“I need the number four”, a gruff voice said.

“I’m trying to stop Elliot from losing too much blood”, a gentle voice explained.

“Well I use a scalpel or a sharp rock, someone has to hold back his aortic valve so we don't have him bleed out completely”, the gruff voice coughed.

“Would you like to channel enough Magick through your body to keep your only son alive? I'm keeping myself from keeling over here just to stop an infection from setting in! The only thing helping is Tal’s attempts to implant him with some magick “, the gentle voice retorted now growing turse.

“I’m sorry honey, I'm just stressed and I… , I wish I could do better.” The gruff voice took a second to hold the cheek of the boy he had moved on to the boulder. He had tears in his eyes, pouring over the boy. The gruff then looked over to his wife and said, “Honey I think Little El has lost too much blood and any further field surgery won't help him. “

“There is always an option, just it might not always be the one that everyone wants”

“ Don't give up your life Annie. If you do this, i will never forgive you. I refuse to be made a widower, you are my rock!” The gruff voice said in desperation. His life falling like sifting sand between his delicate fingers. As he saw his son's dying body, his daughter’s burnt body dragged from the burnt barn, overlooking the burning wheat fields of gold.

“ Dear, I refuse to allow my only son to die without me having done everything I could to save him. “ The gentle voice said, as her hand began to release a smooth and slow purple mist. It seemed corrosives to her own skin as it healed the cuts and scrapes on the boy's body. She began to age rapidly. Dr. David R. Kane reached grasping Annie, holding his wife as he weeped. His tears mixed into the brackish mud paste of blood and dirt under foot. His tears cleaned Annie’s back of their daughter's blood from her blouse.

The veins in Annie's body topped off with purple poison, a corrosive current rushing racing through her body. The royal light shone through the skin, as her hair was rippled with currents of energy. The dust filled with patterns around her as the epicenter. The purple mist ebbed with the vibration of her heart beat as she pushed every one of her power to her attempt saving Elliot's life. The world around her silenced, stopping. She looked at her husband with eyes that leaked blood, glowing purple.

“ Pick up your darn scalpel and start cutting.” Annie stated her voice in a state of duality. Entering the space from multiple directions. David picked up the scalpel without saying a wood cutting down from neck to navel on his daughter's corpse. Annie took her finger tracing the light, multiplying the same cut over and over till it cracked open the rib cage. They looked in at blood-jade translucent blue organs that gleaned like jewels the lay untouched inside of Talia.

“We were right, she had magickal organs but her body was frail and weak, worse than normal. Tal was crippled by her greatest gift. El most likely cant fair any better.” David stated. Looking at his wife the skin and clothes at this point up to her forearms have lost their skin, the purple Magick eating away at her cells. A necrotic all-consuming mist, bursting her cell, as they try to contain the magick.

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“Well, I am hoping I can seal the organs and their power in his body. Locking away his time. But they will need some level of magick potential to keep this reaction going over time. David, I have to do this for him, or else he won't survive.” The tensions were mounting, David's deft hands the instrument and precision needed for the surgery. The energies that Annie welded, warping space and time, allowing for much needed respite. David and Annie sat in a form of limbo looking at their children.

Talia was the social pariah, but the sweetest person one would meet. Talia at her senior prom had given her dress to a girl that arrived without one. They switch clothes in the bathroom, the other students none the wiser. Assuming that the homeschooled Talia just did not have the money for a dress, or was too prudish to wear one, but they knew their daughter.

Elliot the genius, football star, and the one with the highest grades. Elliot was manipulating bioluminescent bacteria to integrate with frogs' eyes to cause them to glow, while other students at the district science fair made rockets. He was a social butterfly that loved talking with everyone. There wasn’t a person in the county that did not know Elliot. So, when Elliot followed in his parents’ footsteps to medical school no one was surprised.

David was a military field surgeon, and Annie a psychiatrist. They worked together on Special projects, one of those being the Titan project. A super soldier creating project that wanted to learn how to manipulate physics, biomechanics and medicine. In hope to develop humans into the “next stage”. They never believed in the project; they just knew they sat too close to it not to do anything. Annie was of the Circe, a pythoness, a being that for all intents and purposes contained power unlike normal humans. They sometimes shift into this greater universe by accident from a parallel plane that lies adjacent to the greater universe. Circe often mistaken as human witches are hunted by mankind. So it was unheard of that a Circe and a Human could have a child so when the first hybrid Human-Circe children were born. The perfect storm began. The Circian Race only had women, so Talia could have been possible according to Circian genetics; the lack of Y chromosomes in their society as a whole made the thought of a standard male Circe, like humans impossible. So when a second baby came out that was a boy it was much to Annie's surprise. Talia reacted to Magick instantly, meanwhile Elliot did not. Talia predicted bed time, and food and would cry before anything she didn't want to happen occurred, while Elliot was none the wiser. Talia was not like a typical Circian child but she was enough like what a Circian attuned precognitive abilities that Annie knew how to raise her. Meanwhile, Elliot was a lug nut of a child, curious about everything as though every rock was new every day.

That rich history of tears, and joy was fleeting before Annie and David. Their children were dying and they would too. After Elliots destroyed smoke-filled lungs were replaced, and his heart that had ceased beating without O2 was replaced. Annie passed her hand through his chest, the purple mist filling his thoracic cavity, fusing the organs on a cellular level. The mist that was formed from her blood permeated his cells affecting them, as they vibrated, absorbing the mist greedily metabolizing each molecule. Purple nodular sigils of Magick sealing his body's functions. Elliot’s blood was filled with his mother’s power as she gave her life for her remaining child, her body falling to a fine purple mist, blowing as the winds of time continued.

“I wish I had a little more energy to remove those scars from you baby.” Annie whispered from the wind over Elliot. “Mothers praying for you Little El. Mother’s praying darling.” Her body disintegrated into the furious inferno around them as Annie’s eyes laid on her husband. David’s normally stoic countenance was wracked with tears as he fell back off the boulder into the hellscape.