Salia and the Hellhounds. “Mother, I feel quite confident in the art of killing and know well about war, terrible though both may be.” Salina’s mind flashed back but a few hours to when she had slain four, nay five Hell Hounds. It was a feat that was unheard of, a feat that took all of her Stradler training and concentration. “I feel that any gifts you may have would be better suited to one of the others.” “Hmm,” Siberlee responded, although it was not to the girl’s answer but to what Salina had been thinking. “And what of the sixth?” she asked the Princess. Instantly Salina’s mind transported her back to the scene of that very morning. She could see herself; she had just finished off the last two Hell Hounds and had dropped to the ground in exhaustion. Alicia, Vanessa’s new adopted kitten was wandering toward her, quietly mewing for attention. Salina watched as the cat suddenly stopped, hissed, turned tail and ran from her. In her reverie Salina saw herself chuckle at the cat and then a voice “Behind You!” Then she saw it. The sixth Hell Hound, the leader, already in mid-air, pouncing toward Salina http://www.mernac.com/modules/mernac/story.php?id=50