Blackfeather Woods the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

There was a dark man who came to them then, and her eyes held him as he spoke of self-harm.

Self-harm?

"This will not harm me. This will help me."

Shego wondered if he understood how she meant; but, perhaps not. Many were unfamiliar with their magics. Her sister was there, suddenly, placing the tiny skull of the corvidae down.

"Imagine what these eyes have seen," she breathes, and tilts her forearm over it so her blood would fall onto it in slow, drawn out drips. One drop, two drop, three drop, four; the chaos theory sent these drops in opposite directions. "We have the skies on our side now."

She looked to the male, then to her sister. "...I sense... dark times ahead." It was an eerie feeling that crawled up her spine. "Do you feel it, sister?"