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Elena did and gasped. For just an instant her body was completely unmoored. She and<br />
Stefan automatically wound their arms around each other. And then Elena realized what they were<br />
seeing, both above and below.<br />
“It’s water,” she said, staring at the pool spread out before them. “One of those<br />
freshwater seas Sage told us about. And not a ripple on it. Not a breath of wind.”<br />
“But it does look as if we’re on that smallest moon,” Stefan said mildly, his eyes<br />
deceptively innocent as he looked at Damon.<br />
“Yes, well, then there’s something exceedingly heavy at the core of this moonlet, to<br />
allow for eight-tenths the gravity we normally experience, and to hang on to so much atmosphere—but<br />
who cares about logic? This is a world we reached through the Nether World. Why should logic<br />
apply?” He looked at Elena with slightly narrowed, hooded eyes.<br />
“Where is the third one? <strong>The</strong> grave one?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> voice came from behind them—Elena thought. She was—they all were—turning<br />
from looking at brilliant light into half-darkness. Everything shimmered and danced before her eyes.<br />
“Grave Meredith; laughing Bonnie;<br />
And Elena with golden hair.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y whisper and then are silent…<br />
<strong>The</strong>y plot and I no longer care…<br />
But I must have Elena,<br />
Elena with the Golden Hair…”<br />
“Well, you’re not going to have me!” cried Elena. “And that poem is a complete<br />
misquote, anyway. I remember it from freshman English class. And you’re crazy!” Even through her<br />
anger and fear she wondered about Fell’s Church. If Shinichi was here, could he bring about the Last<br />
<strong>Midnight</strong> there? Or could Misao simply set it off with a languid wave?<br />
“But I will have you, golden Elena,” the kitsune said.<br />
Both Stefan and Damon had knives out. “That’s just where you’re wrong, Shinichi,”<br />
Stefan said. “You will never, ever touch Elena again.”<br />
“I have to try. You’ve taken everything else.”<br />
Elena’s heart was pounding now. If he’ll talk sense to any of us, he’ll talk to me, she<br />
thought. “Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the Last <strong>Midnight</strong>, Shinichi?” she asked in a friendly tone,<br />
inwardly trembling in case he should say, “It’s already over.”<br />
“She doesn’t need me. She wouldn’t protect Misao. Why should I help Her?”<br />
For a moment Elena couldn’t speak. She? She? Other than Misao, what other She was<br />
involved in this?<br />
Damon had a crossbow out now, with a quarrel loaded in it. But Shinichi just went<br />
rambling on.<br />
“Misao couldn’t move anymore. She had put all her Power into her star ball, you see.<br />
She never laughed or sang any longer—never made up any plots with me. She just…sat.