“Guys! I’ve got a lead,” Waylon shouted, a smile gleaming on his freckled face. “The gown was white. And the blood? Purple.”

Zada looked lost in thought. “She’s a Distraught Damsel.”

“Yes, and I’m guessing innocent as well. The Western Warlock must’ve changed her. She seemed scared and confused.”

Distraught Damsels were once human woman, turned to nocturnal beauties meant to lure nighttime hunters to Warlocks.

“This isn’t good,” I said. “If the Western Warlock is kidnapping innocents, he must be trying to create an army.”

“He wishes to overthrow the kingdom,” Waylon muttered, fear clear in his tone.

“Lea, what are you planning,” Zade asked, his eyes searching mine.

“The Warlock can’t win everyone over. Even if he turns some into his creatures, they won’t follow him,” I said. “I say we get the Distraught Damsel.”

We hide ourselves in the cloak of darkness. A blink of white catches my eye. I follow it.

The Distraught Damsel wails in the night.

“I’m a monster,” she cries.

“No, you are innocent,” I say.

“You’re all fools,” a deep voice says from behind me.

The Distraught Damsel hides behind me.

The Western Warlock emerges with a wicked smile.

“Hello, Lea.” He zaps me with his power.

Suddenly I feel my blood boil and my skin turn white.

“What have you done,” I whispered.

“Hello Distraught Damsel,” he sang.

I wail in pain.