“Don’t tell me what to do Confessor,” Alice spat, “you may have power in Midland, but you don’t have power over me!”

“Confessor?” Bette repeated. ‘Is that what she is?’ Bette thought, ‘what the fuck is a confessor?’

Tina looked at Alice begging her to say no more, and Alice took a deep breath and stopped talking. Tina cleared her throat, quickly changing the subject, “fine, I’ll teach her what she needs to know, just name her so we can go.”

“Go? You don’t seriously think I’m gonna leave her alone with someone as dangerous as you?” Alice said.

“Alice, we need to go, the situation in Midland is urgent,” Tina said.

“Midland?” Bette said, “I am not fucking going to Midland!”

“Bette, it is your duty,” Alice said.

“My only duty is to this forest,” Bette retorted.

“Bette,” Tina said sitting down next to her and grabbing her hand, “look you saved my life while risking yours even though you didn’t know me. There is a land of thousands of creations that are being massacred by the evil tyrant Faye Buckley. The prophecy says that only the seeker can defeat the evil. We need you Bette.”

She grabbed Bette’s hand firmly and looked into her eyes. Alice looked uneasy at the touches, but didn’t say a word. Bette sighed, her heart making the decision before her mind did. That’s the way it always was with Bette Porter.

“Fine,” Bette said with a sense of pride standing up off the bed.

Tina smiled victoriously and looked at Alice who immediately crouch down and pulled out a covered sword from under the bed.

“Wait,” Bette said as Alice uncovered the sword and held it up.

“What?” Tina said standing up in confusion.

“Who are you?” Bette said looking at Tina.

Tina looked nervous and Alice sighed deeply. “All you need to know is that I am a respected creature of Midland called a Confessor, and my sole job is protect the seeker.”

“Alice doesn’t seem to respect you,” Bette said.

“I do, I was just scared for you,” Alice said, “she is highly dangerous.”

“You’re dangerous but respected?” Bette said scratching her head.

“No,” Tina said, “I’m respected because I’m dangerous.”

“That’s gonna be helpful on your journey,” Alice said, “fear is the biggest weapon. Another confessor would be useful if this is a difficult journey.”

Tina sighed sadly and said, “I am the last confessor alive.”

“What? That’s impossible!” Alice cried.

“My sister and I were the last two, the quad got her,” Tina said dropping her head and letting her tears fall.

Bette immediately embraced the woman gently. Alice looked nervous and she quickly said, “come on, I have to name her.”

“Right,” Tina said wiping her tears and standing up straight.

Bette straightened her back and awaited the naming. “This is the sword of truth,” Alice said turning the sword so Bette could see the beautiful handle, “it only gains power in the hands of the seeker. The magic of the sword feeds off the anger and emotions of the true seeker. The seeker must master his or her emotions to be able to control the sword, if not the sword will control the seeker. And an angry wracked seeker is a dangerous seeker.”

“More dangerous then Faye fucking Buckley herself,” Tina murmured.

“How do I know if I’ve mastered it?” Bette said.

“The blade will turn completely white and you will be basically undefeatable,” Alice said pressing the blade gently on each of Bette’s shoulder, “I hereby name you, the Seeker of Truth.”