She needed reinforcements, and while Charles grudgingly helped her when she asked, she needed a new recruit. ‘Katherine,’ she said, looping her a...m through the other girl’s and walking her out toward the garden, ‘There is something that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.’ ‘Oh?’ Katherine said, eager for the subject change Cynara was bringing on. ‘It’s about you’re brother,’ she started. ‘Which one?’ ‘Finley.’ Katherine narrowed her eyes at the name, their recent fight fresh in her. "Yes, boss." We all replied in unison. We all got up and headed off to the other side of the small structures. The other team were still out on the pitch celebrating their win. We found the door open to their dressing room so headed inside.Their dressing room looked amazing, so clean and bright white. We saw a large note stuck to the wall.It read: "To the losers: kneel down on the marks on the floor."We looked to the floor and sure enough, about a foot infront of the long white tiled bench were. Maybe she liked it, who knows.She is now 5'5, petite figure, dark brown hair, and a very cute face. Her breasts have reached a B-Cup which complements her body shape very nicely. She doesn't wish for more as all her classmates who have bigger breasts keep complaining about their back pains and their difficulties when running during PE hours.Today she invited her friend Amber to our home: a very pretty redhead, about 5'9, with some freckles and the same age as my sister.As soon as we started. “Will she – will she die?” I recognized her voice despite the trembling and sobbing. Her name was Helen. She had arrived two weeks ago, right after turning seventeen, as was the custom. She knew nothing yet of the dark forces, of the depravity and sin they threatened the Goddess’ creation with. “I will not lie.” The Great Mother’s voice grew quiet and sad. “We cannot say. What we do know,” she said, her head tilting up, fixing a spot above our heads and far away, “that depravity, sin and.