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[NightShade]

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She had barely closed her eyes, exhuastion overtaking her when her body rose once more from its slumber. She was almost dream walking. Every day she was drawn once more to this location near Castle Blackrock, her green hair tousled around her, and clad only in her robe and sleeping garments.

There were slaves, many of them they lifted heavy rock, all of them, their eyes white, no will of their own. She watched and she demanded. Some of them fell dead from constant labor, no food or water given. She would animate their corpses forcing them even in death to carry their burden. Even Nightshade herself was not herself, the will of Xorinia commanding its completion. She saw in her mind how it was to look, she conveyed to the slaves, plans drawn up that she herself could never have normally done.

So they worked, morning, night, always. Nightshade there in her dreaming hours, her body taking a toll from lack of rest. She had not eaten in days and Myrddins arm began to burn for unknown reasons. The black mark fading even when she was near. She was a woman possessed. She could not deny the will of the Wisps, the temple would see completion.

Finally the day arrived when the last stone was put into place, and Nightshade stood at the top of the temple, weak with hunger, but standing still. Mimus encircled her head as she peered down at the slaves, released from their mind enslavement, their hearts light as they cheered, they lived they were done they were free.

Her hand rose up and Ether forced itself from her palm, a channel from the wisps opened, it spread out in waves destroying the trees, slaves, animals all within the vicinity of the temple. Red Lava sprung up around it, the slaves bones floating atop it as a constant reminder of their sacrafice. Nightshade lay crumpled at the top of the tower her energy spent. Her work completed.

Mimus flew to the closest place, searching for Cear but he was not near, he then found Toren already leaving his home in haste, he had felt the surge of Ether, he had known right away. Find Myrddin, Mimus...

Toren found her atop her creation her body limp, the vampires energies spent. She had slipped into torpor and he lifted her grimly unsure what to do with the fallen Nightshade.


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