Book 6:Dangerous Deception:Interlude Four:

Hagar: The Turning

The darkness of night had always been her favorite time, even on her homeworld. She had never known why exactly, there was just something alluring about it.

Tonight however, the dark did not give ease. She couldn't slip into it's dark ecstasy.

The old hag looked up at the moon. It shone like brass - a rare occurance on Doom that it could even be seen through the perpetual dark clouds of Doom's atmosphere.

A portent of change. She thought.

She pulled back her drab cowl to reveal her hideous face - the image of many a nightmare.

Once upon a time, she had gloried in this, but now, only sorrow.

The Turning. Oh, how she felt it strongly now. Stronger than when Pricess Allura had drawn her 'good' side out. Then she been able to supress it, but now it seemed stronger. It was something she had done, something done not in selfishness, but in genuine compassion.

She felt the cracking of the hard stone within her wrecked body, and it frightened her.

Hagar had never been afraid of anything - well, except for mice.

She looked at her ever present staff with a sense of both longing and loathing.

I don't want to change! No! Hagar's very soul quaked.

But it was happening.

Honevera had broken free, the Dark Gods fled from the witch.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Hagar screamed as she crumpled to the ground, her staff jerked away from her hand.

"No...no...no..." Hagar moaned, as she saw the glow of her staff die.

"I don't want to die..." Hagar covered her face with her hands.

Then live again, Honevera. A gentle voice encouraged. You've taken the first step in your compassion for the Prince and his Princess.You cannot serve two Masters.

Scared... Hagar curled up into a fetal position.

Let go, Honevera. Suddenly Hagar shuddered as her hand suddenly reached for coppery moon above.

She sobbed and then fell, her ruined form fading into nothingness, leaving only a pile of tattered brown clothing.Coba, her familar, who had been napping in his bed, yowled once and then was gone.

Hagar was dead.

A moment later, a slender pale hand touched the garments that lay on the ground and picked them up, thinking that she might have use for them yet.

"Goodbye, my 'sister'."

It was then that Honevera rose, her blonde hair blowing in the wind.

Honevera lived again.

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