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[Doireann]

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The pain was extreme. Both her hands and her feet felt as though the flesh was being ripped from inside. She opened her eyes to see the woman she had met earlier, and widened her eyes. She began to reach up to strike the woman, when she realized that her hands were bound. She looked down to see her hands were tied to the arms of the chair, seeing that they had changed to those belonging to a hideous beast. Looking closer, she saw that, oddly enough, they were blue. The woman pulled a mirror in front of her, and placed it in front of her. Her eyes widened, seeing the horror of the beast within the mirror.

“AHHHH!” Waking up to the sound of her scream, Doireann looked around, breathing hard. Reaching under the pillow, she felt her katana, and breathed a sigh of relief. Collapsing her head back on the pillow, she began to breathe deeply, clearing her thoughts of the mysterious woman. Slowly sitting up, she stretched her arms, and looked around. Getting out of bed, she began to put on her armor, when she looked down and saw a white book seeming to stare at her. Frowning deeply, she went to the book, and started to toss it onto the bed, then stopped. Staring down at the symbol on the cover, she paused, unsure. She slowly walked to a chair, and sat in it, unable to rip her eyes away from the book in her hands. If one does not betray the virtues, they will never let you down. Sometimes, you it will appear the virtues have left you alone, but stick with what is right, and you will prevail in the end. The voice her father rang in her ears. She continued to stare at the book a minute longer, before placing it in her pack.

Standing up, she looked around the room, and spotted where her death-robes normally laid, her mark as a slave of the order. Those within the order had helped her when her need had been there, but now it was no more. Doireann closed her eyes, sighing, remembering all she had done, things to prove her commitment to the order. What’s done is done, and no taking it back. Smiling wryly to herself, she called her faithful swamp dragon to her, and patted his back before hoisting herself up. “Come on Stubs,” she said, talking to herself more than the swampy. “I think we need to take a little trip.” With a click of her heals her dragon started forward, once again ready to wander the world.

[Merci d'Rue]

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Wisteria awoke her vision blurry and her muscles aching, thoughts of despair filled her head as she felt the sharp needlepoint precision of the incisor teeth digging into her neck. Her struggling must have made her loose consciousness. A weak moan escaped from her lips as she felt the weight of her sister straddled just above her the green hair tickling her nose. Heavens was she really worried about the tickle on her nose? She had truly lost it.

Drawing a ragged breath the weakness in her limbs strengthened and she knew that her end was drawing near. Shade, sister please...I am dying. She could swear she saw a smile twitch across Shades lips. Her arms pinned down, her legs to weak to move, she gave a cry of pain as she knew the day had come at last, today her own flesh and blood would destroy her. Cold tears rolled down her cheeks, and it scared her immensely, there was no warmth left to heat her tears. Shade sat up for a moment leaving Wisteria's neck, as she could see no threat left, she was to weak to even lift a finger.

What nobler cause, Wisty, then to save my life. There was a time I recall that you would have given yours for mine, I am simply asking for that gift. If I do not feed tonight I die, and here you are. She smiled softly, blood of my blood, it shall return to me. Wisteria choked back a sob, and Alonwynn? Did she meet this self same fate? Shade grinned, no but its not a bad idea don’t you think? She is indeed safely tucked away in a box up in my room. She makes a beautiful doll. Wisteria's heart leapt, at last she knew that her friend still lived. She had searched far and wide, but never had she thought to look within the confines of her very own house.

With a new hope in her heart Wisteria new her last chance for survival lay before her and somehow for Alonwynns sake she must survive. Drawing her arm up she touched the crystal at her neck and spoke, Shadow my pet...

Shades eyes widened as a large black horse appeared beside them and she jumped to her feet. The horse made no move towards her but stood firmly between Nightshade and weakened Wisteria.

Shade laughed, I was foolish not to finish it off when I could I forgot about your cursed pets. No matter, you will die, you will all die, for now I hold your dear friend hostage there is nothing left for you to do.

To Doireann Shadow she is Alonwynn's only hope..... Wisteria said her breath growing ragged once more and her voice cracking with every word. Gently she touched Shadow's closest leg, and Shadow on cue whisked himself and his mistress away. The words Kal Ort Por hanging still within the room, yet strangely no one had spoke.
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May destiny guide you...

[Doireann]

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Returning home, Doireann removed her glasses and looked around. Something wasn’t right. Dismounting from her dragon, she looked around, frowning. Slowly she scanned the area, taking in the greenery and the foliage. There, amongst the flowers, laid Wisteria, unconscious. Running to her, Doireann shook her shoulder, staring in horror at blood dripping from her friend’s neck. Looking up, she carefully picked up Wisteria, and walked into the living room, before setting her on a chair.

“Wisty?” she said cautiously, shaking her shoulder. “Wake up. Wisty?” Doireann frowned at her friend, and began to apply clean bandages to her neck. “Wisty!” she yelled, shaking her shoulder harder, becoming frantic. Looking around, she tried to find something that would help. She began to go through chests, strewing the items everywhere, searching for something that could help. Unable to find anything, she went back to her friend, and saw that the bandage was soaked in blood. Carefully, she removed the bandage, and placed another on it. Nodding, seeing the flow of blood begin to slow, she whispered under her breath. “Obsu Vulni.” She watched as the wound began to close, and sighed, sitting on the floor next to the chair on the floor.

Doireann sat there through the night, holding her friends hand, and checking the bandage constantly, making sure it stayed clean. When morning came, she could no longer keep her eyes open. Closing her eyes, she laid her head on the arm of the chair falling deeply asleep.

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“Where… where am I?” Wisteria looked around, confused. Looking to her left, she saw her friend sleeping on the floor, her head in her arms. Smiling, she went to shake her friend awake when a sudden sharp pain went through her, resonating at the neck. Rubbing it, she remembered what she had gone through the night before. “Alon,” she whispered, and then looked down at the sleeping Doireann.

“Wake up,” Wisteria yelled, and laughed, watching her friend jump. Her eyes widened slightly to see her stand so quickly, a sword in hand. “Dory, I don’t think you need that,” she said, staring at the sword.

“Huh?” Doireann stared at Wisteria in confusion, then at her sword. She smiled wryly, and sheathed the sword. “Oh good, you are awake. So, you want to tell me what happened?” Briefly, Wisteria explained her sister’s attack, and Alonwynn’s situation. Nodding slowly, Doireann looked down, shrugging. “So, we kill Nightshade, and then get the doll. Alright.” She went to her dragon, mounting it, and then looked back at Wisteria, who was shaking her head. “What?”

Wisteria stared, looking lost. “I don’t want my sister dead. I just want to save Alon.” She looked up, smiling at Doireann.

Doireann looked at her and nodded. “Hmmm... that’s nice. Well, mount up. We have to slay your sister and rescue a doll.” Ignoring the forlorn look in her friend's eyes, Doireann clicked her heals on her dragon, and headed for the door, a look of suppressed anger radiating from within.