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[NightShade]

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Nyxanna shuddered as she awoke in the snow, other WIT members around her, she cuddled groggily closer to her friend the misery of Willows death making her not want to awaken.

Yet, the bite of the ice and the sound of her mothers voice speaking, chanting forced her to rise. Her father stood,as well as Toren and some others she did not know staring at the children in complete disbeleif. What had occurred? Some strange form of mind control had brought her here and forced her to attack her father to thwart some sort of plans? What plans, and why were they leaving her mother in that cave. It was confusing.
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They were furious, Jonathan had thwarted their first attempt to travel back in time, to the day of Willows creation to save her with that which had first created her.

Torens heart must surely ache, Myrddin's ire was high. Once more Time Keeper, please we must go back again five minutes prior to that attack. She nodded and the Time Keeper once more opened a portal to the shrine.

Time travel is risky business, just one false move and Willow would never be created. Nightshade moved past them unseeing of them focused on her task, dragging the body of the groom once more in the cave. Narcissa awaited inside the frantic bride struggling agianst her bindings. Moving into the cave, it took his breath away to see her there, her hair arranged in the fashion of long ago, her voice younger more unsure as it spoke. The grief straining in her voice. Toren stirred and moved ethereally to her, the urge to make himself known strong. She turned and looked at him and for a moment he thought all was lost, Myrddin frowning in the background, upset over the grief shade was displaying years ago for her lost lover. As she stared at the ghostly image of Toren she did convince herself he was no more than a vision to torment her and he easily gathered bloody tears from her cheek. Precious blood that would reinstate his daughter.

The other items were easy to gather, none were so heartwrenching as Nightshades bloody tears...
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So they reformed again, back in present day, at the self same Ice cave and Nightshade stood her long green hair down about her shoulders, her voice strong and clear.

Together the group worked, recreating the self same ritual to bring Willow back, to restore their daughter, to thwart the tentacles of the wraith that had so destructively crushed the heart of their child.

A moment of wild grief as it seemed all was lost and the ghost of Willows form dissapeared completely, Nightshade falling to her knees grief and guilt ripping thru her. Toren crying out at the loss of his daughter.

Yet like before the grief fuelled her and once more the child of their grief rose. Once more Willow stood her body forming of flesh again. Even more like her mother she looked now, as time travel does odd things to vials of blood. She now stood wholly grown, beautiful and reflecting the image of Nightshade almost complete.
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Yet as Nyxanna said, she was definitely more pink in skin color....
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Willow Smythe]

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Willow's limbs dangled in Toren's arms as they had the night she was attacked. Her spirit as unresponsive as ever. Nightshade and he rushed her to the cave in which she was created all those years ago.
As they entered, Toren laid Willow down at the alter.
When the last of the ceremony blood was absorbed, little Willow was no more. As her mother and father wept Willow reformed and rose from the alter.

"What took you guys to long?" Was all she said. Before she knew it she was sandwiched between her parents.

"DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT TO US AGAIN!!" Shade screamed. "Willow you have...." Shade trailed of as she stared at Willow's chest. Willow looked down at herself. There was nothing between her and the world but some tattered clothing until Toren wrapped his own cloak around her. They rejoiced at her return and once Willow assured Nightshade that she wouldn't die again the cave emptied.
"Shall we go to the Barracks?" Toren asked.
Willow nodded.

When they approached the door, Willow heard something that bothered her. Something that made her death a little more real. Silence, not a sound could be heard, it unnerved Willow more than she would care to admit. As she opened the door she was bothered again. She found the cause for all the silence, no children running amok. All her halls were empty. The were no duels in the mess hall, no ricocheting spells bouncing off the walls nor was there the need to duck from flying weapons. Taking a few deep breaths to steady herself she thought, in a few days this will be as it was. They all went home because I.....died. Yes you can say it, you are no longer the Willow you were. You are now stronger You've grown into the Willow that has been in your mind for sometime now
She still didn't want to sleep in the empty child fortress not tonight. For fear that this was all a dream, and she was still laying back at Blackrock keep, her parents mourning at her bedside. She began to busy herself with meaningless tasks such as cleaning out her clothing and her armour.
"You aren't going to need these, Willow?" Toren asked picking up the pair she just threw to the ground.
"No those were all custom made, I can't use them now"
"Mmm" Was all he said in response.
New clothes and new armour is needed for this new Willow, I hope everyone is Ready Willow thought to herself with a smile.
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