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[Merci d'Rue]

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Red and gold, the wings gently touched her cheek. Softly her eyes fluttered open, the thick lashes fanning the knowledge of their core. She lay upon a stone table and floating softly above her flew the bird. It seemed to be made of flame, brilliant sparks of red and gold shooting out from its blue core. It stared down into Wistys silent eyes. She reached up to touch its flaming brightness and the great bird shifted closer almost clinging to her as it alighted on her hand. Its flaming tail feathers wrapped around her arm and filled her with a warmth she had never known. The warmth of its feathers traveled down her arm out across her chest, up her throat, and down her waist until she herself was covered in a blanket of what seemed to be a fiery array of feathers. She closed her eyes letting the warmth surround her. She had never felt so alive, so warm, so loved. The bird began to sing softly and though she did not recognize the words, her heart soared with each note, the cadence of its music wrapping around her soul. She found herself clinging to the birds fiery frame, embracing it as it flew her to some unknown destination. She was entranced as all about her glowed.
As she clung warm and safe to the bird the sky above her began to fill with dark clouds and a deep sense of mortal peril awoke within her. She let her mind venture tentatively forth leaving its warm safetyand turned her gaze to the ground below her. Noxious fumes of poison seemed to rise up with soft grasping tendrils towards the sky. She shrank back from them instinctively as they reached for her, yet, were it not for the protective flames of the great bird above her she would have been an easy prey.

Soon into her view she began to make out the pitiful images of children large and small, their lifeless bodies below her, arms wrapped tightly around tiny replicas of themselves. She began to sob as she looked into their sad faces begging for mercy in their final hour. Demons roamed amongst these tiny corpses ushering these lost spirits away from their once warm homes.

Wisteria strained against the bird to free herself, the need to stop this madness and rescue these helpless victims growing within her. The bird lowered its head and looked once more into her eyes as he clutched her within his now massive talons. His voice spoke in her mind, you are only meant to see.

The roof of her home rose up in the distance and they flew up high above it, looking down upon it she saw a massive weaving of chains. They were rusted and heavy, and snaked tightly around the ankles, wrist, and waist of a beautiful girl. Her vision centered on the girls face granting her for one brief moment the ability to see the girl from this great distance. This was a face she knew, anger and sadness filled her heart and she called out to the girl helplessly.

The gir turned her face up at her, tears rolling down her cheeks, she begged for help, freedom from this cruel fate. Wistys voice found its courage and she called out stronger now....Alonwynn, I am coming my friend, hold on, please just hold on a few more moments. She saw her friend shake her head sadly and the weight of the chains pulled at her small frame as she stiffened and dropped silently to the ground. I will not watch my friend die! Wisteria screamed at the giant bird and struggled madly against it. The bird startled, dropped the flailing Wisteria, and she began her downward descent.

At first her arms were wildly flailing, her heart beat madly in her chest it seemed as if her fall would be neverending, as though something prevented her from reaching the bottom and saving her ailing friend. She was trapped in this perilous plunge unable to break free. Cold dark thoughts crept into the depths of her mind, and an icy chill began to freeze her spirit. The warmth and light of the bird slowly fading as an inky blackness swirled about her and she fell inward upon herself.

Though her house grew larger in her vision she was no closer to reaching it. Voices were speaking swiftly in her ears so fast and loud that she could only catch bits and pieces of words. Tormented, feeling lost, her vision darkened and soon the inky blackness claimed her sight. Her mind finally giving way to blessed nothingness.
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May destiny guide you...