Toombie

TSONM 02/16 A myth, a legend. The tale relates that the dark families were making another round of weapons, the same ones they made in the 1700s. They take small orphaned children, usually babies, and they insert a ball of dark magic into their souls. It’s small but powerful, and the light magic around it keeps it from spreading. It works as a beacon of sorts. When they turn it on, the being becomes a dark-magic zombie. They aren’t themselves anymore. They do whatever they have been programmed to do.” Xander flipped over Jack's hand. In his palm was a dark blotch like a smear of ash. Xander tapped his wand against it and watched as it changed shape, the mark of the dark families revealed. Jack looked up at them and shook his head, not believing what he was seeing. He tried to rub it off, but it was a stain from the spell that had been performed. It wouldn’t go away until the dark magic inside him was gone.

Jack, the boy who had called in the dark magic, was one of these. He had never met any dark wizards before. He denied ever meeting any. He was an orphan, sent to an orphanage in Kentucky, who had met a lot of people before he was adopted, but no wizards that he knew of. Mara tested him with a truth spell, "Lies Be Shown", and found he was indeed telling the truth.

“We have to quarantine him to keep him safe for now. And to keep the others safe. But if he is a weapon, then all the orphans here at the school have automatically become unknowing suspects.”“That’s true. As well as anyone who has been in the sights of the dark families all their lives. This can happen in the blink of an eye.”