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[Ranna ab'Arawn]

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He knew very well where it lay. The tentacle. His tentacle. The lab of that woman who ruled Umbra. If He wanted it back, He would have taken it by now.

But, the tentacle wanted something.

Closing His eyes, He communed with it.

What is it you seek, young one? What is it you want?

The answer came to him faintly, for it was hungry.

The girl.. the girl...

What girl? Which one do you want?

Haydn... Haydn.. Haydn.. Haydn...

Khal looked across the city as the words of the tentacle echoed in His mind. The tentacle had bonded, finally, the moment had come.. but it was wrong. All wrong. Because it was supposed to have bonded to Him. To work for Him, not some pathetic child. He had been away too long, this should never have been allowed to happen.

He screamed His anger into the star-filled evernight that was this miserable place. Seething, He looked once more upon the dark city.

I am The One... not some mewling child.

He flexed His hand open and shut.

I must have that girl...

[Haydn ab'Arawn]

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First you put the oil on the cloth, so you don't over saturate the wood.

Haydn poured a small amount of oil into the cloth, as her father had shown her to do. She folded it up to absorb and spread the fluid more evenly.

Next you wipe the cloth along the wood of the bow, like this.

She dragged the cloth over the long stretches of the bow, dabbing the crannies and swathing the arches, distributing the oil to the wood. This would keep her bow from drying out and snapping. This would weather proof it and protect it.

Now you take this cloth, here, and wipe off the excess oil.

She took another cloth and began to softly wipe the wood in the same direction in which she'd spread the oil on. The extra oil darkened the cloth and her bow seemed to glow as if were new. Smiling at her handiwork, she began to restring the bow.

"You are in danger."

Haydn started at the sound of the voice. She turned about to see who had broken the peaceful silence.

A woman clad in all white, she wore a white robe, white boots, she even had white hair. All was white but for her eyes, which shone a pure blue. Haydn was sure she'd seen those eyes before. The familiarity they aroused tugged at her mind's edges, she knew those eyes. Slowly, Haydn stood to put herself on an even level with the woman in white, who seemed to be glowing from some light behind her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You are in danger, Haydn."

"How do you know my name?"

The woman shook her head, her white hair seemed to blow from some otherworldly wind. Haydn took a step toward her, she felt the need to be closer to the white lady.

"I know much about you, Haydn. You come from a long line of druid priestesses. You have potential within you, if you choose the right path, to be a druid priestess yourself."

At these words, another woman appeared beside the lady in white. This second woman was clad in royal blue robes. She had warm brown hair, and she seemed to glow, as well. She spoke with a melodious voice, that caused Haydn's skin to feel warm.

"Haydn ab'Arawn, there is danger seeking you. Heed our warning," said the woman in blue.

As Haydn stood between the two women, she felt at peace, despite the ominous message the women brought her. Something seemed to radiate from them. Now that she stood this close, she could tell that it was not a distant light that gave them their glow, it seemed to come from the women, themselves.

The wind began to pick up, causing the woman in blue to give a worried glance to the woman in white. At the lady in white's nod, the woman in blue shimmered momentarily, before vanishing altogether. Haydn took another step forward, the wind blowing her spiky hair, wildly. The lady spoke.

"Haydn, you are child no longer. There is something coming for you, something dark. I cannot see more beyond that. Only know that it means you no good."

The woman in white was the most beautiful creature Haydn had ever beheld. She knew the urge to plunge herself into the woman's embrace, to know the peace this being exuded. But, as she moved forward to touch the lady, her hand moved through the woman's form. Haydn looked into those heavenly blue eyes.

"I am a spirit, now. I can not help you much beyond the warning I bring to thee. I cannot leave you completely helpless, though. I will give you a small gift, in hope that it will assist you. You seem to bear no affinity to plants, but your kinship with animals is strong."

The woman lifted her hand to almost touch Haydn's forehead. As Haydn watched, the woman closed her eyes and spoke brief words that Haydn had never learned. When the hand was lowered, the lady opened her eyes and gazed at Haydn.

"You have an innocent part of you, like a creature of the woods, like a wylde. I shall do this, though kitsune, I shall grant thee, in addition to your shapeshifting, the ability to turn into other animals. I hope this proves useful to you. I do not want you to be harmed by the darkness that lies ahead. It is all that I have to offer you."

Haydn looked into those radiant blue eyes.

"Why are you helping me? Why give me this gift? Who are you?" she asked.

The woman simply smiled as she began to dissipate into nothing.

"I am your mother..."

And then, she was gone.

[Genevieve Ildaw]

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Mired in her tiny cottaged, she sat her hands folded tightly staring down at the journal again. She knew she had become obssessed. Yet she couldnt stop, she kept having visions of it and she had to find it.

She had been warned by so many, Trinity this is a weakness in your family. Ever since dear Tavara dissapeared... Such an intelligent woman, it was such a shame, just like Trinity herself. People in her family often commented how strongly the family resemblence had bared thru on her. Many guessing she had some of the exact same features of one so long ago.

We are cursed dont stray on this topic anymore.

Aah but the urge was so raw and wild within her. Her intent had started out good, she had only wanted to vindicate her long lost ancestor. For generations her family had been plagued by some odd curse.

Every generation fighting off the calls of Khaldun....