“Ahh!” she heard one of them cry as she swung her sword upwards on him. He fell to the floor with his eyes wide open, dead almost instantly.

The other two kept attacking frantically, not even worrying about their dead friend. Bette kept moving with an agility she didn’t even know she had. It was like she released the power hidden within.

She heard a loud groan from behind her and she saw the other man drop, his chest bleeding profusely. As he fell she noticed Tina behind him holding her bloody knife. Bette smiled appreciatively and swung around with the sword slashing the last man.

The man fell to the floor dead and Bette stood there panting. She could feel the anger and magic running through her body and she couldn’t seem to control herself.

Tina who had wiped her knife and put it away approached her tentatively. “Easy,” she said softly, “you can control it. You have the strength.”

Bette took shuddering breaths and slowly dropped out of her fighting position holding the sword loosely.

“Bette!” a voice called.

They both swung their heads around and Bette’s grip on her sword tightened as Tina prepared herself to grab her knives.

“Kit!” Bette said calming down when she saw her sister crying over their dead father.

Bette sheathed her sword and ran to her, but Kit stood up angrily and said, “how could you?”

“What?” Bette said in confusion.

“You killed our father!” Kit cried.

“What? No! I would never…”

“Then why is there blood on your sword?” Kit said pointing to the weapon letting her tears spill out of her eyes.

“It was those guys,” Bette said pointing behind her.

“Which guys?” Kit shouted angrily.

Bette turned around and only saw Tina. The men were nowhere to be seen. Tina looked sympathetic as she said, “members of the quad make deals with the Keeper.”

“The Keeper of the underworld?” Bette whispered walking to her so Kit couldn’t hear.

“Yes,” Tina said, “they sell their souls to him so they could have immortal youth and impossible strength. When they die, they disappear into the underworld to be eternal slaves to the Keeper.”

“So what am I gonna tell my sister? She thinks I killed our father!” Bette whispered desperately.