” A few of my classmates at the academy had been committed here over the years, caught kissing in the toilet block or behind the furnace room. They ...never came back. I wondered if I’d ever see my skyisland again as I was led through the gates and up the marble steps to the imposing front door. On the doorstep a man stood in a tweed jacket, twirling the end of his moustache with his finger. “Octavia Thompson?” I nodded, opening my mouth to speak but he raised a hand to silence me. “Welcome to. In silence I began to rotate in a locked orbit with Her, focused on Her face. Her hair was pulled back tightly from Her face. Her features were delicate. Her lips were full and Her mouth small. Her neck was long and slender. I felt my body changing, responding to Her presence. She lifted Her face and opened Her eyes. Her eyes were glowing, dark pools without irises. I found myself falling into their dark wells. Her burgundy lips parted to be moistened by the pointed tip of Her pink. Your tricks have gone too far this time and it has cost us dearly. I see no choice but to take from you your divinity and banish you to the realm of mortals."A slim, handsome young man in flamboyant jeweled clothing stands before his mother, running his fingers through his short black hair as he speaks, "Well, that's certainly a better fate than father is resigned to." He chuckles.The queen sighs, "I truly hope you learn something before your now inevitable end, my son." She reaches out and a. “There’s only one thing left then.” Dean couldn’t believe his ears, did he really just say that? Was he really ready to follow through with the burning need now pummeling his mind? Maybe he was to hasty in his lack of logical thought processing. He looked to Sam for a response. Sam’s frame relaxed as he was hoping for this response. He worried that his older brother would retreat into the complexity of the situation at hand. Having overcome that battle, Sam breathed easier. Happiness filled his.