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[NightShade]

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She was screaming the sound of a thousand cries in her voice as convulsions shook her. A wound on her neck split open where Darrien had touched her and blood poured fast from it. Myrddin ripped off his glove cutting a wrist and forcing the Lycan blood into her mouth. The strength of it resealed her neck, the bleeding stopped. She wrestled, fighting for her own control. Yet the battle was one she could not see to alone. The seizure calmed, her body rested. She heard them well now. Toren was close at least, as well as Narcissa and Hermy. Even the banters and outrageous things Toren said brought relief to her mind.

Nightshade had seen many planes, many souls.. she had been caught in the hand of Oblvion and it was not going to easily relinquish its control. Her body was unmoving, not of her own control. Myrddin pushed back her eyelids and her eyes could see again, she saw the interior of Cears room and was thankful for it.

Her arms flew up as if a mind of thier own, they snaked around Myrddin's Neck trying to choke him to squish the life out of him. Her eyes screamed in terror. She was watching herself kill her husband. Moving fast Toren subdued one arm away and Myrddin pushed down the other. This was rather foreboding.

The second Convulsion revealed a dark mist that rose from her midsection forming a black skull then dissipating. The ominous avatar causing them to move her to the vault and place her near the wisps that encricled the rift. The rift of the Xornite was a tall pillar of deadly blackrock, it could sink fire island into the sea. The dark wisps congregated about it whispering soft things, when Nightshade entered they looked upon and claimed her as theirs. After all it is they that had commanded her to build this structure, and it was they that would not stand for the Entropic hold upon her.

A battle unlike any other ensued. She was dragged up by the rift from the moment Myrddin released her. Levitated twisting and contorting into the air. The wisps spun quickly the sound of falling ice filling the air. Stay away! Shade yelled when her friends sought to help her. She closed her eyes, giving into thier will. This was going to hurt.

The antimagics of the rift grew pulsing about them disrupting the hold of entropy upon her, but a hand like a claw of dark mist grasped her and slammed her against the ground. Her head connected, then her back, and a loud bone rending crack ensued. Narcissa was uttering a prayer unto the Xornite unto the wisps, and her words pushed the rifts antimagic to spiraling heights, one would hope they were not destroyed in it.

The clawed mist froze mid hold on Shade and a loud cracking sound like a mirror breaking uttered thru it. She fell hard to the ground her spinal column ripping thru the flesh of her back. The wisps slowed and returned to their lazy flutter the group watching breathed *the ones that could* a sigh of releif. Shades hands lifted slowly to her hips resting upon them once more as she lay on the floor. Control of her body had been returned...just that minor issue with her back.

It was a gory sight the spine poking thru, jutting horribly out of her skin, as she bled profusely. Myrddin and hermy fed her blood while Narcissa and Ciara worked fast trying to set the bone, cutting mercilessly thru the flesh of her back. At last her own Vampiric powers helped out and the bone regrew set back in place the flesh flying to seal the wound. All seemed well at last and Shade was transported home to bed. Cear would be pleased to not have broken entropic women in his bed.

Yes things were set to right, but one must wonder as Shade did as her eyes shut softly, Myrddins arms locked around her, what affect would this really have on her. What lay hidden in her now waiting to arise its ugly head. Such thoughts were best left for stronger days.
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