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[Imryrr Armunn D|O]

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Dreams were not something Imryrr was use to. Not her own anyway. But this night she did indeed dream....

She was surrounded by the darkness of the storage closet. Locked inside, she could hear the laughter of children outside the door. Imryrr remembered this place, this event, long ago at the school she attended just before being sent home.
How foolish her schoolmates had been.

Hey Imer, your devil daddy gonna save you now? One child called.
Isn't he a demon? Another asked.
Oh, yeah. That's right. Devils are the smart ones. Demons are the dumb brutes. With that, the small group of children outside the door laughed in unison.
Ten year old Imryrr simply sat down on the floor, waiting. Unaffected by the darkness or the jibes.

Are you trying to tell me that my daughter isn't good enough to continue on here? In a rare moment, her mother had looked angry. The headmaster shook his head hard.
No, not at all, Lady Armunn. I'm not saying that at all. It's your daughter that feels the school, or it's staff, isn't good enough for her. She refuses to listen to some of our teachers. She continues to be openly rude and hostile to nearly all the staff. And she is becoming increasingly violent in her behavior.
Imryrr watched quietly as both her mother and the headmaster turned to look at her. Father would not approve of how I am treated here. The lack of discipline and respect that goes on shows that this school is inadequet and fails in it's duty to properly see to my needs and training.
She watched the smile form on her mother's lips. My daughter knows her mind, headmaster. I will ofcourse be removing Imy from your school as requested, but only for the simple fact that she has outgrown what you are capable of teaching her. Imryrr backed away from her mother's attempted kiss on the cheek and heard Ditto whisper quietly to her, Your father will be most proud of his little one.

And then her father's old throne room. She was a teen and standing with the other soldiers of the Dark Order. Watching her father's claws tear into Lazie Bone's flesh. A punishment for something she had caused. It should have been her punishment as well, and she wanted to scream that fact out loud but she couldn't speak. The dream prevented it. She could only watch as Lazie's body fell to the ground. He was dead. But, no, that wasn't suppose to happen. Lazie didn't die then. Why now? Imryrr wanted to kick him. Bring him back to life. She couldn't move. Instead, Lazie's skin began to peel back upon itself, turning into dust. The dust blew away in the wind, and what was left wasn't flesh. It wasn't bone. It was armor. The armor glowed darkly with power. It's expressionless face turned in her direction and she was awed.
She moved forward, half by her own will and half by some outside force. Reaching out a hand, Imryrr's appearance took on her adult look and height. She smiled, half crazed with delight just as it seemed her fingertips would touch the wonderfully powerful armor....
Tarothin's sword struck lightning fast, knocking her far away from the armor and bringing her down to one knee. Bleeding from several wounds, she looked up at her father, now in his human form. His head shook, No.
She looked passed him, searching out the armor. It was there, but it was being worn by Isk. She looked down at her wounds just then, and saw the blood, flowing like a slow river. Flowing upward of the walls to the torches. The blood dousing each flame one by one. The light in the room began to dim, and the moon outside the window seemed to swell. And with it, so too did her hope for the future. A future with the promise of power, of order, and of exquisite Darkness.
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Walter: "Brian Bael and Cloudster were the ultimate threesome." Now I knowy our fantasy.
Ditto: Our? oooo you swing that way?
Walter: zomg now I gave you a quote *facepalm*