Race to Tar'oth, lighten the load some.

There was no way that they could successfully get to Tar'oth with so much weight on their shoulders.

While the idea did not seem promising, they had to drop the girls off and hope that their immature demonic thoughts guided them to Tar'oth.

Aaralon still held Maaya on his shoulder and charged to sanctuary. Jessica was still able to convince passer-bys so she stayed behind and fixed up the girls. Neatly arranging their school uniforms and fixing their hair. Seeing that they would still be human enough to pass inspection, Jessica walked off as inconspicuously as she could, which was hard since her skin started to darken to a deep red, before the redness in her skin could have been confused with sun burn, but now it was becoming much more.

The bell rang. She counted fifteen times. Students raced out of their class rooms and the halls were flooded. Jessica had left her "children" in an abandoned class room, she prayed they would awaken and follow their innate orders. She knew they were defenseless in their current state.

As she walked she noticed that Aaralon had left deep imprints in the stone portions of the floor wherever he walked. This could pose a serious threat to their cover. Anyone could follow the prints to their hide out. As Jessica stared down at the floor, she didn't notice that a man was coming at her in a jogging pace.

She bumped into him, and looked up at the man.

An arch-mage... he wore long blue robes and his white mane fell to his chest. His bald head was dotted with spots. He glared at her with suspicion and anger.

"Excuse me, but I'm in a hurry.... there's an emergency in 107... you wouldn't have happened to have been there?"

Jessica was a terrible liar.

"Yes, I was there earlier today," she said confidently.

"Well good then," the man smiled.

"You can show me the way, my memory has been failing me recently,"

The man stared at her pinking flesh with curiosity, he thought he felt a strange aura about her.