Last week – Ichabod, Jenny and Abbie rescued Hawley from a demon, who happened to be the woman who raised him. Captain Irving was exonerated in court, and went home to his family after Katrina confirmed that it appeared Henry no longer had a hold on his soul. Hawley left to hunt down his demon foster mother.
This week, we do some house hunting, and take on an evil adversary from Katrina’s past. Crane makes progress with adapting to 21st century life. We also get an interesting plot twist.
In an auction house, the curator and his assistant are taking inventory and categorizing items for auction, working late into the night. One of the items is a book of spells -the journal of John Dee, the most trusted advisor to Queen Elizabeth, according to legend. The royal court’s “sorcerer supreme.” As they talk, the curator is carefully leafing through the book, coming to the page with a pentagram and other symbols on it. A phone call interrupts their conversation, ad the curator steps out to answer his phone. He tells his assistant to make sure things are secured. She picks up the book with gloved hands, and for a brief moment looks as though she might be tempted to explore it. She puts it into a locked glass case.
The lights flicker, and she looks around. Seeing a man dressed in 17th century colonial garb entering the room, she tells him he can’t be in there. The man ignores her and slowly walks towards the glass case. The security guard enters, and also tells him he can’t be in the room. The man ignores them both and continues to the glass case. The security guard pulls his gun, and tells the man to turn around slowly with his hands up. The man smashes the glass and removes the book. He puts it on the ground, and pulls out a dagger from his cloak. He starts casting a spell. He cuts his arm, and as the blood falls and pools on the ground it starts to boil. He uses magic to kill the guard and the curator’s assistant.
Ichabod is examining a lighting fixture. Looking at one of the light bulbs, he remarks that it looks just like a candle. Abbie rushes in, shouting his name. She appears worried. “Next time, a little context when you text me to meet at a strange address. What are we doing here?” “Exploring. A three-bedroom, two bath Craftsman – or so I’ve managed to decipher from this posting.” He pulls out the real estate section of the newspaper with homes circled. “You bring me house hunting?!”
The realtor comes in and introduces herself as Keeley. She invites them to look around, pointing out some of the decor. “Now, I know the bedrooms are a little bit cozy -” Abbie quietly explains that “cozy” is code for too small to live in – “and the back yard’s a bit… rustic.” Abbie again quietly explains that “rustic” means “you’ll need a landscaper.” Abbie asks the realtor, “how are the bathrooms?” The realtor smiles and says “They’re in their… original condition,” and Crane mutters “older than me.”
The realtor excuses herself and leaves the room. Abbie tells Crane that he’s figured out the real code, and he calls her attention to the fruit basket on the table. He picks up a banana and squeezes it. It squeaks like a dog’s squeaky toy. He comments, “one cannot even buy a home without being bombarded with modern-day hucksterism.” “We call it marketing.” Abbie notes that people even get degrees for it, and starts to explain that people generally get a better impression of something with marketing, just as the realtor comes back in with a basket of freshly baked mini-muffins. Ichabod helps himself to three of them with a grin.
As they leave the house, Abbie says that if he’s seriously thinking of buying a home, there are other issues to consider – credit rating, bank loans – “and an income,” adds Crane. He appreciates that Abbie has been generous in letting him use Sheriff Corbin’s cabin, but sooner or later he will need a place of his own – “preferably with granite countertops.”
When they get to Abbie’s car, she hands him a file folder and tells him about the auction house robbery. “Preliminary reports suggest that the blood boiled inside their bodies.” Abbie says that the security cam didn’t pick up a clear image of the killer, but Crane finds the picture of the journal in the file. He recognizes it as “The Grande Grimoire – a book of forbidden black magic.” Abbie asks about John Dee – “so Dee was on the dark side of the magical train tracks?” Crane explains that Dee was a scholar who wanted to understand the power of the dark forces, and keep it hidden away. Crane admits that magic is not his strong suit, and Abbie comments that there is another specialist in this department.
Katrina is playing with a flower, using magic to change its color and pull its petals off and put them back on again. Abbie and Crane approach her, and she comments that her magic has been getting stronger. “Two hundred years in purgatory haven’t completely sapped my skills…” She hands the flower to Crane, then levitates a small rock and sends it smashing against a tree. Abbie smiles. “That’s handy!” Katrina smiles back. Abbie shows Katrina the file and asks for her input. She also recognizes the Grand Grimoire. She and Ichabod exchange a few quiet words about their son.
Henry is in a motel room, watching TV, flipping channels. There is a knock on the door. “Yes?” “A woman with a cane opens the door, apologizing for taking so long to get back to him. “You said you had a problem?” Henry tells her that the hot water is out. She goes to the sink to check, and the water won’t turn on. She tells him that she will get someone to work on it right away. She offers to have a cleaning lady come in, but Henry refuses. She remarks that it isn’t often she gets long term guests, let alone guests who pay in cash up front. Still flipping channels on TV, Henry tells her that all he requires is his privacy. He stops flipping channels on a news story about the murders at the auction house.
The lady comments that it’s weird. “Ever see anything like it?” “Yes, I have,” responds Henry. “And if I could forget all about it, I would.” The lady empathizes with him. “Well, we all have things we’re trying to get past. We’re only human, right?” She leaves Henry to himself with a friendly smile.
Abbie meets Crane in the archives with the forensics report. The lab confirmed that there was blood at the scene that didn’t belong to either of the two victims. There was no match for the identity of the person the blood came from, but the blood contained a compound that is commonly known as “Jimson weed,” says Ichabod. “Witches call it moon flower.” He finds a drawing of it in one of the books on the table in front of him, and shows Abbie. “Practitioners ingest it before performing dangerous spells,” he explains. “It augments their power.”
Abbie nods, understanding. “It’s like doping in the magic world.” Crane doesn’t understand the comparison. Abbie explains. “Steroids. Substances that athletes use to make their bodies strong.” “Well, this sorcerer uses blood magic,” Crane says as he finds some illustrations to show Abbie. He explains that witches draw their magic from different sources. “Katrina draws hers from nature, others from fire… from the moon and the stars.. ” He goes on to describe blood magic as being one of the dark arts – destructive magic that taps into base evil. Meanwhile, the auction house robber is home with the stolen book and working another spell.
Back at the archive, Abbie gets a notification on her laptop. They look at the auction house security cam footage. Ichabod says that he thought Abbie said the footage proved inconclusive. She says that some kind of electrical surge wiped out most of it, but a few frames survived. She called in a favor from a friend at Quantico. “They’re experimenting with a new image enhancement algorithm.” She explains that the technique involves isolating pixels of reflective surfaces in the environment. “Does that make sense?” she asks Crane. “Yes… entirely… Well, maybe – save one detail.” He looks at her. “Pixels?” He nods. She points to the pixelated areas of the screen, showing him.
Katrina comes in with a book. Ichabod asks if she has made any progress. “Not yet,” she says as Abbie finds something in the footage. “Ah! Magic,” she says as she turns the laptop so they can watch. The image begins to clean up as pixels become more clear. Katrina recognizes the face in the image. “His name is Solomon Kent. He’s the warlock all witches fear… Moloch’s death must have freed him from purgatory…”
Kent is still casting his spell. He uses his dagger to cut himself on the chest, and wipes the blood from his hands across the pages of the Grimoire. As he chants his incantation, he draws magic out of the book. Katrina continues, “wherever Solomon Kent goes… terror and death are sure to follow.”
Abbie looks up Solomon Kent In a reference book. Annie reads a bit put loud about his birth date, and that he was a leader of the Massachusetts colony. “Salem,” says Katrina. “Salem? As in the Salem witch trials?” asks Abbie. Katrina says that he was first a minister of the church, and then one of the town leaders of Salem. He was well-loved by all.
Katrina explains that Kent’s family came to Massachusetts during the great Puritan migration. “Times were hard. The town was very close-knit. Everyone pulled together, no matter their background.”
(Flashback: Reverend Kent is talking with the community members outside the church. A woman approaches him, and asks if he will be at the prayer group. “Prayer group? Ahh.. yes, this drought must end. Until then, Mrs. van Tassle…” )
Abbie is thoughtful. “Van Tassle… The year is 1692. So this woman is your grandmother?” Katrina nods. “Helena van Tassle. She was one of the first of the Dutch to come to the new world. She settled in Salem because it was the home to a very strong coven – one led by Kent. My mother was only a young girl at the time, but she never forgot what happened in Salem, and she made sure I would never forget either.
Ichabod adds that Puritans believed magic was all around them. Katrina goes on to say that even though Kent’s coven sought to do good with it, they still had to hide their identity. Ichabod makes the point that people distrust that which they cannot understand. Abbie asks what happened.
“Kent lost his way. He became infatuated with a young woman named Sarah Osbourne.”
(Flashback: A young woman preparing food for a meal in a communal outdoor area. Her knife slips and she cuts her hand badly. Kent goes to her, saying something about workers being only as good as their tools, and that the blade is too dull for work or safety. He takes her hand, and puts a cloth over the wound. He heals her hand with magic. He tells her “it’s not so bad,” and smiles. She smiles back, saying she thought it was much worse, and thanks him. Kent leaves her, and she sees another man approaching. This is the man she loves.)
Katrina goes on with the story. “Kent thought his feelings were reciprocated. My grandmother knew this would end in heartbreak. But she did not know it would end in tragedy.”
(Flashback: Inside the church, Kent is sitting on a pew. Sarah Osbourne enters. “Reverend – you sent for me?” He gets up, and walks to her. “A worker is only as good as their tools.” He presents her with a knife, newly sharpened. She thanks him. He leans in to kiss her, but she withdraws. He tells her not to be frightened, he knows what’s in her heart – “the same as what’s in mine,” he says as he touches her face and tries to kiss her again. She resists him, and scratches his face. The knife has somehow ended up between them, and Sara is killed.)
Katrina continues her narrative. “This was a terrible accident, but Kent knew how it would look. In his fear and panic, Kent chose a desperate way out…”
(Kent chants an incantation in a foreign language as he uses the knife to cut his hand. He lets his blood fall on Sarah’s face. “Darkness and shadow, use this vessel to show the face of evil!” Some of the townfolk enter the church after hearing Sara’s screams. They are aghast at what they see. Kent makes a speech about fighting back the devil, and how they are beset by his servants. Sarah’s face has transformed into that of a demon. Kent loudly declares, “There are witches among us!” )
Katrina continues. “My grandmother tried to appeal to the good in Kent… to the man she thought she knew.”
(Helena van Tassle approaches Reverend Kent. “Helena.. It was an accident…” “Your lie has spread like the plague!” He fears that the townfolk will have his head. Helena entreats him to throw himself at their mercy, to trust in their kindness. “Do not force me to make this decision for you,” she warns.)
Katrina says, “Kent was too fearful for trust. So he turned on Helena… and was forever turned himself.”
(Using magic, Kent suspends Helena in mid-air. The townfolk come running. Helena is in the air, her face running with blood. Kent proclaims her a witch in front of the townfolk. Raising his bible, he tells the crowd “Let this enemy have no power over us!” Helena falls to the ground. Kent commands that she be seized. “Do not allow her to speak! This is but the beginning of a war!”)
As the flashback continues, Katrina provides more narrative. “Sentences were swift, and cruel.” Helena was gagged, and a hood pulled over her head. She and two other women were hanged for witchcraft. “The rest of Helena’s family, including my mother, fled from Salem that night – never to return.”
Abbie makes the statement that Solomon Kent was responsible for the Salem trials. Katrina points out that it was a time of paranoia and mass persecution. “It still haunts us,” Abbie remarks. :Every kid in America reads “The Crucible,” a play about Salem. It’s really about the mass hysteria over communism in the 1950’s.” Crane recites a quote – “‘Let us not be driven by fear into an age of unreason. Remember, we are not descended from fearful men.'” “Jefferson?” asks Abbie. “Edward R. Murrow. He was a journalist in the 1950’s who spoke out against these modern ‘witch trials.'” “You’ve been catching up on your country’s history?” asks Abbie.
Abbie says they need a plan to locate the Grimoire. Katrina suggest that if she could access the Grimoire’s last location, she may be able to track it’s mystical signature. Crane asks how Kent managed to survive the witch trials unscathed. Katrina says he survived, but not unscathed.
“The dark forces he cultivated allowed him to fend off retribution for a while, but eventually the coven’s surviving members combined their powers and hunted him down. They exiled him to Purgatory.”
The three of them go to the auction house. Katrina guesses that “entering our world, Kent must have cast a spell that drew the Grimoire to him.” Ichabod asks, “Why?” Katrina finds the broken case that had housed the Grimoire. She puts her hand into it through the broken glass. She gets a flash of Kent casting his spell. Kent turns a page, apparently looking for the rest of the spell, but he can’t find what he needs. He slams the book shut.
Abbie sees the look on Katrina’s face. “I take it you can’t locate the Grimoire?” “No – but I sensed something else. It’s not whole. John Dee bound the book with a spell, so that no one could access any part of it unless it was whole – to make sure that the magic within it could not spread widely. Whoever handled the book must have split up the pages.”
Abbie asks if it will work without the missing pages. Katrina says no. Crane comments that Kent cannot access his power yet. “We need to find the other half of that book before Kent,” says Abbie.
Abbie is exiting a building, talking on her cell phone. She is asking for shipping dates and schedules for deliveries to the auction house. She says that she wants to be kept informed of any new information. She stops and draws her weapon as she turns around. Captain Irving has been following her. “You’re losing your edge, Mills. Benn tailing you for fifty yards.” “Next time call first.” Irving said that after they left the precinct, he wasn’t sure she would take his calls. He tells her he wasn’t trying to sneak up on her.
He says that he doesn’t blame her for not trusting him, given the circumstances. “I went to Katrina. She has proven that my soul is clean.” He tells her that he wants them to start fresh – no grudges. He says he just wanted her to know, and starts walking back the way he came. Abbie calls him back. “It was 25 years, you were tucked up behind the buttress. A bear in heat would have made less noise.” He smiles. “Told you I wasn’t sneaking up on you,” he says as he goes on his way.
Henry has returned to his motel room from a run to the store. He notices that there’s a little wooden figure on the table next to the dollhouse that he carved out of wood. As he enters, he calls out. “Hello?” A young man pops his head up from under the sink. “Oh, hey! My name’s Ronnie. My mom sent me,” says the kid as he waves a pipe wrench. The guy stands up, and turns the water on. Henry sits down, apparently exhausted. He picks up the little figure from the table.
Ronnie tells him that he also shares the same hobby. He’s impressed with Henry’s work on the dollhouse. He says that if Henry needs any wood, he has some in his workshop. Henry asks what happened to his mother. “She got clipped by a drink driver. It was a tough time, but… she never complained. ” “She seems like a strong woman,” replies Henry. “She is,” says Ronnie with a smile. “Who needs a dad, right?” Henry smiles. “Indeed. Fathers are never what they’re cracked up to be.” Henry holds out the figure for Ronnie to take. Ronnie smiles and tells him to keep it – “Plenty more where that came from.”
In the archives, Abbie tells Crane that there’s an auction house delivery that night. Crane states that they need to get there before Kent does. They discuss Abbie’s encounter with Irving. Crane says, “Letting go of the past can be difficult.” The phrase brings a realization to Crane. “Kent has had four hundred years to think on his mistakes. What if he cannot let go of the past?” He reaches for a book, and shows Abbie. “There is a resurrection spell…” They realize that Kent may actually be trying to bring Sarah Osbourne back from the dead.
Abbie says that if the gates of the afterlife are opened, they are very hard to shut. Crane agrees, saying “If these gates are opened, Sara Osbourne’s soul won’t be the only one released. The world of the living will be quickly overwhelmed by the world of the dead.”
They arrive at the auction house warehouse that night. They discuss the situation as they search by flashlight. “So Katrina’s going to do her mystical radar thing?” asks Abbie. “Yes. If Kent or the Grimoire are near, her spidey – senses shall inform us.” “Hmmm… someone’s been catching up on some reading!” Abbie draws comparisons between Crane and Kent. “You’re both men out of time, unwilling to give up on the women you love…” Crane resents being compared to a murderous warlock.
The conversation turns existential. They talk about the possible paths their lives could have taken, and how Kent ended up where he is at. They find Kent searching the warehouse. They attempt to take him out, but get pushed through crates with a magical shove. Katrina shows up and uses her magic to attack Kent. “You are witch breed!”
They look at each other. Kent senses something. “Helena!” “No! But her blood runs through my veins. that is why I will stop you!” They go back and forth for a bit. “The darkness has turned you mad!” she exclaims. “It has given me powers that you couldn’t possibly fathom… or could you? Do I sense seeds of darkness within? Have you ever wondered why your powers betray you when you need them the most? You are walking the wrong path.”
Kent starts chanting a spell as Abbie and Crane position themselves to attack him. As they all watch, Kent cuts his hands and lets his blood run freely to the ground. Out of the pooling blood, two creatures arise. Crane fires a crossbow bolt but misses, sending the creatures into a frenzy. One attacks, and Abbie fires several shots at it, splattering it. They run as Kent sends the remaining demonic golem after them.
Kent finds the missing part of the book, and restores it. Abbie, Katrina and Crane regroup and form a plan – Katrina will stop Kent while Abby and Crane distract the demonic golem. Katrina finds Kent drawing magic out of the book. As he starts to draw more and more power from the book, Katrina pours a powder from a pouch into her hand. She blows on it, and it flies over Kent, disrupting his spell briefly.
Crane confronts the demon golem. “Curb thy stench, unholy minion.” It attacks him. Abbie shoots it, destroying it in a gush of blood. They run to assist Katrina. Kent is reaching through Katrina’s magic to draw more power from the book as Katrina is summoning her own power. Kent uses the book and its magic to block Katrina’s spell and the backlash knocks her off her feet. “You are a formidable witch. But you resist your full potential. Give in to the darkness. There, you will find your true self.”
So she does. But only for a moment, and she is in awe of – and tempted by – the power she finds. Kent looks at her. “There… now, you see.” He turns and walks out of the warehouse. Abbie and Crane find her. Abbie says, “Kat – he has the Grimoire.” “Yes… and it’s completed. Now that he has the book, I am no match for his magic… I cannot defeat him.”
Back at the cabin now, they try to figure out where Kent would go. Crane asks if there’s anything else that Kent needs to finish the resurrection spell. “Literature unclear,’ responds Abbie. Abbie asks if Katrina can still sense the Grimoire. Katrina appears distracted, or hiding something. Crane calls her name. She looks at them. “No. The battle has taken its toll. It may be some time before I can recover.” Abbie leaves to go see what she can find from other sources.
Crane approaches Katrina. “You seem shaken.” She turns to face him. “Magic is no ordinary weapon.” She tells her husband that there are dimensions to her magic that she has not explored. “I will find Kent, says Crane. “And when I do, there is no magic in the world that can protect him.”
Abbie meets up with Irving at a bar. They chat for a moment, then Abbie asks “Do you remember what it was like when you came back?” He says he doesn’t remember, and asks her why she wants to know. “We may be dealing with an undead problem.” He says if it’s mystical portals she’s looking for, Katrina is who she should be looking for. Abbie tells Irving that Katrina is out of commission for a while.
“So you’re a man down, morale is low, and you’re outgunned. Want my advice? Keep fighting!Never stop…” He gives her a pep talk. Abbie says the afterlife suits him. :You’re more…” “Jacked up?” says Irving with a laugh. “I was gonna say alive, but we can go with your version…”
Henry is in his second-floor motel room. He hears an altercation happening outside, and he hears Ronnie’s voice. Henry steps out onto the balcony to see what’s going on. Ronnie is being hassled by three other guys. One of them shoves him into the parking lot. His mother comes up, and tells the guy she wants them out now or she’ll call the cops. The guy tells her they’ll be out in a day or two. “Comprendo?” he says, menacingly. Ronnie and his mom walk away. The guy notices Henry watching them. “Hey! Enjoy the show? Wye don’t you come down for a better view!” Henry goes back into his room.
Back at t he cabin, Crane is sitting on the sofa. Abbie walks in, and asks how Katrina is doing. They discuss how to defeat Kent without Katrina’s magic. Abbie reminds him that “before Katrina was here, we took down all kinds of supernatural threats – without magic.” Abbie tells him that she’s scanned all the 911 calls in the past few hours. “There are no reports of zombies walking the streets. Either he hasn’t cast the resurrection spell yet, or we’re wrong about what he’s doing.”
Crane remembers something. “When Katrina faced off against Kent, he uttered a most interesting phrase.” He says, “it translates as ‘I am the traveler.'” Abbie recognizes the significance. She brings out a book from her bag. Crane recognizes it as Grace’s journal. “Grace catalogued all magic known to her world, ” says Abbie as she flips pages, finally finding what she wanted.
She says that Grace wrote about a traveler spell – an ancient, powerful spell that allows the user to jump into the past. Crane realizes that Kent is not trying to resurrect Sarah, he is trying to go back to her. Abbie draws the same conclusion. “If Kent goes into the past and changes history, it could alter our lives… our families, everything we know… would be changed forever.”
As Crane and Abbie gear up to meet Kent, they discuss the circumstances that he needs to draw all his magical strength. Crane notes that Katrina said her powers were heightened when a specific set of circumstances were in play. He tells Abbie, “as useful as your weapons may be, they are still no match for Kent’s magic.”
“Then we’ll have to make our own magic,” says Irving from the doorway. Crane looks at Abbie questioningly. She says she asked him to come. “With Jenny off chasing whatever mystical artifact she’s after, we’re short-handed.”
Crane tells Irving about Kent’s magic – “Which he enhances through the use of Jimson weed.” Irving asks, “some kind of magical steroids?” “That’s what I said,” quips Abbie. She asks Irving if he still has friends in the forensics lab, because they may need the help pf some chemists. Crane notes that Katrina draws her magic from nature – water, fire, lightning. Abbie starts making a list – “a generator, some fire hoses… ” She tells them it’ll take some time to get it together so while they figure that out, she’s going to get ready to face Kent. Crane objects, and says he will go after Kent. “You asked me before about my commitment to the cause -” Abbie tells him that he doesn’t need to prove anything to her. He says he will prove it to Kent.
In the woods, Kent is starting to cast the traveler’s spell. He conjures a portal, through which he can see the Salem of his own time – and Sarah Osbourne, smiling. A flash grenade goes off at his feet, disrupting the spell. Crane stands before him. “You do not belong here!” As Kent raises a hand, Crane shoots a bolt from his crossbow, and dodges out of the way of Kent’s lightning. Kent looks around for Crane. “Tricks! Tricks will not protect you. I’ve defeated your spellcaster. She understands my power!” “Power that can be turned against you!” Crane answers. As Kent gathers his magic, Irving fires off a dart. It hits Kent in the neck just as he conjures a lightning ball.
Crane steps into view. “Atropine. Found in Jimson weed, which you use to boost your powers.” Kent starts to get double vision. “In high doses, it causes hallucinations and seizures – something we know through modern chemistry.” As Kent absently steps into a puddle of water, Crane points out that his magic is vulnerable to elemental energy, such as lightning. “In the 21st century, we make our own lightning.”
Abby fires up the generator, and the electric current flows through the cables hidden beneath the leaves, into the puddle. Kent gets a huge jolt and falls to the ground. Crane proceeds to beat the hell out of Kent. “The spellcaster of whom you speak -” (kick to the gut) Her name is Katrina van Tassle!'(punch to the face) You brought harm to her family! (another punch to the face) You brought harm to her – (another punch to the head) and to me! (triple punch to the face)”
Abbie interrupts, calling for Crane to stand down. She has to pull Crane away from an unconscious, bloodied Kent. She yells for Irving, but he doesn’t answer right away. They go looking for him. Irving has circled back through the woods, behind Abbie and Crane – back to where Kent is laying. Irving picks up the book, and breaks Kent’s neck. The warlock turns to dust and blows away.
Irving puts his coat on as Abbie calls for him in the distance. Hiding the book in the waistband of his jeans, behind his back under the coat, he calls to Abbie. She and Crane find him, and he tells then that Kent’s gone. “Disintegrated.” Crane asks about the Grimoire. “No trace,” Irving replies, lying. They trust him. “This was a good win, says Irving, grinning.” Abby looks at the two men. “Damn right it was, she says as they walk away through the woods.
Back at the cabin, Abbie suggests Crane put some ice on his hand. “Oh, I’ll be fine,” he says. She shots him a look. “Oh, very well, he says as he opens the fridge and pulls out a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. Abbie tells him that she’s impressed with his skills. “Remind me never to lay a hand on Katrina,” she says. “It was about more than protecting my wife. Something in Kent’s story struck a nerve. That a person could so easily betray those who trust and rely on him most… and after you said I reminded you of him… It made me realize we are, all of us, walking a razor’s edge between darkness and light.”
Abbie says that they’ve earned a couple of beers. She invites him to bring Katrina. He seems to perk up at the word “beer,” and says that Katrina is resting and asked not to be disturbed. He stuffs the bag of peas back in the freezer. “The… epithets I hurled at Kent during battle – that was good… good trash talk.” “Not bad,” Abbie says with a shrug. “For some real practice, we’re gonna have to take you to a hockey game.” “Hockey?” he asks as they leave.
Katrina comes out of the bedroom after they leave. She summons her own magic to levitate a flower. Then she draws from a deeper, darker well and the flower explodes. She gets a rush, and her nose starts to bleed.
At the motel where Henry is staying, the guys who caused trouble for Ronnie are sitting out in front of their room on the first level of the motel. Henry approaches them with a cheery “Good morning, gentlemen… I know you’re all very busy destroying your lives, day after wretched day…” They just look at him, and one of them asks what he wants. “I, too have been destroying my life for weeks.. hidden away… not sure who I am, or what I’m to do. You see, I killed my father and since that time, all I could feel was crushing regret. But then, I saw you threatening the woman and her son.”
The guy who had been pushing Ronnie around steps up. “Is that what this is about? No need to get all papa bear about it.” “Oh no – you’ve got it wrong. I will admit that for a moment, I was drawn to what Mary and Ronnie represent – simple lives, simple needs… Humanity… But then you reminded me of something.”
Henry steps closer to the guy. “There is a natural order of things in this world. There will always be sheep, and wolves. And I…. I am a wolf.” The guys start to laugh as Henry raises his open hand. Henry uses his magic to beat them up and knock them out one by one as they try to attack him. Whistling, he goes on his way.
Henry ends up in the woods. Irving steps into the clearing. Henry greets him with an outstretched hand. “Captain Irving! Good to see you,” he says as the men shake hands like old friends. “Didn’t expect to be here again – where it all came to an end,” says Irving. “You’ve been busy, I take it?” asks Henry.
“The Witnesses trust me again. They’re so desperate to believe in people,” Irving says as he hands over the Grimoire to Henry. He asks if Henry is going to use it to fulfill Moloch’s vision. Henry says, “Moloch is dead. And so are his plans. I am no longer the Horseman of War. no longer will I be defined by anyone else. Destiny bends to my will. you were wrong, Captain Irving… When you said this is where it ended. This is where it begins.”
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