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Huh. Kind of like a phoenix?

Phoenix isn't a word I'd go with when it comes to her. She's too much of a snake.

More like a Hydra. Cut off a head and three more grow in it's place.

Oh. Yikes. That sounds... creepy.

She is creepy. Seriously creepy. And really dangerous -- if you can help it, don't let her touch you.

Yeah. You know, I completely understand this. Evidently, I also have a creepy sibling. Small world, huh?

*chuckles* Yeah, I guess you can say that.

Your sibling bent on world domination as well, or are they just really out there?

Um, I don't really know what his plans are for the world, really, but I wouldn't put it past him.

He kidnapped me and supressed my memories and held me for round about six months or so. And then just totally randomly let me go.

Yours?

*deep breath* This is all going to sound really weird, but just go with me on this, alright?

She kidnapped me and three of my friends, dragged us to an alternate dimension, revealed the fact that she's a witch, then while distracting us with the problems of that dimension, unleashed an army of machine gun toting maniacs on the world, which generally speaking? Was pretty much stuck in the Middle Ages and had no way to protect themselves.

That was before ~~I killed her~~ she died. But now she's back, and -- I have no idea what she's up to this time.

Ha. Let me tell you. That is not at all as weird as it should be. I don't actually remember this, but I'll try and relay what I've been told about MY life thus far.

I was born in an alternate reality created by this chick named Wanda, who is a witch. My dad, who exists in the reality I'm in now, was born in the not so distant future, got sent to the way way far away future and then came to the present. My aunt is dating someone who may or may not be my great-grandfather (yeah, I don't know how that works, either) and my crazy half-brother has sent me off to find my grandmother and/or my aunt. Reason unknown.

I think there was more, but really that is way too much to remember already. The Summers-Grey family is really screwed up as I've been told by numerous people.

Wow. That's -- well, it's a relief that you don't think I'm crazy. But then again, I'm still getting used to this place. I haven't been in the Old World for nearly twelve years.

I feel really out of place.

Tell me about it, sister. I TOTALLY understand.

*grin* Seems like you do.

I'm April, by the way.

Beatrice. But, just call me Bea. Beatrice is really a terrible name.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

I just wish I knew what to do with myself now. I mean, for those twelve years, I had a purpose. Now -- I'm just kind of -- stuck.

I really wish I had some advice for that, but we're really in the same boat there. I feel like a total slacker. I do nothing but hang out in my friend John's apartment all day.

And I don't even have that. I should probably team up with David and see where things go from there, but -- now that Senna's back ~~I don't know if I can trust him~~ things are gonna be a little different.

Was she supposed to be able to do this?

No. At least, we hoped not, anyway.

What became of her afterward?

To be honest, so much has happened since then that I don't remember what we did with the body. But that doesn't really matter now, does it?

A shame that it makes you no less of a murderer.

You know, I actually really wasn't worried about that.

No, of course you weren't, which is why your delightful account of things above lacked your particular role in my untimely demise.

Didn't think it was really that relevant, since around here it probably would have been considered self-defense anyway.

It depends upon how convincing the story's teller could be. A weakling who was jealous of being in her sister's shadow and thus killed her out of spite does have a certain ring to it.

*laughs bitterly and loudly* I killed you out of spite? Is that why you think I did it, because I was jealous?

Oh, God, you're even more full of yourself than I remembered.

And you're still as blind as I remember. Still, killing me was probably the most defining moment in your life. You slew the witch and left my army without its leader to slaughter as it wished as opposed to following my whims.

But what's a little more blood on your hands.

And on yours -- you were the one who brought them there to begin with. You're trying to tell me it would have been less bloody if we had actually left you in charge?

Perhaps. The initial cleansing was a necessity, but once those foolish enough to consider rebellion were appropriately dealt with, the rest would have learned to accept my rule or face the consequences.

There would always be rebellion, Senna. People don't like being ruled over by a dictator, Everworld or not. It's ingrained in the human condition.

Although I prefer a more subtle means of persuasion, then I would simply make as many examples as it took to crush any such ideals.

Then you'd have a helluva lot of blood on your hands. People don't stop fighting because examples are made. They just learn how to buy their time.

Or they grow weary of losing those they care about and become complacent. Those wracked with despair are often the most easily molded. As you would well know.

Eventually someone will finish the job. Only a matter of time.

Very unlikely.

According to you. But you're not as powerful as you think you are.

And you underestimate me, as always.

You're only as powerful as the weaknesses of those you pray on. You never give much weight to their strengths.

I do when it suits me. I knew David had the makings of something great and that it would take some prodding to bring it forth.

And you couldn't just let him find his own way?

He would never have done so, not without something forcing his hand.

Say what will of Hell, you can't deny that their time spent in Everworld has changed the others for the better.

They're doing just fantastic. We're even more screwed up than we were before we got there -- bang up job on that one.

I said they, not you.

David, the hero. Jalil, finally in control of his little neurosis and Christopher...well, he may be somewhat braver.

Yes, we'll I'm also more screwed up, so I included myself. First half of what I said was they.

Braver? Christopher's suicidal. He runs into battle hoping this that'll finally be the last one. And the only reason Jalil was in control is because you sent him back to square one, and David -- well, David just went from being your puppet to Athena's. He can't make any decision for himself.

Tell me, Senna -- are they really better off?

As though their regular lives were so much better in comparison. Bound by their own flaws and failures, at least now they have something of a purpose.

Of course, if I hadn't died, they might have had a place at my side.

Yeah, because other than David they were just jumping at the bit to fight for you.

Sometimes one person is just enough to shift the balance of things.

Sometimes. Sometimes not.