"They come." Mara whispered, her eyes flying open. They had held off the Dark One, for now. Annette and Curiouso had struck a mighty blow, but the fight was not yet over. Mara could still see the twisted sky, lightning breaking across the dark, the stars spun in mad spirals. The clouds flashed white in the deadly storm, signalling Mara that the evil which threatened her land was not yet defeated.
Mara stood, straightening her red and gold wrapped skirt. She would go to greet the new arrivals; the others would soon follow.