Tye once again awoke confused. He saw Olivia holding his father, and Gerald staring off in the distance. Olivia noticing the confused Tye spoke calmly, "huh, I've never known a man who could resist my power. It doesn't matter, your father's still about to die." Olivia shot her hand into Terry's neck and pulled out his throat, and threw his lifeless body almost twenty feet away with ease. She looked back at Tye expecting to see terror all over his face; however, all that she saw was a vacant stare. Tye was so overwhelmed that nothing was registering.
"Are you broken or something?" she asked confused but was not even acknowledged. Olivia stomped over to Tye and lifted him by his shirt, "Do you truly wish to die?"
Tye only reacted by moving his distant stare back toward the rising horizon. "If you truly have such a death wish I guess I should just grant you a fate worse than death." Olivia then opened her mouth revealing a pair of canines too large and sharp to be owned by a human being. Even after seeing this Tye was unfazed.
Angered past all limits Olivia drove her teeth into Tye's neck. At the sudden jolt of pain Tye remembered what the woman had said and repeated those very words. "Veralive!" He started, "you are... released."
When these words were spoken a burst of air flew out of Tye pushing Olivia away onto the ground. Olivia bewildered tried to get up but only managed to stumble and fall back in the dirt. However quite the opposite was happening to Tye, he was growing calmer. He looked at his hands imagining the new power he felt flowing through his body. He started to notice the enhancement of his senses.
He could see each grain of dirt on the ground, he could smell the horse droppings in the stable at least fifty yards away, and while this did not exactly please him he still found it extraordinary. After thinking about the power flowing through him. He regained his thoughts, realizing that this power was not his. It was the power of the fountain woman. It was the power of Veralive. Tye had now remembered who Veralive was. He remembered reading about her in a book that explained the old gods of Talling.
Tye remembered that Veralive was the goddess who created the demons that now resided in the forest. She was called "The Mother of Evil", and Tye had been chosen to be her vessel.
As Tye examined himself Olivia cautiously got up on her feet. "It can't be," she stated, "it's not possible. The great mother was supposedly killed by the other gods, you can't… she can't possibly be…"
"What. Alive you mean," Tye said except it wasn't him saying it and it wasn't his voice. It was the distorted voice of a woman. The voice began to speak again, "Well, the keyword in your assumption was supposedly."
Then Tye's body began to move towards Olivia. Tye tried to stand still, but the situation was out of his control, he couldn't even speak in objection. With a grim smile Tye, or more accurately Veralive, picked up Olivia by the neck with little effort.
Veralive pulled Tye's hand back and closed the gaps between his fingers making a spearhead out of the hand. Tye could only watch helplessly as the arm launched towards Olivia's chest.