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[NightShade]

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Wisps flitted softly around the vault almost drawn to its meaning. Antimagics abounded, the volatile nature of what Shade kneeled upon making her lips curve slightly into a smile.

She had built it under their control, and Shade didnt like to be controlled, but there were sacrifices in life that must be made. Now they whispered soft secrets to her, little wisps, dark and light. Fire Island had changed, the depths of the abyss had risen up...

Malphas had returned.

The world of Sosaria had grown dark, ancient, mystical in but a few days time, its meanings deeper, its night-times darker. She revelled in the quietness that overtook her home, the changes that had spread across the lands small and significant. The time was coming. She new her part, what ultimately she must do at even cost to herself. Protection now so that she may carry out her final task, so that upcoming events, the plans Barl and she had carefully made were not thwarted. Yet even greater still so she might stand beside her kin and cast the spell so that what she promised she did keep to all her brethren of this vault.

Lifting white arms to sky, green eyes to darkness, and hair to black, she called upon her avatar. Mimus and she had grown and learned as the Gryfiths do. The great mockingbird a guardian of days past renewed. Soon his children to, would rise up in the night with him, their large dark wings beating out the sun.

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Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster....E.A.P

The bird himself became a shadow the magic beginning to unravel her guardian only to re-weave them as one. She spoke to him softly, as Mimus himself became her shroud, her protection, her last defense.

Ancient keeper of our line,
Vail and Gryfith once combined,
Together familes rise and fall,
let poison and dark conquer all,

Daughter of the green haired one,
Shunning light and greater sun,
Protection's last resort and defense,
A sheild thy companion ever hence.

Laughters great and endless dance,
Bring to thee a greater chance,
To slay thy foe and protect thy kin,
Our family rises a dark Djinn.

Mimus was gone now, but there still around her. He was but an unseen shroud, he walked as avatars would, the laughter, the strength, her mischievious hood. An energy unknown and untested.

In the silent night you heard him call, Rising dark shadows fall. Give in to me, give into Night, bring forth your Shade, bring forth your light. Tis time for old wrongs to set to right.
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