I thought I was dreaming. I, Emmalin Mac, was standing face to face with Moridients, the 'god' that was out to kill me. His face was all twisted up as if I had stabbed him or something. But in my hands was nothing. On my hands, there was blood. Over and under my fingernails like nail polish. But it was disappearing and I was feeling woozy. My skin turned fair, much different from my regular caramel skin. I started glowing then I turned white. "Why are doing this to me?" I screamed. "Moridients does not care how you feel," Moridients said. Suddenly, he stood upright as if I had not done anything to him. My knees buckled and I fell to the ground. Coughing up blood, I lay down in defeat. "Why are you doing this to me?" I repeated. Where are the others? How did this happen to me? I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. 3 DAYS EARLIER "Eat up," my grandmother said as she slid a plate of cookies under my chin. "You're much to thin." The smell practically consumed me so I took some. The house smelled more like grandma even though she moved. This house was not just a house though, it was a mansion. There were lots of twists and turns and sometimes I got lost. There were over twenty seven rooms and a couple of them were off limits to me. " Grandma," I asked. "Why did