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[NightShade]

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Nightshade had awoken dressed once more in white. It was terribly disturbing, the clothing almost seemed to burn upon her. Where had she gotten this stuff, she had a few white garments but had never worn white such as this.

Pulling herself together she told herself it was just colors, they meant nothing. She did not believe it though....

Suddenly her throat spasmed and she let out dry cough, as if to expel some foreign entity that her body was fighting off, she bent over coughing, her lungs, which had not moved in years; expelling some unknown force from within them. A beam of light shot out of her mouth and her eyes widened in fear.

She was ill, very ill and was unsure of where to turn, whom to trust. She was lost and confused, where was Xandria?

Pulling on her dark clothing she felt a bit better and she pushed all worries of illness from her head, that was silly she wasnt living, only the living succumbed to illness.

Heading out to Blackrock to see if Cear was there little did she know the shock that awaited her. There standing on the beach close to Blackrock was a stranger, but his stance was familiar. She questioned his business there, and his voice rang in her head with a familiar tone. When he removed his helm Nightshade could deny the growing suprise and shock no more. He had returned and stood before her now. Her voice cracked as she spoke, No, no it can not be, you were dead....

The irony of her surprise at seeing someone raised from the dead was not lost on her, but this was a very unexpected someone...
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