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[NightShade]

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As her hand enclosed around the slender bone of the key she smiled happily. At last, after searching all day she had found it. Pulling forth the Skeleton key she walked quickly to the locked door at the end of the hall. A silent house, with gardens of flowers, rooms full of beautiful things all stood about her. It seemed so odd for the hooded figure. She seemed almost out of place.

She heard the key click in the lock and entered a room filled with the tiny bodys of hundreds of dolls. She stood in the center of the room surveying, the costumes, colors, and odd array of toys staring silently out at nothing. Peace flowed in her as she stood in this room, her troubled thoughts of late floating away. Her sanctuary, no one dare enter. Walking to the shelf she picked up one of the larger dolls and smiled as she stared into its handsome face. Moving on into the next room she placed the doll on the pentagram and gently spoke the reversal spell. The doll began to change, the once stiff arms and legs moving slightly and the flesh softening once more.

The soldier suddenly opened his eyes staring into the face of the green haired woman he had watched for so long. Silently trapped he had been for almost a year now he had stared out of glass eyes at his keeper. He felt as if he were going mad. She offered him a hand up and reluctantly he took it feeling as though he was in more danger than before. Smiling she kept a firm hold on his hand pulling him with amazing strength towards her. He felt locked in a deathgrip strangely he felt relieved. He would sleep, he would not be tortured anymore, she would release him at last.

A few moments later he fell dead in a pool of his own blood. Nightshade dabbed her blood covered mouth with a hankerchief and returned back into the antechamber of her dungeon. It almost seemed as if they were all whispering to her, the empty spot where the toy soldier had sat enraging the other dolls. Murderess...

Nightshade laughed heartily. Do not worry my prettys, you will all have your say one day.....
The room was silent, the expressions on the dolls slightly changed as if in fear...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...