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[NightShade]

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Eloquent and beautiful the darkness inside of Nightshade swirled from her hand the somber chords of death being woven into the timeless fabric of a spell. She worked tirelessly on this spell it was a spell of protection this eve.

Since Willows attack Nightshade had actually begun working hard on shadow puppets again her renewed hope that they would serve to protect her family from the danger she felt growing around her. A perfect replica of Tyranis she held in her hand the small figure of him bringing a smile to her lips.

A strong young man with the world before him, the power of Necromancy, the gift bestowed upon her son. Myrddins heir, his warrior the creation he would leave for this world. The powerful force of the ab'Arawns, yet she feared that time was rearing its ugly head.

Her grandfather was up to something and she felt it in her bones, Dethn's dissapearance after her rage with him worried her no end. Had she cursed the young man by giving him the Strathmore name? Had Jonathan seen this as a gift to himself, claiming Dethn as his own heir? Questions swirled in her head. Would her young Tyranis one day stand on the battlefeild facing his own brother? The ab'Arawns and the Strathmores vying for power and dominance..

Jonathan had grown so bold as to even show up to Umbra's Masquerade, and his words to Myrddin were still ringing in her head.

Time, in time I will reclaim what is mine
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...