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[Ceinwyn ab'Arawn]

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Silence graced the War Temple as the figure drifted across its grassy lawn. The dark morning air cast no illumination, yet the form held a glow of its own. A pale luminescence, casting light on its surroundings as it floating spectre-like up the stairs of the temple.

There was no one home at this time of the morning, yet the apparition did not question it at all. Worldly matters did not affect her, anymore, in a sense. She was only here to send a message. One that she knew would not be taken seriously.

She would come again, later, in the hopes that her brother, Myrddin, would be in residence.