Save me. I need you. You are of the Darkness. Lead the Wild Hunt once more. Save Me before it is too late.

Spade had become used to the lack of sleep and when she did sleep she dreamed of a girl child. A child that to some of the Fae would be considered as an abomination, to others a blessing.

The promise of salvation and yet Spade felt an unyielding twist of hopelessness and agony as the nights grew short and the days longer.

She had spoke with no one about the nightmares. Had confided in not a soul for she no longer trusted any one. Not her family, not her Misfit Toys, and especially not the Dark Fae.

"Lead the Wild Hunt."

Sidonie mouthed the words without giving voice to them as she recalled her dream. Or was it a nightmare? Or... something more.

Tourmaline eyes narrowed to mere slits as she could feel the rich velvety pureness of her power pool through her spirit and stream eagerly through her veins. A low growl that was far more beast than fae escaped her throat as she dressed.

Spade did not need the mirror's reflection to know that her appearance had altered to reveal her true form. The glamour dropped her flesh glistened in a hue the shade of molten gold left accentuated by the sheen of obsidian. The Black Dogs that ran rampant along her flesh.

They were awake and eager. Oh so eager for the Hunt.

Before she exited the room she grabbed the last few remaining weapons she possessed.

For a moment the reality of it all settled within her spirit and Spade smiled.

Truth be Told... Spade was the real weapon to be feared.