Chapter Nine

Yo-ho, Yo-ho and a Gallon of Blood

The camp was awakened next morning by a thunderous boom. Goldie and Icarus both woke to see the majority of the camp's little boys running about and shrieking as another roaring boom sounded. Red was already up, trying to figure out what was happening. Pinocchio had reactivated himself once the moon had set, and was frantically trying to get himself and his body parts under cover before somewhere trampled him.

The booms stopped, and the camp slowly settled down. Red spotted Peter swooping down towards her. The cheerful boy looked unusually grim as he landed in front of her. "Red, I've got bad news. Where're your friends?"

"Down here!" Pinocchio called from underneath a tree root. One of his hands waved.

"We're here, we're here!" Goldie said, as Icarus swooped down, carrying her. "Pete, what's going on? What were those sounds?"

Pete bit his lip. "It's the pirates. Our own little curse. The pirates are a bunch of Black Fables the Wolf sent here to subdue the area. Those booms were them setting off the cannons, trying to scare them into giving them what they asked for."

"What'd they ask for?" Goldie asked, bewildered.

"We'll know in a moment." Peter said, and before anyone could asked more, something detached itself from the shadow of a nearby bush. The group looked closely, and saw the shadow of a human cast by nobody. The bodiless shadow glided its way to Pete, attaching itself to his feet. In a moment, Pete had a normal shadow, just like everyone else.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. "I sent my shadow down to the beach to see what they wanted. That's my little gift – my shadow isn't stuck to me like most folk."

"What they want?" Red asked bluntly, tiring of the small talk.

"You'll be sorry you asked." Peter said dryly. "They want you, Red. They want you to surrender to them now or they'll blow the whole wood apart. They can, too – the only reason they haven't yet is that they want to capture and infest it with darkness. But I guess they're willing to give up that goal to get at you." He chewed the knuckle of his forefinger in thought. "Look, I'm no friend of the pirates, obviously, but I've got a camp to look after. I can't risk their safety for one person. If I'd known the Black Fables wanted you so bad, I wouldn't have taken you in."

"We didn't know ourselves, honestly." Goldie mentioned. She glanced at Red. "Red, do you know why they'd want you?"

Red shrugged. "No matter. No get others killed for me. I go."

Her friends stared at her. "Red, you can't just go down without a fight!" Icarus exploded. "They'll kill you, you know!"

Red grinned mischievously "They try." She picked up her sword and sheath from where it laid on the ground. "No say I come unarmed."

Slowly, as what Red meant hit them, her friends broke out smiling. It was Pinocchio that said it. "Oh boy, I almost feel bad for those pirates now. They have no clue what they've just asked for."

Peter, who hadn't had the benefit of seeing Red in action yet, was skeptical. "I dunno, guys. There's way more pirates then I think you realize. There's a whole army of them, and their leader, Captain Hook, is the scariest guy you'll ever meet." He looked at Red, and sighed. Her face was set in an expression of stubbornness, and it was obvious she intended to go regardless of anything Pete said. "Alright, alright. But take this." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small, golden pocket watch and held it out to her. "Hook's got only one weakness. Don't ask me why, but he can't stand the sound of a ticking clock. He hates it. This clock may be your only chance of beating him."

Red took the clock and slipped it into her cloak. "Thanks." She smiled. "Which way?" Peter pointed her in the direction of the beach. "Okay. I go now. Bye!" She took off into the woods.

"Just like that?" Peter asked, amazed that anyone could walk to a nearly certain death sentence so casually.

"Just like that." Icarus said. He gathered up Pinocchio's pieces into a bag, holding his head in one arm. "Come on, wood-man, let's go watch!"

The Neverland Sea was regarded as one of the Seven Wonders of Mythos. The region known as Neverland, so called because of the retarding process the majority of the region had on aging, was completely landlocked. However, deep in the middle of Neverland Forest, the focal point for all of Neverland's inherent magic, was a Sea. That sea was said to lead to every other point in Neverland, and it was possible to sail anywhere from it. It could not be seen from outside; you'd only ever see the Sea if you walked to it through the woods.

It was this Sea that Red now approached. As she came out of the woods and onto the sandy beach, she felt a cold wave of darkness washing over her; the concentrated malice of hundreds of Black Fables. And there they were, laid out before – hundreds of pirates, all looking very menacing in a stereotypical pirate-y way. Many of them carried cutlasses, but some also carried hand-cannons – massive magi-cannons that had been miniaturized just enough to be carried around. Red's eyes swept over this motley bunch dismissively. Regardless of how many there were or how fearsome they appeared, the fact that they had yet to notice her demonstrated their incompetence.

Just beyond the beach, however, was a massive, triple-masted wooden sailing ship of unbelievable size. Parts of it seems centuries old, while others seemed brand new, but it wasn't cobbled together from other ships. It simply seemed as though some parts had aged at different speeds then others. None of this interested Red, though – what interested her was the massive aura of darkness seething within the ship. It was blackness unlike anything Red had ever encountered, except for that seen in her dream-memories and in her own soul. She had curious mixed feelings. She wanted to test her skills against the darkness. She wanted to rip the darkness to shreds. She wanted to embrace the darkness. All at once, she respected, hated, and was drawn to the darkness. It was the strangest thing Red had ever felt.

Red was startled from her thoughts as she heard rustling and footsteps behind her. She smiled, and relaxed. Ah, so that was their game. The pirates knew she was here; they were trying to set her off guard so they could sneak up and capture her. Which might've worked on an amateur, of course. However, Red decided to let herself be caught. What better way to get amongst the pirates?

"Gotcha!" One of the pirates, a very gruesome-looking specimen complete with an eyepatch, shoved a burlap sack over Red and scooped her up, pulling the drawstring tight. "Har har!" He laughed in the clichéd pirate manner. "Didn't see that 'un coming, didja?"

Red resisted the urge to rip her way from the sack and tear the pirate's good eye out. She forced herself to wait as the pirates talked and roughly dragged the sack down to the beach.

"Didja see? She was jus' a lil' girl!"

"Well, dat's what da cap'n said, ain't it? A lil' girl in a red 'ood."

"What da cap'n want wit a girl in a red 'ood?"

"Oh, who cares? Da cap'n gets what da cap'n wants."

The conversation, if it could be called such, continued on. The pirates, it seemed, were in no great hurry and were taking their sweet time dragging Red down the beach. Finally, Red heard the sounds of lots more pirates around her. "Careful!" She heard someone shouts. "If 'arf the cap'n said 'bout her is true, she could tear us apart right now!"

This was greeting with laughter by most of his fellow pirates. "Aw, siddown, Patch! She's jus' a lil' girl!"

Red decided it was time. She reached for her sword, and though she was being jostled roughly about, she managed to grab the hilt. With one smooth motion, she drew the saw-edged blade and slashed her way out of the bag. She rolled to her feet. "Patch?" She growled.

One pirate, and older, grisly looking man, stood up, shaking. "Y-yeah?"

"You run, very, very fast now. You live. Everyone else, dies."

Patch took off like a rabbit. He was already off the beach by the time most of the other pirates drew their weapons. "GET HER!" Roared a number of hoarse voices.

Red closed her eyes for a moment, smiling. "Fools."

"Am I late?" Pete asked, swooping down to land beside where Icarus sat with Pinocchio's head beside him, right at the edge of the forest.

"Nah, you're just in time." Icarus said. "Pull up a piece of ground and watch the show. Goldie coming?"

Pete floated down cross-legged and landed in a sitting position. "Nah, she said she didn't have the stomach to watch. This Red of yours that good?"

"Better." Pinocchio said, with a mischievous grin. "Just watch, my friend."

The first man to reach Red was named Bloody Reg. He was the worst of scum, no two ways about it. He gleefully murdered the helpless, men, women and children alike. He was an alcoholic, prone to violence, vicious and ruthless, and a powerful fighter. His chest was scored with skull-shaped scorch marks where he branded himself after each kill. He had fifty-eight. He'd never get a fifty-ninth.

The blackened, saw-edged steel sliced easily through Bloody Reg's stomach, through the toughened muscle, through his spine, and out the other side. Blood sprayed backwards. The pirates behind him stopped in terror. Red gave them a scary, ghostly smile. "This fun. Who next?"

Some pirates turned to run. Some pressed the attack. Some stood dumbstruck, not sure what to do. In the end, it didn't matter.

A streak of red flew among them, a blur of equally red blood following behind her. Black steel met flash, cleaving apart her foes. Red leapt and spun among the pirates, as if caught up in some intricate dance. Cutlasses never touched her, bullets bounced off her hardened steel sword. She was an unstoppable juggernaut of destruction, a god of death given the form of a little girl.

One of the pirates, a huge, muscular mountain of a man hoisted a large hand-cannon. "Die you little piece of &$#%!" A huge burst of crimson energy shot forth from the cannon's muzzle, scorching the ground.

Red glanced at him. "Idiot." A casual flick of her blackened steel blade knocked the blast back the way it came.

The muscle man looked at the oncoming energy burst. "Oh, $%&#."He disappeared in a burning blaze.

Inside the creaking ship, all was quiet. Hardly any of the commotion outside penetrated this deep, to the center of the massive ship. Shme, the first mate, was shaking uncontrollably. He was no coward – you didn't get to be first mate of Cap'n Hook's ship by being a coward – but this task before him was enough to scare anyone.

He had to deliver bad news to the Cap'n.

The large pirate took a deep breath and knocked on the cabin door.

"Enter." Came the captain's voice. His voice sounded like a cold steel dagger wrapped in soft velvet.

Cautiously, Shme entered the room. Time seemed normal around him – a good sign. The Cap'n was in a good mood. And there, at the desk, half of which looked brand new and the other half worn ragged by time, sat the captain himself.

Captain Hook cut a frightening image. Thin as a rake, with a face like a predatory bird, the captain was clothed in a red silk overcoat, over a fancy white tunic. His beard was perfectly trimmed to the height of fashion. He wore an oversized red silk hat with a purple sash wrapped about it, with many feathers thrust into it. Rumor had it one of those feathers came from a phoenix.

And the hand, the hand… the right hand was replaced with a shiny silver cap, a curved plate like an inverted bowl, where you would expect a hook to be. But there was no hook – not now, anyway.

"What is it, Shme?" The captain growled, reminding Shme what he'd come here for.

"Yes, sir, well, you see, we found the girl. You know, sir, the one you asked for, Red, was her name, yes?"

"Yes. Continue." The captain had little patience for Shme's bumbling procrastination.

"Yes, sir, sorry sir. Anyway, we caught her and brought her here, but she, ah… broke free, sir. She's slaughtering the crew now, sir." Shme regretted the words the instant they left his mouth. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as time around them shifted. A piece of brand-new looking wood next to Shme began aging rapidly. A butterfly the Captain held in a jar on his desk regressed into a cocoon, then fell out as a caterpillar. Time was going crazy. The Cap'n was upset.

The captain stood upright. "I see." He said, his voice quiet but full of menace. "I shall deal with this myself." Shme blinked, and suddenly the captain had left. It took Shme a moment to realize his personal time had slowed as the captain passed him, and hurried to catch up.

Red was enjoying herself. These were Black Fables? These were the dreaded pirates that had subjected the Neverland Woods and its surrounding area? They must've gotten soft fighting helpless kids all the time, because fighting them was as easy as cutting open sacks of flour, only a lot more entertaining.

Red leapt and spun about, tearing into her opponents with a graceful ease. She tore off pirates' heads with her bare hands, only to drive her sword deep into the gut of another. Many pirates had given up, dropped their weapons, and ran, but there were plenty pirates brave and/or stupid enough to keep fighting.

Her blood sang with the thrill of combat, and the darkness from the ship seemed to pull her closer. "Keep her away from the ship!" The pirates cried. Red could laugh. Keep her away? How would they do that?

Red cut a bloody swath through the crowd. The crowd of pirates, so intimidating before, was already less then half its former size. Corpses littered the ground, and more joined them every moment.

Aboard the ship, a group of five pirates were scrambling to assemble massive magi-cannon, twice as big as a person. Runes were carved all along the black steel, and a small rope to pull to fire it. Red slashed her way to the gangplank leading to the ship, only to be swarmed by at least twenty pirates swarming down it towards her. Red lashed out, severing one of the rope supports for the gangplank. With a scream, all the pirates on the gangplank fell into the ocean. Red didn't bother checking if they survived; she scrambled up the gangplank, not at all bothered by the fact that it was now skewed at a weird angle.

"SHOOT HER! SHOOT HER!" Screamed one of the pirates. Another, skinnier pirate went around to the back and pulled the cord. The runes on the gun glowed for a moment, then a huge burst of fiery energy engulfed the gangplank, Red, and a large portion of the land and pirates behind her. A deafening roar filled the air, and smoke obscured Red from view.

"We got 'er! We got 'er!" One of the pirates manning the cannon cheered.

"Don't be so sure." Warned the pirate who had been shouting for them to shoot. "Don't ever think someone's dead 'till ya see the corpse."

The pirates watched the smoke intently as it slowly cleared. Red was standing there, head down, apparently untouched. She looked up, icy blue eyes burning into the pirates. "That hurt." She growled. She leapt towards them, slicing the magi-cannon clean in half. Then she rounded on the first pirate. He was dead before the scream escaped his throat. Red then whirled about, crimson-covered steel flashing in a circle as she took out three more pirates. The last one was trying to scramble down the ruined gangplank. He didn't make it. Red leapt on him, bare fingers ripping into the man's chest and tearing out the man's living heart. She tossed it into the water and kicked the man's carcass after it. The she turned back to the ship.

The dark aura was all around her now, covering her, singing with anger and bloodlust. The air thrummed with it. And it was getting stronger.

The door leading below decks creaked open… and out came Captain Hook. "Girl…" He growled advancing towards her. "You'll not escape here alive." He raised his severed, silver-covered hand appointed it at Red. Black energy coursed around it and coalesced into a large hook made of the same black steel as Red's sword.

Red grinned savagely. "I no try escape. I kill!" She leapt at him.

Hook smiled, a horrible, frightening sight. "Foolish child. You know not what power you wield." Suddenly, Red felt something… it felt as though she was trapped in a mire of slow, thickened time. In less time then it took to think of breathing, Hook was behind her. "Nor what power you face." Red's body barely drifted through the air in mid-leap at snail's pace, while Hook lifted his namesake and slashed at Red, ripping were cloak and the cloth beneath and leaving a long, raged scar on her side, the red showing up brightly against her pale flesh.

Red screamed; a long earsplitting screech of pain. Used though she may be to the internal shadowy pain she lived with, never before had she been wounded from without so deeply. Burning pain filled Red's mind, making it impossible to think of anything else. Hook laughed. "Foolish child. You squander your power, using it like a blunt hammer to batter your foes." He brandished his bloody hook. "You have yet to learn to wield it properly, to focus it and discover your true power." He slashed down with the hook again, knocking her from the mire of slowed time and down to the wooden floor.

Red was convulsing. She'd never felt a pain like this before. It was horrible. She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't breathe. The shadowy aura around this ship no longer looked inviting… it mocked her, danced around her, crowing at its conquest.

"You are an accident." Hook continued, advancing on her. "You were not meant to exist. You posses only a fraction of your master's power and separated from him you are even less of a threat." He raised his hook. "You must be so confused, not knowing who you are, or what you're for. You should thank me for putting you out of your misery." The hook swept down. "Die in ignorance, foolish child!"

Clang.

Red's hand moved at blurred speed, her own sword reacting faster then the eye could track to block the hook. Red grinned and stood. "You the fool. You knock me into fast-time." She knocked the hook away and stood. Her wounds were already healing.

Hook grinned. "It was sheer luck that knocked you into one of my quick-time fields, girl. One can't expect that sort of luck twice." He lunged, and Red, even with the advantage of the quick-time space she currently occupied, barely parried the sinister hook in time.

"We gotta do something!" Pete said, fidgeting half a foot above the ground. "She gonna get slaughtered out there! Why doesn't she use the pocket watch I gave her?"

"I doubt she remembers she has it." Pinocchio said dryly. "She gets like that in a fight."

"I've got an idea." Icarus said suddenly. "Pete, you got an extra watch?"

"You're not going over there?" Peter asked incredulously.

"I know what I'm doing. And it doesn't involve getting myself killed, don't worry. Do you have another watch or not?"

Grudgingly, Pete reached into a pocket and pulled out another watch. This one was silver, but was otherwise identical to the one he'd given Red. "Here you go – for all the good it will do you." He said dryly, handing it to Icarus.

"Thanks." Icarus said, taking the watch and hurrying the bag containing Pinocchio's parts. He reached inside and pulled out Pinoc's right hand.

"Hey, hey! Hands off the merchandise!" Pinocchio called. Icarus ignored him.

"Pinoc, you've got a screwdriver in your hand, right? I need it."

"Oh, sure. I'm just an over-glorified Swiss Army knife, after all." Pinoc grumbled, even as he closed his eyes in concentration. The tip of Pinoc's forefinger opened up, extending a screwdriver.

"Thanks, Pinoc. Let's get to work." He set Pinoc's screwdriver-finger to the pocket watch and began his plan.

Hook's swipes were blindingly fast, cunningly calculated surgical attacks, each one calculated to require the most possible effort to parry. Red felt the time around her shift, and her one advantage, the quick-time field, was fading. Her arms were tiring, and she was on the defensive. She'd never been on the defensive before. Hook was pressing her further and further back, until her back pressed against the ship railing. Hook sneered at her. "You are done, girl. You hade your fun, but you are outmatched. Surrender, and maybe I won't tear the heads off your little friends."

"Thanks, but I don't need your mercy." Came Goldie's voice, and suddenly a blur of gold came from seemingly nowhere, knocking Hook away.

"Goldie?" Red asked, turning to the direction the voice had come from. Goldie stood – or rather floated – there, encased in a translucent, golden bear form. It was only a few inches taller then Goldie herself, as opposed to the monstrous black bear she'd created the day before, but the golden coloring made it just as impressive.

"Hiya, Red. Sorry I didn't show up sooner, but I was practicing. Look!" The golden blur returned to Goldie's side, revealing itself to be the littlest bear, now only waist-height. The medium-sized bear, at chest-height, weighted patiently behind Goldie.

"Good!" Red said grinning broadly. The she frowned as she heard Hook's footsteps. She turned and parried his hooked hand with seconds to spare.

"So, your friend has discovered some power of her own. No matter." Hook said dismissively, raising one booted foot and kicked Red away. Red tumbled backwards, her back slamming painfully into the railing. She gave a small cry and fell to her knees, before immediately trying to clamber to her feet.

"You'll pay for that, monster!" Goldie shouted, charging the pirate captain and swiping with one golden paw. Hook didn't bother with his hooked hand this time. A mere gesture of his normal hand swept Goldie to one side, slamming her into the rotting timbers.

"You caught me off guard, fool. It won't happen again." He approached Red, who was still trying to struggle to her feet. "Now, for my prize. My master will reward me greatly for your capture, Red Ridinghood."

"Which means taking it from you will be even more fun." Icarus said, flying overhead. A small silver device was clutched tightly in one hand.

Hook scowled at him. "Is there no end to the foolish weaklings I must destroy?"

"Actually, yeah, there is, and I'm it." Icarus said, holding out the modified pocket watch. "Guess what time it is, Hook?" He pushed the button to open the watch, and the sonic resonator he and Pinocchio had hastily built from Pinoc's spare parts amplified the ticking sound, causing the air to fill with the sound. Tick, tock, tick, tock. "It's showtime." Icarus finished, landing next to Hook, extending the ticking clock towards him.

Hook's reaction was instantaneous. He sank to his knees, covering his ears the best he could. "Make it stop!" He howled. "I control time! It bends to my will! No one can tell me the time! No one!" He was shaking violently. "Time only exists as I say! No clock… can tell me… the… time..."

"Any time you're ready, Red." Icarus said. "Pinoc thinks this will only hold for a few more minutes before the clock winds down and the resonator burns out."

"Right." Red said, and she stabbed Hook right through the chest. With an almighty heave, she lifted Captain Hook over her head and the railing. His carcass slipped off and fell, right into the ocean. "Done."

Icarus snapped shut the watch and tossed it aside, running to where Goldie law, smashed into the wood. Her bear-form had faded. "Goldie, you okay? Are you hurt?"

Goldie sat up and smiled. "I'm fine. I guess I'm just not much of a fighter."

Icarus smiled back. "It's alright, Goldie. I wouldn't have you any other way. Besides, you saved the day, anyway. We did it!"

Red, who had followed Icarus over, grinned. "We did it!" She repeated, leaping into the air. "We won!"

Pete, on the shore, was similarly ecstatic. "I don't believe it! They did it! They killed Captain Hook! They killed him!" He turned to Pinocchio. "Why aren't you cheering?"

Pinoc frowned. "I'm not sure. Something's bothering me… it seems too easy…" Suddenly, his wooden eyes widened. "Oh, Legends. Goldie, Red, Ic, get outta there!" That last part he amplified considerably, so it could be heard from the ship. "Hook's not done yet!"

"What do you mean, Hook's not done?" Pete asked, as the three on the ship look about, bewildered, then decided to follow their friend's advice, and headed for the gangplank quickly, Icarus flying ahead.

Pinocchio spoke quickly and grimly. "I knew something was wrong. A normal Black Fable wouldn't have had such a strong power, like that time-bending thing. Plus, he didn't bleed. Nearly all Fables bleed, except…" he paused.

"Except what?"

"Infected Fables." Pinoc finished, grudgingly. "The strongest Black Fables don't have a corporal existence, so the plant pieces of themselves, or Black Seeds, into White Fables. It corrupts them from within, slowly turning them into something stronger then any Fable, White or Black. The thing is, once you kill them, the Black Seed that was growing in them is released."

"And what come ou – HOLY LEGENDS, WHAT IS THAT?" Pete exclaimed, pointed to the ocean. A huge tentacle shot from the water, completely encircling the ship. More and more tentacles appeared, thrashing through the air, blocking the gangplank and airspace, so none of the three could leave. A massive octopus head, with two, massive, emotionless black marbles for eyes emerged from the water near the ship.

"Oh, Legends." Pinoc said. "Don't you need a license to be that huge?"

A/N:

Hoo boy, that was a good one. A good, intense fight to liven this story right up again, and a good ole' cliffhanger to wrap it up. Now, to reward all you faithful readers, I give you an entry from the Encyclopedia of Mythos!

Entry: Red Ridinghood
Category: Fable
Age: 11
Appearance: A sweet, innocent girl in a red cloak with blue eyes and dark hair, often covered by a hood. She has a brilliant smile and very pale skin. When fighting, her appearance takes on a more frightening, predatory aspect.
History: Largely unknown. It is known that her grandmother was killed (officially, by the forces of the Wolf, though it is also suspected that Red herself may have done the deed). Her mother, Marie Ridinghood, was a well-known warrior in the fight against the Big Bad Wolf before going missing and being presumed dead. What brought Red to her current state is entirely unknown, though the Black Fables are suspected to have something to do with it.
Theme Song: I Am All of Me (by Crush 40)
Height: 4' 5"
Weight: 42 Lbs
Impressed by: fighting prowess, fine weapons
Favorite food: Roasted apples with honey and raisons
Abilities: When calm, Red's strength has been measured at approximately 2½ times that of a full-grown male. She is capable of approximately twice the ground speed of most athletes, with a reaction time five times that of the norm. Her maximum leaping distance is 10 feet straight up from a standing start. When agitated, upset, or angry, her power increases. Her maximum strength when in this state is many times that of a human, capable of lifting (pressing) 3½ tons. Her maximum landspeed 65 MPH, and she can sustain this speed for approximately one hour before tiring considerably. Her reaction time increases to one fiftieth of a second. When extremely upset, or when exposed to certain stimuli (including, for an unknown reason, the word 'home'), Red enters a 'feral' state, in which her reasoning ability is severely lessened, although she can still determine between friend and foe. In this state, she can lift (press) up to 15 tons. Her maximum landspeed becomes approximately 80 MPH, but she can only sustain this speed for approximately ten minutes before tiring. She can leap up to 35 feet straight up from a standing start, and has a reaction speed of one one-thousandth of a second.
Red has also displayed an ability to channel some form of 'black energy' into her hands, dampening all sound from her strikes and increasing her striking power to a force equivalent of approximately 50 pounds of dynamite. This estimate increases as she grows more agitated, and when in a feral state she can break through nearly any material in this manner.
During her first rampage, Red manifested a wolf-hilted, saw-edged sword of an unknown black metal that can cut through most materials. It is widely accepted that the sword was manifested from Realworld thoughts of anger, hatred, and malice. When separated from Red, the sword vanished. Red has not again demonstrated the ability to manifest the sword again, but has shown an ability to transmute a saw, and possibly other weapons, into a replica of the sword over a period of two to three days.
Red also has the interesting ability to resist most magical effects, although she is affected by magical auras that may disorient and weaken her, such as that of the Zodiac creatures. She also posses true sight, the ability to see magical forces at work, as well as judge the emotions of a person by the 'colors' around their person and in their voice. She can also detect auras of unusual dark or light energy. She shows considerable aptitude for magic, and may have other abilities that have not manifested or been revealed.

I am taking requests for any other entries you'd like to see, on any aspect of Mythos. However, for characters, it'd be nice if you suggested a theme song. I don't know enough music to have a theme song for each one. Thanks for reading, and please review!