Sian sat on a tree branch, kicking her legs back and forth slowly. She was enjoying the lazy night, wind breezing through her hair.

"I found you, mon petite," Jackal called up to her.

She smiled. "So you have. Where's Bran?"

"Delivering a message to Adamantis for me," Jackal said nonchalantly, accompanying his words with a careless shrug.

"Is he your messenger boy, now?" Her voice was still calm, but Jackal could detect the edge in it.

"No. He offered. I think he was hoping to find the deas."

She looked down at him, catching his eyes. "Adamantis isn't going to let him just wander around. He still sees Bran as a servi. Plus, he hates us. He thinks we'll stand in the way of his attempt to dismantle our master."

Jackal pondered her words, reaching up to grab both of her legs, stopping their peaceful movements. "Are we not, dearest Persephone?"

"Are you loyal to the Atrox, my friend?" She whispered.

"I'm loyal to you," he growled.

"Good. And I'm loyal to a potentially new regime."

"Not Adamantis, I hope."

"No. Stanton," she said, sliding off the tree branch to the ground.

Jackal nodded. "Have you thought this through?"

Sian pulled back her long hair, tying it up. She didn't want to answer right away. This was a delicate process, the overthrow of one evil for… What, another one, maybe? She hadn't told anybody of the whispered plans between her and her uncle, Stanton. But now was different, now was a time of change.

"It's for the best. But you can't tell Bran," she warned Jackal in a fierce tone, piercing him with her eyes.

"Why would I tell him? I know the risk."

She searched the Follower's face, and saw the truth in it, the truth he couldn't hide from her. Not after all the time she, Jackal, and Bran had spent together since her battle with Evelyn.

"These are dangerous times, Hades," she whispered, not in fear, but in warning. Warning him that he didn't have to be here, with her, as the team they had created.

"I know, Persephone," he whispered in return, understanding her tone, but not caring.

They looked at each other, and she nodded. There was a dark change coming for both Nefandus and the other world. Hopefully soon, the light would cast its glow for good on both worlds.

"Thought I'd find you tow here." Bran slid up along side Sian, his arm around her waist. His lips pressed against her cheek. "Adamantis is going mad!"

"Really? What gave you that idea?" Jackal asked him, suddenly very curious as to what Bran had seen.

"Not now," Sian told them. "We have a hunt to go on, remember?"

The men nodded, and all three drifted into the shadows simultaneously.

And there's the end of Huntress! Finally, lol. I hope you enjoyed. Please, leave me some nice reviews, or not so nice if that's how you feel.