JOCELYLN AS HECANIA (HER OLD, WITCHY SELF)"Where is the Phoenix stone?!" I screamed in her ghostly face, my tone demanding and angry.

"You will never find it." She murmured her pain and agony.

I took a step back, watching her weak, dead self. A dark smirk crooking a corner of my mouth. "See what you have become." I mocked. "If only you had just obeyed and submitted, you'll still be alive."

"Alive? That would have been humiliation. One I would have never outlived. That's worse than ...