Lita awoke to the crying of a small child, probably around five, who had been awakened by her howl. Lita sighed and mentally barraged herself as she forced herself out of her warm bed, slipped into rabbit skin slippers, and searched for a candle. She pulled back her messy dreadlocks into a braid like thing and walked out of her room to calm the child down. She went down a spiraling staircase, walked down the hall, and stepped into the room of a small little boy named Clause.

Clause was an one of the children that normally ended up in Blue house, where all the unwanted children of the Nighters were kept. He was an unusual Nighter, because he, and he alone, could hear the voice of the Dusk that were the Nighters ancestors. He was told the curse’s,the possible futures, even what was happening around the Dusk.

“What have you seen now,Clause?” Lita said in her softest voice, partly because loud noises disturbed Clause and partly because she was tired.

“One of the Dusk’s souls has been forced out of its place and put in a human’s body.”

Lita was no longer asleep, her black eye’s wide and scared. “Are you sure of what you saw?”

“I can’t be sure, but the Dusk were angry, mostly angry because they’re powers won’t work against the man. His sword protects him. Against them at least, that is.”

“Who is the unluckly child?”

“No idea. But we must tell the owl. He’ll know what to do. The Owl and the Cat, for toghethor they’re more powerful then me.” Clause said, his already slightly high-pitched voice wavering slightly.

Lita nodded, and togethor the the girl who felt like his older sister and the boy without a childhood walked to vist the Owl and the Cat.