A woman with jet black hair and amethyst colored eyes floats to the ground, a black cape hanging from her shoulders as she grips my mother by her throat at the same time her shoes touch the soil beneath her. I’m stunned by my mother’s inability to fight back, only struggling against the tight grip around her neck for the briefest of moments before the woman raises her in the air and tosses her into the open flame too. The sounds of my mother’s cries echo in my mind as the woman turns her attention to Zellus. “What have you done to my daughter?”
