned? No! I’m through waiting. It’s now or never,” I said, sipping my Martini.

  “But with the savior of Sapherine? You know Mother has been waiting for her for a millennia.”

  “She can wait another millennium for another,” I muttered.

  Amelia smiled, her emerald eyes gazing at me. “Okay. I’m in,” she said and I smirked. Having my older sister in on the plan would make this much easier. We risked eternal damnation for this but some things were worth it and I was going hell for leather, as the Earthlings put it, on this. This was my chance to right a wrong my Mother had committed against my people so long ago. The rest was dressing, another earthly saying but apropos.