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The mystics eyes were filled with sorrow as she now looked at Elizabeth, reaching across the table she grasped Elizabeths hand with both of her own, not in an attempt to read but apparently comfort. Honestly the site of it made Flint kind of shocked, causing him to return the tomahawk back to his belt. Maybe the Mystic wasn’t all bad, just a little cooky?

“Im sorry deary, I truly am. But the time for questions and answers is over. Just as your palm told me your future, my own tells me mine. I have to try and kill you both now.” They way she lovingly and regrettably spoke the words chilled Flint to the bone while alarms sounded in his head like an explosion. “What are you-” Before Flint could finish the sentence the Mystic waved her free hand in the air, hitting Flint in the chest with some unseen force that sent him flying out of his chair causing him to slam to the ground several feet away with a loud painful thud. All at once the room seemed to come alive, the torches that offered light flickered and grew and shrank some flashing different color causing an almost nauseating effect. The large gargoyles that had once been stoic and rigid began to move, three closing in on Flint who seemed to be struggling to get two his feet, and two making their way towards Elizabeth. They walked with large thunderous booms as their stone feet slowly made their way across the large room. All the while the Mystic cackled wildly.