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[Merci d'Rue]

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It was happening again.. the visions had returned. The dreams of the dead plagued her, called to her. She rose, her skin pale her features unmovable with emotion. She walked almost on air to the window and looked out.

There stood a great wall of water and it crashed down upon her choking her breath and dragging her out to sea. She fought against the current with all her strength her arms tiring her body growing in exhaustion.

At last she gave in.. and let it take her.

Her gown clung wetly to her body dragging her heavily along. She clawed at it with talon sharp nails shredding it till the skirt ripped off and she was covered in a much shorter bit of cloth. No matter she could breath again as the water subsided and she drifted there.

Alone in the pool of blue darkness, the inky black night scraping against the stars light. The velvet softness of night's caress calling sadly to the sea. Where they met upon the horizon, they became great lovers dancing with a rhythm ancient and old.

She was not afraid to be alone.. Self reliance was a skill every warrior must know. She coughed spitting sea water from her mouth and began to swim. Her muscles protesting, but she pushed herself forcing her body to cut thru the water like a knife. Her body working swift and strong in this sea of madness.

The ocean waves surged violently forward, she could see a shoreline and it plunged her towards it suddenly, spitting her up like a bad bit of food and smashing her into the sand. Roughly she tumbled rolling and falling, sharp rocks cutting into her arms, her legs, slicing her stomach.. Her hair tangled and wild, with sand washing thru it. She lay still on its beach and moved not, her exhaustion great, her body on fire stinging from the abrasions.

She stared up at the sky and lay there shadows dancing across her face, she had not a clue where she was. Grarine tried to focus and calculate the damage to herself. She didnt understand... it was then that she sensed that she was indeed not alone. Someone was with her, watching, a flash of blue hair, and panic rose within her.. Go away, go away from here..

It was then that the wraith appeared before Grarine laughing as it caught her up in a bolt of pain. Binding her in the ethereal sands of sleep. Every nerve tingled as the pale skin began to pull away from bone revealing a hollow skeleton. The bones jutting harshly twitching upon the sand. This was her domain.

The scene melted her vision lost, Grarine faded quickly from her view. Merci cried out, her body twisting her lungs gasping for air, she could still feel the pain. It was as if a cord was cut, and she falling from a great height and she slammed into the wooden floor next to her bed.

Her hair wet with salt and sand.. her body shaking..a name upon her lips...

Willow..
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May destiny guide you...

[Merci d'Rue]

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Her dead body floats eyes wide,
Her minions haunt the silvery tide.

Crawling, creeping.. clanking shields.
Blood and gore upon thy battlefield,

Rising ghosts of undeads past,
They dream the dream of everlast.

Never ending, never falling,
This gruesome sight to eyes appauling.

Quaking heart beats sound through,
What now King will your guardians do.....
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May destiny guide you...

[Merci d'Rue]

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Dark Shadows wake me, and I turn to them and hear their whisperings. Sometimes it drives me mad. I have no choice, I must listen this is my path.

This was thrust upon me, yet I willingly gave them my blood, my soul, my heart to this. Did I know I would end up here?

Never.

I am the Eternal Sacrfice.. Every day I stumble upon these lands, I give, and give more, and it will never end.

Myrddin knows this, when he looks in my eyes, he knows what he will see. He always knows, my mentor, my new creator.

I understand now, that I am to be Forsaken, never resting, never finding contentment, for nothing of mine belongs to me, it all belongs to them.

It feels good to hold my weapon, the cold steel comforts me like nothing else, it is all I have left. Battle fills me with a music that can not be sung but must be felt. When I hold it, it makes me feel like I am me again. The little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, that once killed a pixie unwittingly. Black stone around her neck.

My dreams have gone out of control.. they are.. running rampant and my waking hours are less and less. My dreams are holding me more and more like a prison. I must keep my eyes away from him, he will know, he always does. My eyes are green sometimes when I look in the mirror. This bothers me... Have they noticed me missing at trainings?

I am so tired.. this is to much, something is wrong, I must try, I must go tonight.

Attack.
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May destiny guide you...