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[Adara Smythe]

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"No I dont WANNA!"

Those words kept ringing in Adara's mind. She told her daddy she didn't want those shots. But did he listend to her..Nooooo. Now she was stuck in her room again, sick. Her listless eyes would gaze upon the birds and other animals that played about. The bright sun, that she loved to bask in was hurting her eyes. The thick stale breeze that would escape through the window, only made her fevers seem worse, as it made it harder for her to breath. She sighs slowly moving from the window. It pained her that she couldn't go outside. All because of those stupid shots.

"Daddy why do I have to get them?"

Adara would ask each time.

"Because they will help you grow up big and strong."

He would say, she would grumble.

"But I don't want to grow up right now!"

She would retort. Frown still formed along her little lips.

"Adara, your brother doesn't mind getting them. Why can't you just go and do it without this hassel each time?"

She could hear the frustration in his tone.

"That's cause Varrius is retarded."

She would then feel the gaze of her father looking down upon her.

"Adara"

Her name alone with that tone, she knew she best be quiet or no more riding her horse for another month. She hated the shots. Each time she got one, it seemed she got sicker. After each shot, later those nights she could hear her parents discuss about those shots. Her mother would come in placing the cool wet cloths along her forehead. Boy did they feel good. She often dreamed that they would be chocolate milked soaked so she could drink the little droplets from it. She would see her father peek in on her through the doorway. The look in his eyes, there were times they looked like her mothers. Almost sad as if he hated seeing her so sick. She would offer him a smile as she closed her eyes hoping by the morning she would be well enough to play with the animals. Each time, though the sickness seemed to cling to her like her clothing did on the hot days. She couldn't understand why this such a wonderful big deal. The shots sucked and she hated them with a passion. Her little body didn't seem as accepting of the solution used in them as the others seem to. It didn't seem to bother her, too much. After all, there were times her parents would baby her and give her lots of attention. She just wished her mommy didn't look so sad each time she looked upon her. Well maybe tomorrow she can go out to play, til then she would let th sandman take her to the best place in the world at this time, her dreams.
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Nature is but a cycle in which we all live and die by.

[NightShade]

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Wisteria crept out of the house, and headed thru the balmy night. She had stationed icefire at the entrance to the abode to allow only her family within it. Adara was ill but she would take no chances, she had heard that Jonathan Strathmore had been up to his games again. Shadows feet lightly sprung against the soft grass bringing her closer to her destination.

For weeks she had watched now as Adara suffered, and she was sure it was the shots. She was loosing control of her daughters life, and the druid must be protected. It was one of the reasons she had returned to guard her child.

So she had kissed her daughters forehead which burnt with fever and laid a cloth upon it and hurried from their home. Toren was away with the Cabal this eve a brief note explaining he had a mission to attend to. So she headed out the door, to begin her search for the Earth Warden, unbeknownst to Adara, her Godfather. She closed her eyes concentrating hard calling out to Tavish and slowly her body went ethereal, Shadow lifting his head in confusion as he felt the weight of her dissipate. She was gone and Shadow bewildered turned and headed back towards where icefire waited.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Toren Smythe]

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The days counted off slowly lately, every instant dragging on in the fear of life or death. Peaking constantly into the young girls room dreading the shock which may befall, praying endlessly to the Xornite that all will stay fair.

Toren's own health was following his daughter's, the worry and sleepless weeks. Something had to be done, it was apparent, though he knew not what exactly. Jonathan, he thought, may have a hand in the illness, and on the other hand, it could simply be the shots. Either way he took Wisty and they made their way to the Research Facility.

Dragothien awaited their arrival as they expected, but as always seemed to not remember they were actually comming.

So commenced the plea for something to ease their child of sickness, something to cure her of her plight. Drago seemed to be interested in this, as he was in anything to display his skills as a superior alchemist and all around perfect person.

A date was set in the not so distant future; he would come and examine her, and, with any hope at all, and the blessing of the Xornite, bring her back to her precocious self.
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[Zendella Smythe]

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Wisty sat on the edge of her daughters bed. A cool cloth on her burning forehead. The door to the room was cracked slightly open and Torens eyes closed in pain as he heard his wife speak.

Ianthe, my sweet purple flower, come back to us. She rarely used Adara's middle name and her voice choked with emotion.

Pulling herself together she began to sing to her daughter, hoping her song would reach her daughters dreams.

Blessing be upon the purple flower
The sun will carress thy petals
The rain will cleanse her fears

Your mother watches over you and
calls on druid power.
To protect, to prolong, the harshness of death

The wind carries my song, Fire gives thee warmth, water cleanses your soul and earth renews your spirit...

Softly the mother hunched over her daughter, laying her head against the sheets tears running down her cheeks as she could sing no more overcome with worry for her daughter.

She would do anything.... anything...

[Adara Smythe]

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Adara was frollicking through the talls grass. The gentl breeze that carried along with the warmth of the sun made it a perfect day. The day filled with bashful playful pixies and curious creatures. Suddenly in the middle of a game of hide and seek, Adara stopped in her tracks. There was a voice that sounded so distant, yet it held her attention unlike anything. Soon the voice seemed to come from everywhere, encompassing her in a warm yet sadden embrace. The voice, it was her mother. She was singing with a sadden note. It then dawned on Adara, this wasn't real. She was lost yet again in her dreams. A sigh of disappointment slipped through her lips. Whether it was because she felt the need to be pulled from her marvlous dream to soothe her mother, or the fact this wasn't reality. She closes her eyes and can feel herself slowly slipping away from her dream. When she opens her eyes, she sees her mother crying against the sheets on her bed. She looked up to see her father standing in his hidey hole at the door.

"Hello daddy."

Her voice weaker than the day before, but still held a smile within its tone. Her hand moving to softly caress her mother's hair.

"I'mma getting better mommy."

She says with confidence as she continues to caress Wistys hair. She looked to see if her father would be coming to her bed or if he was going to remain in the shadows of her doorway.

"Daddy tell mommy I am gonna be alright. She knows you wouldn't lie to her."

She offered a smile, that even in its weaken manner still held the warmth of the little girls heart. Suddenly the smile disappeared and a frown come fourth to its place. A realization of what the day was.

"Daddy, do I hafta get the shots today? Can I wait abit?"

She didn't want the shots, she was tired but would go should her father wish it.
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Nature is but a cycle in which we all live and die by.

[Zendella Smythe]

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Wisty raised her head.

Anger swelled inside her as she stared at her daughter. Better! better! this was worse she was weaker by the day.

Her hair flamed, her eyes flashed, she was angrier than she had ever felt before in her life.

Raging out of control Wisteria ran out of the house the rain pouring down and causing her to quickly become bedraggled by the rushing water.

What good was she if she could not even save her child. She fell to her knees as the the heavens rained down upon her.

A loud wail of anguish coming over her rocketing between the trees. The storm picked up in tempest and her red hair grew white, Dark clouds raged about the little cottage as Wisteria arms shot out at her sides.

The earth quaked as words rang from her lips Uus Corp...

The ground opened and corpses rose from the ground their boney arms clawing the dirt away from their skeletal bodies. She continued to whisper as the dark magic overtook her and the skeletons headed for her to claim her and drag her back down below the ground with them.

With a shout Toren was upon them hacking at the skeletons and dragging the a very unhelpful Wisteria back into the house. Wisty! he yelled, this isnt helping!

All he got in return was a small sob and her eyes fluttered away from him refusing to look at him. If I cant save her what good am I. His hand rang out against her cheek. Her eyes widened in surprise. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you almost killed yourself, now get back in there with your daughter, she needs you. His voice broke. I need you...