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The Salem Witch Trials had been in 1692. Again, Salem Witch Trials took over in 2010 though not as public and more doings of cults such as the KKK. Steadily, they began rising to power. This knowledge scared the shit out of Corvus since he was a warlock. Wasn’t he? Didn’t this new power of premonition prove that? Naturally, everything about this discovery had gotten to Corvus Dyer. He focused on Kathryn Grim to take his mind off of it. But speaking with Rhiannon and then having a conversation with Eversor made it all truly sink in. Eversor knew they had been warlocks. Severus apparently had been able to change his form and Eversor was psychokinetic. Corvus was stuck with a power no one trusted and was pretty much useless in self-defense.
“It has to remain secret,” Eversor told him while driving him back to his office. He was looked behind them as if someone could be listening or making sure they weren’t being followed. Warlocks and witches had powers unknown to mortals and they were the ones hiding in fear? It made little sense. “What on earth was that woman talking about? Halo? Does she think she’s an angel? I thought she was a bitch.”
Corvus sat silent, mind going in and out of consciousness. Maybe he could, after all, get something off of Rhiannon. Rhiannon Halliwell married to Beau Halliwell as her records said.
Eversor dropped his brother off at what used to be a nice hotel in 2005. Now it was shabby with bad plumbing, peeling wallpaper, and only occupants were cops as it was the only place they could afford to use. Justice and law were ignored so much in these times. Fewer crimes with more unexplained mysteries. Witch Hunters threw the only suspects in jail or had them killed. Dangerous times. Corvus walked to the elevator and rode up to the fifth floor. Room 64 was his office and room 65 was his home. It was pathetic, but they had no use for the rest of the rooms so they became homes to the law enforcers. Corvus took his laptop to his home and sat on his bed with it. His office was becoming a jail cell to him, so the new scenery was satisfying. He hadn’t seen a bedroom in a while, falling asleep at his desk.
On the search engine, Corvus typed in: halo.net. It was helpful to try to see if this place had its own website. Luckily it did. However, it was not dedicated to a place. It was a website for…witches. A pop-up read:
“Prove you are what you say you are. If you are us, test yourself. Mixing Ancient Guacamole In Carrots should help.”
Ew. That did not sound appetizing, but it had to mean something else. Witches couldn’t be so dumb as to spell it out. He wanted so badly to figure this out. And it helped. Suddenly, the five words melted away, leaving the first letters to come together as MAGIC. Spell it out. Funny. Before he could ponder on whether or not only witches could see it or if Witch Hunters got onto the site, the homepage appeared. HALO. There were chat rooms, news, and other things. He clicked on chat rooms to see what they were talking about.
PirateLover: What am I to do? The WH suspects me and I can’t very well hide myself. I don’t morph, I levitate. Imagine if someone saw!
BlondeMagic: Calm down, Dodie, it’ll be fine. J Someone’s looking for a way back into Halo and then no one can find you. Get your husband to teleport you all to another continent until then.
Someone: Were you talking about me?
It was only people complaining about their problems with their secrets, so Corvus looked around on UPDATES and then registered himself onto the site as Stranger.
Unfortunately, before he could go farther into researching the website, there was a knock on his door. Quickly and in panic he logged off and hid his laptop before answering the door, peeking through the peephole before unlocking and opening the door for his friend, Brychan Elder and his wife Endora. This was the first time he’d seen Endora Elder in person and her eyes were the first thing he noticed. A golden color like topaz. She was pretty and a bit older than Brychan.
“Hello, Corvus!” Brychan greeted grinning. Endora had a frown still in place on her red lips. “We just thought we’d drop in. I heard you got a new case. One my wife has found some interest in. I was lucky myself to find a new job. Of course, it’s not so much a missing person as it is a lost cat, but nevertheless we’re earning some money. So, Mrs. Grim hired you, the old hag!”
Corvus nodded and noticed Endora smirk. Their eyes met and behind her husband, Endora placed her finger to her lips for a few seconds before turning back to Brychan. She had a secret and she assumed Corvus knew what it was though she was sadly mistaken.
“So, you busy, old pal?” Brychan asked.
“Actually, yeah,” Corvus replied. Not so much on the case now. He had forgotten about the case until Brychan showed up with Endora.
“Well, let’s leave him, darling, so he won’t be fired,” Endora said, gently pushing her husband out of the door. She slowly closed it so that it made a low, long squeaking sound until it closed. Corvus, tired and eager to look up information about psychics, sat on his bed again. Unfortunately, the softness of the mattress and pillows compared to the desk made him fall into a peaceful sleep. His computer research and visit with Brychan replayed in his mind exactly how it happened. Then he saw something else. Brychan breaking into Warden Michel’s room - Corvus’s neighbor and rival - and strangling him while Endora watched from Warden’s chair. Brychan’s face was shocked by what he had done and he picked up the phone calling his boss and turning himself in, weeping on the red couch, covered in blood.
Corvus woke up at midnight and ran into the next room. Brychan wasn’t there. Warden wasn’t there. Only the blood on the brown carpet and Endora lounging in the chair. She looked up at him.
“Nice going, stranger,” Endora said coldly, standing up. “You did this! And Brychan turned himself in.”
Endora swept out past him and walked to her own room. Corvus shakily walked back to his wondering how it was his fault. But on the short walk back to his room through the long, dark hall, he swore he saw a dark figure lurking in the shadows, watching him with large eyes. But whatever and whoever it was would have to wait until morning though Corvus didn’t get back to sleep that night.
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