Welcome to Legends of Aventress. I'm Nikki Scarlett and you're listening to Edge of Midnight.

Here is what happened last time.

Tomorrow night at the witching hour, the night of sin, and then rebirth.

You have ania.

Me neither do you.

As Hugo slams down directly in front of you.

We are not an illusion, we are here, we are your friends, please, please.

Yes, I am here.

You have to stop him if it isn't the heroes of Cyril.

And lying in front of it, tied up and wiggling and crying,

is the form of Anya.

And then you watch as the eyes shift to brow and the skin below her eyes begins to sag and

her body begins to elongate as she lets out a loud cackle.

You're so stupid, you're grim.

I'm going to follow this little girl.

I'm going to give her her storybook back.

I'm going to protect her from all the evils in this land.

All the while giving me the tools, I know.

Thank you for saving me. Your mother midnight. Well, this is it.

That classic moment of every story where a terrible betrayal is revealed.

But I suppose we all should have seen this coming a mile away.

After all, it was mighty convenient for one little girl to be so close to the action,

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