Series 1/Chapter 2: MURDER OF CROWS

Spring days in Savannah often act like tricks of the mind. The beauty of clear sky and appealing warm air soon becomes a fading memory as the mists of the Atlantic sea roll in covering the harbor in a glow of gray and white. 

In front of the Hotel Saint Filipe in downtown Savannah, Caitlyn Frost and her boyfriend Nicholas Falconer had just arrived from Portland, Maine. Caitlyn was eager to get to the bottom of her strange and secret adoption when a private investigator had lead them to this southern city to get more information; but Nick had apprehensions.

Nick had a deep intuition that was passed down from his native ancestors. HIs whole psyche was in touch with the planet and nature and these messages about being in Savannah were passed to him, and they were blaring like alarms, his love for Caitlyn was the only thing keeping him there. He knew that whatever was coming in these warnings--he would protect her. He was the only man she trusted and he would stay by her side no matter what.

"Checking in?" A young woman said standing behind the counter at the Hotel.

"Yes, Falconer." Nick said, cautiously observing his surroundings like the good police officer he was.

Caitlyn too was in awe of the grand hotel they were in. She stared at the giant vaulted ceilings that were held up by six thick white pillars. The ceiling was patinaed in blues and whites that seemed to mimic the sky just outside the door. There were small square shaped window in the ceiling that allowed just a peek of sunlight to beam down and on Caitlyn's perfect peach tones skin. 

The lobby itself had an old parlor like atmosphere with a sitting area of 8 brown leather sofas and potted ferms along side each of them. The marble floors echoed Caitlyn's every step as she bashfully walked along staring up at the ceiling, gazing at the old hotel's magnificence. 

"OH! Excuse me!" said a handsome man with gray hair dressed in fine gray suite and bow tie and top hat. His name tag read JOHN. The hotel manager.

"I am so sorry!" Caitlyn replied embarrassed.

"It's quite alright." John replied.

"Everything ok?" Nick asked coming to Caitlyn's aid with their bags and room keys.

"Yes! Oh god I'm so stupid, I was staring up at the ceiling, and totally forgot myself. I bumped into this man, and...." Caitlyn began.

"It's fine, it's fine! I've bumped into much worse. Welcome to the Ambassador! If you'll need anything please feel free to give the front desk a call I am sure they'd be more than happy to help." John said.

"Thank you." Caitlyn replied blushing. 

"Where y'all from?" John asked.

"Portland. Maine." Nick replied.

"Well, then! That is a far trip! How long are you staying and What brings you to lovely Savannah?" John asked, charming the new residents. "Typical hotel manager speech, forgive me." he added with a chuckle. 

Nicholas and Caitlyn looked at each other unsure of hot to answer the kind stranger. The truth was a tad too much for a first time conversation.

"Well lots of things I guess, anyway Mr..." Caitlyn began.

"Barrett, John Barrett." 

"Mr.  Barrett, I really am sorry for the foot smashing. We'll be here for a few weeks. There are a few things I need to handle with the town, paperwork things." Caitlyn sort of explained.

"Paper-work things? You sound very official." He smiled. "And mysterious. You'll fit right in!" He added with a wink.

"What's that?" Nick asked, confused.

"Oh nothing. Just a small town Savannah joke about how everyone who comes here wants to disappear. Mysterious abound in old-Savannah-town. But again. its all just fun and games. Again, I'd like to welcome you both, have a wonderful stay, and if you need anything, I know where the bodies are buried." John replied again with a light laugh. 

John walked off to his busy front desk and left Caitlyn and John to discover the room they'd call home for the foreseeable future. 

It had been a long day. Caitlyn lay on the soft bed in the center of the room as the sun cast a small bright beam of light from between the shuttered screens across her bed. She napped better in the day than she could sleep fully at night. For some reason, she was more of a night person, her anxieties came in the night and held her awake with terrible insomnia. 

Nick sat on a plush love-seat and stared at his beautiful Caitlyn. He watched her back rise and fall with the breath of a heavy sleep. He quietly got up and went over to a small shelf that had a bar on top and poured himself a drink of chilled brandy to ease his own anxieties. 

His yearned for more information from his ancestors. Something deeper something more to calm his nerves about what was really going to happen in Savannah. He could feel it in his bones too that something was afoot, even since the plane set foot in Georgia, he felt the danger stronger and stronger. As soon as the Georgian air hit his face, the hair on the back of his neck lifted like weeds in the wind.

He took a sip of the brand and put down the glass, and suddenly he heard the loud cry of a black crown screeching painfully in his hear. He grimaced in agony of the sound and held his urge to scream. The pain of the crow screeching in his brain made him double over. When he opened his eyes he was looking directly into the glass of brandy and there, his ancestors sent a vision.

In the brown tinted liquid he saw flying in a circle a murder of 5 crows. The flew around and around cawing and screeching and swooping down one by one from the sky at something, then as the fifth crow swooped down, Nicholas found himself inside his own vision looking up at the crows from the ground.

He circled him and cawed and circled him and cawed. Then again the swooped down, each time their claws trying to scratch the skin on his face. Nick, still in living in his vision, swatted at the crows and began to run down the grass that he was standing on. The 5 crows followed still screeching, still crying and swooping down, one finally scratching his cheek with one of it's sharp claws. 

Nick kept running in this vision. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know why he was afraid, he didn't know why the crows were attacking him. He just ran and ran and finally as he came to the end of the hill there was one crow that had landed. 

Nick stopped in place. 

The crow turned it's head and suddenly with a flip of its wings morphed into a man in a black cloak with red eyes. The man in the cloak levitated one inch off the ground and began to come at Nick with a hand reaching out to him. Nick turned and began to go the other way but it was too late. The other four crows were behind him, trapping him. They too morphed into men in black cloaks with red eyes.

"NICHOLAS. NICHOLAS. NICHOLAS. NICHOLAS. NICHOLAS." Each cloaked man said.

As the cloaked creatures came closer and closer to Nick in his vision, trapping him as they encircled him reaching for him to take him as their own and, what he thought, destroy him.

Nick fell to the floor and screamed. 

"NICHOLAS!!!!" Caitlyn said, shaking her sleeping boyfriend.

"What?? What?? What happened?" Nick said, looking down at his brandy stained shirt.

"You were screaming. You woke me up and I saw you sitting here asleep but screaming. Are you ok?" Caitlyn asked.

"I was having a nightmare I think. Something was trying... to.... get me." He replied.

"Are you ok? Let me get you some water." Caitlyn said rushing over to the bar for a clean cup. 

But Nick knew it was more than just a bad dream. It was another warning. His ancestors, the people who made him who he was, the people of his tribe were showing him something in his future. something was coming for him, and this warning was meant to be enough to scare him to leave Savannah for good. Even if he had just gotten there.

But he could not leave. He could not leave Caitlyn alone. 

"Cait, listen, I was thinking, why don't we just go down to the hall of records tomorrow and leave our information and then we can get back to Portland. If they find anything about your adoption then they can send it in an email or mail it. I mean we really don't have to stay all this time." Nick offered.

"Why? I thought work was ok with you using all your vacation to come down here with me." Caitlyn said handing Nick a fresh glass of water.

"They did but... " Nick began as Caitlyn passed him and went over and pulled open the closed drapes revealing a large black crow sitting on the ledge of their balcony. 

Nick screamed and dropped the glass over water on the fresh gray carpet, scaring the crow off into flight.

"NICK!" Caitlyn exclaimed, rushing over to him.

"I'm, fine, I'm fine. I just need some air." Nick said. 

He grabbed his jacket and kissed Caitlyn on her cheeks.

His behavior was strange, she could see something was bothering him but nothing would take her away from Savannah. Nothing. This was where she needed to be to find out where she came from, who she came from and where they may lead her. Savannah was her destiny. 

****

Azira, the older and head witch of the coven known as Mae to the mortals of Savannah, sat in her sitting room quietly reading with a large fire burning and warming her from the large fireplace that had two giant stone eagles on either side. Azira's heart and mind were unable to focus on the book; all she could think about were the tarot cards she pulled the day before. Over and over in her mind she saw the cards flip over revealing the danger that lurked so close to home.

Perhaps too close.

Azira got up from the fluffy chair and sorted through all her mail to attempt to occupy her mind and move passed her tarot cards. All the mail, addressed to her alias "Mae Watanabe" of 5460 Broadway in Savannah, GA flipped through her fingers, pointless to her. Her mind was completely locked on the cards.

She knew that whatever was coming, would change their lives forever and the safety of the coin was in terrible jeopardy. 

Azira went over and over in her mind what she told Cressida and Gabrielle. That the tree of them were the only ones between the coins and the safety of man-kind. 

As Azira continued to think of her tarot cards and ponder of the terrible thoughts of the Dark One finding the hidden coven and the coin they were protecting she unknowingly released an energy source into the world of the supernatural. Azira was indeed a powerful sorceress that was connected to all things of this world and the next. The amount of mental and psychic energy she was using in her worry had betrayed her to the Dark One. 

 She had no idea that he had tapped into her. She had no idea with her own worrying and power of thought had given away where she was.

Far off, in a dark bleak place where the lives and souls of all the world's darkest figures dwelled, Caspian Casador's eyes flipped open. They were filled with flames of the tortured souls and with that the link to the surface was made.

Back in her home Azira felt a heaviness in her chest. She started to see a shadows lift in the room as if they could walk and talk on their own. They were floating around her. Spinning and spinning as if they were sharks in the deep dark waters of the sea surrounding prey. 

"I cast you out!" Azire said as she reached over to a table and pulled open a drawer. She feverishly searched in the drawer and shuffled through papers and books in search of her protection. 

An amulet.

Caspian's eyes shifted from fire read to dark green. He turned his head and when he did so the shadows in Azira's sitting room lunged at her but Azira quickly drew out a amethyst amulet on a silver chain and held it out in front of her pushing back Caspian's walking shadows. 

Caspian grinned evilly as his eyes in the dark place reflected the amulet Azira was holding up.

"Clever witch." he growled as his voice echoed in Azira's mind.

"I will not let you near them. I have control here. I HAVE CONTROL HERE!" The old witch said.

"Oh do you Miss Mae. And what exactly do you think you're in control of? Me?" Caspian asked, his voice sarcastically using her mortal name. 

"I knew you'd come. And I warned the others. They know what you're doing and you'll never take the coin. Not from me, and not from the others." Azira said, the amulet still tightly hanging in her hands as the Caspian's shadow walkers remained floating around her growling and awaiting their next move.

Caspian's head tilted, Azira mentioned the precarious coin he so wanted. The coin he had coveted for years and years and that he was told were destroyed. He was told they were gone and for all the years that they were missing had sought to replace. One way or another.

Now, in a possible slip of the tongue Azira had confirmed to him that the coin that meant everything to Caspian were indeed NOT destroyed. But hidden. Hidden where?

"Oh haver you made your bed now, my dear old witch. I'll be happy to inform the others once I kill you that you've made the biggest mistake ever, you've just told the truth. A witch's fatal flaw." Caspian replied.

Azira for a second felt confused but then realized her blunder. 

"Caspian, leave this alone, take what you already have and build your war chest without them. You don't need them. You don't need them." Azira answered, hoping for Caspian to give in to her. 

"You've all betrayed me, years and years of betrayal, especially Cressida. I've been waiting for my time to come and all the years she lied and said that the coin was gone, that they were destroyed and that she destroyed then. But now, I can see and I can taste everything where you are, old witch Azira, and because of all your lies, you'll be the first to pay." Caspian said with a quick head turn a change of eye color back to blood red.

The shadow creatures that floated around Azira screamed in a type of agony, so loud that it shook Azira's small house on Broadway Street in the center of town. The evil and horrible screams coming from the shadow creatures was so loud Azira dropped the amulet that protected her on to the ground to cover her ears. 

The shadow creatures then merged together and formed an arm and hand guided by Caspian still down in the dark place. The hand made of shadows lunged again and the cowering older witch and grabbed her by the throat and squeezed.

She couldn't breath. She gasped for air. The light in her eyes were fading, the life in her body weakening with the death grip of Caspian's shadow arm. Then with her last breath, Azira's eyes suddenly turned to the same color as Caspian's and she died.

Her lifeless body fell to the floor of her sitting room. She was dead.

Caspian then tilted his head and the shadow creatures morphed from an arm to a fully formed man, again guided by Caspian. 

This shadow man was now a proxy of his, walking and moving as if he were there himself. The shadow version of Caspian walked around Azira's sitting room and looked around. It saw spell books on the shelf. It looked over papers that had been strewn all over the floor from Azira when she searched for her protection amulet. 

The shadow being, Caspian's proxy then stepped over her body and the fallen amethyst amulet and walked over to the side table and saw the mail Azira was reading which revealed the location of the coven and possibly the coin Caspian was in search of. 

SAVANNAH, GEORIGA. 

The shadow man then walked over to the large hot fire and crouched down. It's eyes lit red like Caspian's and it opened up in the form of a mouth and let out a loud scream then a laugh directly into the fire. The fire raged and pulled in the shadow creature, completely pulling it into hot fire and the fire and shadow creature became one. The fire sucked the shadow creature away back to the dark place where Caspian ruled and left Azira's house and her body on the floor.

Now, complete again, Caspian's eyes turned back to their normal amber color. He was back in his humanoid form again sitting on a large black throne-like chair. 

Her stood up and adjusted his black suit and clapped his hands twice. 

The blackness around him opened up like a door and in that door was the new, beautiful sorceress Morgana that had married Caspian in the black wedding. 

She walked over to her new master, still dressed in her black wedding dress. Once she reached him she gave him  her hand which he kissed. He then took her to his black throne and sat her down like a king comforting his queen.

"You have your direction now. You have a place to go to find the one who will bare your child and perhaps there is more that you can do for me." Caspian told her. 

She looked at him confused.

"More?" she asked. "What more can I do?" 

"The coin. I have reason to believe it still exists." Caspian said. "If they do, I need you to find it and bring it back to me. You will be paid handsomely for this act. I promise you this."

"But how? Hydren said she destroyed it both years ago?" Morgana said, using Cressida's witch name. "And if it does still exist how will I be able to bare your child? I can only have your child, Caspian, if this coin is truly gone. If it still in existence any child I have for you will be redundant and unnecessary to you, you know this, and there is nothing more I want or desire than to give you the heir you deserve. Not chasing Hydren's ghost child."  

Caspian narrowed his eyes and his new bride. He disliked her quick tongue. But he knew he needed her. She was his only key to the surface. He held his own bitter tongue before saying too much then softened his approached.  

"Exactly the point. You mean more to me my love than just a vessel for my child to live and grow in." Caspian said kissing her hand. "Finding the coin or having my child will prove quite fruitful for you either way. Your wealth of power will over flow in each outcome. As the mother of my child or as the recovered of the coin." Caspian said although Morgana could tell he was lying. 

If the coin was still in existence Caspian would not need her at all and most likely Caspian would dispose of her. And she knew this. She was skeptical, suddenly, of his motives. Things had quickly changed, and in her mind Morgana, the beautiful witch Caspian had taken as his bride was now having second thoughts. 

"Bring me the coin and I'll reward you with powers, bring me a child, and you'll have the same success. It's a win/win Morgana. You never lose." Caspian said with a wicked grin knowing he was not telling the truth should she find the coin first.

Caspian was all powerful, but a witch was a witch was a witch. 

Morgana was able to hide her ability at knowing when he wasn't being truthful. Her secret weapon. She knew he'd kill her if the coin was found intact, and Morgana also knew what prophecy read: the witch that held the coin so cherished by Caspian would be rewarded with ultimate powers.

That meant if the coin was still in the world, Cressida would be all powerful, not Morgana, for Cressida was the one who had found the coin years ago and also said she destroyed it.

Morgana had her doubts. 

Understanding her true mission now, Morgana curtsied to her master showing her half-allegiance to the man she bound herself to for all time in the black wedding. The same man she promised to bring a life in to the world for him to use as his heir and take over mankind. 

She then quickly made her way out of his dark layer and readied herself to go out into the world of mortals to do Caspian's bidding. But she knew, cunningly so, that she had a plan of her own. 

Should Morgana find the immensely important coin Caspian long thought had been destroyed by Cressida, she would destroy it herself so that the child she would be able to conceive Caspian's child and bring herself ultimate powers once the prophecy was complete, voiding all connection between Cressida and Caspian altogether. 

Cressida's supposed destroyed precious coin could not exists with Morgana's child. Both in the same world, in the natural word and the supernatural world it could not be possible. It was either Cressida---or Morgana and Morgana was going to be sure she was the one who won out. 

Morgana was on Caspian's side, but more so Morgana was on her own side. Always. 

****

On a willow-lined and shady avenue off the main portion of town in a prominent neighborhood, Cressida Crain, Hydren in her mortal life, stood in a the gloomy light of from the street. Her blond hair was tied in a tight up-do and her arms were crossed across her chest, as if to comfort herself. 

She was waiting for Amira, or Dr. Gabrielle Loures as she was known to the whole of Savannah, to arrive from her job at the hospital. Cressida had just received a call from the coroner's officer when a housekeeper found their coven leader Mae dead on her living room floor.

The cause of death was undetermined, but Cressida had her suspicions. 

As she stared out of the window, concerned, in fear, and unsure of what Mae's death meant for the future of the coven, Gabrielle car pulled up and she quickly made her way into Cressida's townhouse.

"I came as quickly as I could." She said, with her doctor's bag and lab coat in-tow.

"What did you find out?" Cressida asked.

"The coroner hasn't filed anything for me to see yet in the medical records but I was able to call and tell him I was a family friend. They say it seems like she died of natural causes, but without truly examining her myself I don't know. Why do you feel we shouldn't trust that?" Gabrielle wondered.

"It just seems strange, don't you think? Just two days ago we were at her house and she was warning of something coming and then she...." Cressida couldn't finish her sentence. She couldn't say the word "dead" she couldn't even imagine the woman who cared for her, the woman she saw as a mother figure gone, forever. 

Mae was a force of nature, and it was true that she was an older witch, a woman who had lived years and years and in fact centuries over time, but to die in a random way as she did was, to Cressida, not normal. 

Gabrielle too felt it in her heart that it was strange for a witch to die of natural causes. There was really no true way for a witch of Mae's stature to die in this way. But her body was found, she was gone, and now the to remaining witched of this exiled coven had to move on and fight the coming dangers alone.

Gabrielle walked over to a large black painted shelf along Cressida's blue deep blue wall. She saw a picture of Mea, known as Azira in their world, and held it up so that her eyes met Mae's in the photo.

"What happened Azira, speak to me. Tell me." Gabrielle said, attempting to contact her through the vail of the living into the world of the dead.

Gabrielle , her beautiful chocolate skin reflecting the light from the overcast sky the peeked through the window seemed to glow. Her dark eyes closed as she tried to reach the dead Mae. 

"Azira! AZIRA!" Gabrielle called out in her mind to Mae in Mae's witch name. 

But nothing came. Mae had vanished.

"I tried too." Cressida said. "She didn't reply Gen. That's another reason why I think she didn't die the way we're being led to believe. It was something else, and probably that something is what Mae had been warning us about all this time. Gen, I think..." Cressida said before Gabrielle rushed back over to her and covered her mouth.

"Don't say it. Don't say it! Before you even go there in your mind, let me go check on him." Gabrielle said referencing that someone else was in the house with Cressida.

Cressida nodded. 

Gabrielle then grabbed her doctor's bag that she left on the black leather sofa and made her way over to an adjoining room. She put her hand up to the black lacquered door and removed a skeleton key from her lab coat pocket and unlocked the door revealing a young beautiful young man in a hospital bed. 

Cressda's son, in a coma. 

Gabrielle then closed the door and went about her doctor's business. 

Alone again, Cressida took a deep breath and sat down on her sofa. She closed her eyes and tried to contact Azira again, calling her out in her mind by the name of her witches coven. 

As she did so, Cressida found her self, subconsciously floating in a world that was like a dark fog. It was cold there. No sound. Cressida felt as if she was holding her breath, her hair was floating as if she were under water. There was small glimpses of light that sparkled down on her face like fractures of sun light that connected in twisted pieces of water over her face.

In her mind, Cressida called out to Mae again, hoping to get an answer. Hoping to get some sort of truth about what happened to her. And in the distance of this strange underwater, dark world, two red eyes began to swim towards her. 

Cressida held herself in position and floated squinted her eyes and tried to make sense of what it was.

The eyes came nearer, closer and closer. She could feel a terrible beat in her heart and then, suddenly the face of Caspian Casador was revealed, but it was distorted and his teeth were shape like the jaws of a shark and he lunged at her with a gaping wide mouth ready to devour her and when he came close to chomping down on Cressida's body her trance was broken by the door bell.

Back in her living room, Cressida composed herself and walked over to her front door. She opened it, and it was one of her closest friends from town, John Barrett. 

"Hey! I came over as soon as I heard about Mae!" John said, knowing how close Mae and Cressida were.

"Oh! Yes, come in, come in." Cressida said, seeming a bit off from her strange experience in her vision.

"Are you ok? You seem so flustered. I guess I can understand though, you and Mae were so close. I'm just so sorry about it all Cress." John said, hugging Cressida, a woman he had always loved dearly.

"We're all broken hearted. She was ...she was an incredible woman to say the least." Cressida replied showing John in to the sitting room.

"Was she ill?" he wondered.

"Not that we know, no." 

They both sat down next to each other and John grabbed on to Cressida's hand. He was in love with her for many years and although she had strong feelings for him too, she never pushed their relationship any further than friendship. How could she? She and her fellow coven witches, were always on the cusp of a strange mysterious war against an unknown force, how could she ever start a relationship with a mortal man and successfully hide her true self to him. A romantic relationship between the two could never happen, not if Cressida had any say.

She knew, for his sake, it was his in his best interest... and safety. 

"You've been so strong over everything you have had to go through and I just want you to know that I am here for you, Cress, I will always be here for you. You know that right?" John asked squeezing her hand.

"John, thank you, and yes I know that everything you have done for me over the years has been so helpful and kind and I appreciate it. I really do. I always will." Cressida said, her big blue eyes sparkling. 

Although she didn't feel she could be in love with John safely because of what would happen if Caspian ever found them, she still did. She truly did love him back. 

"Hi John!" Gabrielle said, quietly closing the door behind her from where Cressida's son was.

"Gabi! Hi, how's Caleb?" John asked, mentioning Cressida's son by name.

"Good, good, he's doing very good. All his vitals are perfect except for the one we want to change the most, he just isn't alert." Gabrielle said on Caleb's comatose state.

"How many years has he been in a coma now? 24?" John asked.

The two women looked at each other then both answered "yes" back at the same time. 

"Yet another thing that you've overcome, Cress, your son's illness must be a challenge and now your best friend has passed, I mean...it must be very overwhelming. But again, I'm here for you. Both of you." John said, remembering Gabrielle was also very close to Mae. 

"Thank you." Gabrielle replied with kind smile.

"I'll let you two talk things over now, I'm sure you have a lot to arrange for Mae. I'll be in touch ok? Call me for anything." John replied kissing Cressida goodbye on the cheek.

Once John was gone, Cressida released a deep sigh of relief. She had barley enough time to comprehend and process what she saw in her image before John arrived. 

"What? What is it?" Gabrielle asked as she put her things back inside her doctor's bag.

"Before John came I tried to contact Mae again, and...." Cressida paused as she went over to her son Caleb's room and removed a Skelton key from her own skirt's pocket and opened the door. 

"And what?" Gabrielle said, removing her lab coat and folding it neatly. 

"Its him Gen. It's him. For sure I know it's him. It's Caspian, he knows where we are. He's found us....and..." Cressida stood at the door of her son's bedroom where he was asleep in a coma in a bed. The room was painted with mute and calming colors. The machines all around him to keep him alive we oddly turned off and unplugged.

The reality was, Caleb was not in a coma because of a terrible accident, or a mysterious illness. Caleb was not in a coma because of some sort of unexplained thing that happened to him causing his brain functions to cease the way a normal 25 year old man's would. 

It was in fact on purpose. As he grew, Caleb began to show signs of his genetic powers. His dark flare, his father's wit... her was in fact the child of Caspian, the darkest creature of all.  Cressida worried that as he grew so would his powers and with that powerful surge of evil deep inside of him shining in the supernatural sphere, Caspian would no doubt find them all in Savannah.

 Caspian's long lost coin. The Child he believed dead. 

Cressida made the choice to hide away in Savannah and place Caleb in a deep sleep when he was just 10 years old, this sleep spell was the only thing she could do to protect him and all of man kind. The spell mimicked a coma. 

All the town believed that Cressida, who's life in Savannah posed as that of a wealthy heiress of old money, had terrible luck. That her only child's accident locked him in a deep sleep. No one knowing the truth except Mae and Gabrielle, her coven-sisters. 

This bewitching of Caleb saved all their lives, his sleep quelled any sign to Caspian that he was alive, and her lie that the child had actually died would give them the protection they needed forever.

Or so she thought.

"You think he's ..." Gabrielle said.

"He's coming for his coin." Cressida replied as they both stared at the sleeping beautiful blond Caleb. "he's coming from son." Cressida added, noting that coin Caspian was so determined to get, the coin that he believed were destroyed were in fact, his child... the Coin was a person. 

The Coin was conduits and connections between the world of the living, the mortal world, and the world Caspian was from, the underworld. 

"He will never be able to take him, never." Gabrielle replied as she grabbed Cressida's hand. "I will do everything to protect him." 

Cressida squeezed Gabrielle's hand knowing that it was now possible that Caspian had gotten to Mae and killed her and he now knew where they were, they all were. Including Caleb the important coin. 

"I have to show you something." Cressida said as she pulled Gabrielle over to a small box in Caleb's room. The box was lacquered black just like the room's door and could only be opened with the skeleton key that opened the door. 

Cressida opened the box and removed a photo of Cressida, but Gabrielle noticed something she had never known.

"Two...." Gabrielle gasped. 

"Two." Cressida confirmed.

The photo was of Cressida and Caleb....and a second baby. Caleb's missing twin. 

"There are Two coins." Cressida said shocking Gabrielle to her core. 

Caspian's spawn, he believed Cressida destroyed years and years ago, the coin he desired to rule over the world of the living was not one child, but in fact two.