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[Narcissa]

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Hooves pounded the path with ferocity. The mistress with in demanded it so. The carriage moved faster than any
carriage should move, yet she demanded more speed. There was no light fave the moon. Expertly did the horse drawn
carriage move through the forest. The horses knew not the destination only the direction. The cart was not lead by
horse but guided more so by the suggestion of the mists.
Inside the mistress waited ever so patiently. She was writing furiously. Her hand could barely keep the tempo as she
whispered her thoughts into the night. Her skin had an unearthly glow. It was as if neigh an inch of it ever saw the
sun. The woman wore many layers, rejecting the sun's rays should they dare to penetrate. The first layer was
compromised of black linen lined with an even darker black silk to further protect her skin from the harshness of
the linen. The outer most layer resembled a brides wedding day veil save its black color. It created an illusion of
weightlessness, despite the weight of the fabrics, as it floated for a moment with the woman's every movement. She
was also was decorated with many dangling glass beads and jeweled trinkets comprised of hundreds of colors. Yet
against the robes they offered nothing more than a sparkle of light. The maiden donned these robes well from head to
toe. The hood would go completely over her face if she wished. It hung loosely at her back as, it would be hours
until the sun was to rise.

Ever since her childhood her reaction to the sun would make her burn and blister, it would seemingly turn her own
blood into a toxin. Her stomach would churn and her limbs would ache. Her schooling had been torture, constantly
cursed to wear robes like she had on. Pointed fingers and whispered voices followed her as she walked from class to
class. It would be years until her family let her be tutored from home. She was almost in her teens before her
family would see that she wasn't trying to pull the wool over their eyes. Only her brother Nikolas understood her.
It was Nikolas that was to tutor her and provide the remaining of her education. Nikolas didn't care of their
families displeasure of Myla dropping out of conventional schooling. They just refused to understand her condition
didn't allow her to continue with the family visade of trying to fit in a society that didn't openly accept their
talents. But the girl knew at a young age that it wasn't just her intolerance to the sun that they would reject her.
Her particular brand of Necromancy was misunderstood and feared and thusly banned.
She trained herself to like the night hours. Myla Trumain found solice in the dark, she found safety in it as it
surrounded her. Her brother guided her in lessons. He was strict and harsh, more so than any school house teacher or
tutor would have been. Excelling and excellence was expected, anything less was failure and punished. Myla
appreciated this harshness and welcomed it. She was sorely disappointed when he began to loose his edge with her
when he started to court the Magencia woman, Lilliah Caldwell.

She and her brother confided in each other about their endeavors. He with Lilliah and Myla with her troupe of
friend. Even though she had been betrothed to another, Myla was just as elated when her brother told her that he was
to marry and start a family as he was to learn that she was finally drawing spirits to protect her even from the
day. He had been a bit concerned that she even attempted this but she eased his fears by saying that when she had
been practicing this she had her friends at the ready to cloak her had she failed.

As the years passed she began to draw more cognicent and stronger spirits for protection. She could not only shroud
herself in their essence but nearby friends that would accompany her. She marked her body with runes to give her
power and aid her as she drew the spirits. Uruz, the binding rune, was one of her favorites and longest lasting, it
strengthened her spirits as she bent them to do her bidding late into the night.
As the years passed, her brother's wife began to grow discontent with Myla's condition and talents just as her
parents had. Lilliah and Nikolas had many arguments about Myla. Constantly Myla would hear Lilliah's concerned voice
raised , "She should be out in the light, Nikolas. Everyone needs it's nourishment! You are only making it worse!"

"Lilliah, first lower your voice. Second, the light isn't always as friendly to everyone as it is to you. There is
much you don't understand. I have explained this to you many times."

"Yes but perhaps she has outgrown it! We'll never know if you keep her couped up from daylight never allowing to see
if she can grow a tolerance." A babies cry would always put such conversations to a halt.

"Go see to Narcissa, we'll discuss this later" Lilliah would always sigh and leave to comfort the babe.
Myla just sighed as she went out the door. She hated that they fought over her. She loved this family dearly and she
knew that Lilliah only wanted what was best. Though, what Lilliah didn't understand was that what was best for most
wasn't always best for others.

These arguments continued for years until one morning when Lilliah had had enough of Myla's "sleeping in" from her
late night. As she helped the maid clean the chambers Lilliah opened the window nearest to Myla allowing soft rays
of light caressed her skin with out reaction. Lilliah watched for a time grinning from ear to ear. She continued to
clean until a blood curdling scream rang through the manor from Myla's room. She ran back to the young girl to see
her covered in blisters and open sores. Myla gagged and coughed as her own body began to turn her blood into an acid
that traveled all through her body. Myla began to shake and tremble. Lilliah let her own scream out as Myla's eyes
went completely white as she called a spirit for protection. The spirit created a barrier between Myla and the sun.
Nikolas burst through the door pushing his way through the crowd of servants that had gathered to see what was the
matter with the women of the house.

Seeing the open window Nikolas's voice boomed, "WHO OPENED THIS WINDOW?" He stared down his staff waiting for an
answer.

"Nay it was not one of us My lord, " one of the women dared to reply.

Lilliah began to stammer and weep, " I didn't know, I didn't know"

"How could you not know woman?" Nikolas retorted in a rage grabbing ahold of his wife shaking her. "I've certainly
told you a fair few times this would happen! How could you be so foolish?"

"I thought you were exaggerating, being dramatic. How could one take a sun allergy seriously? I thought at most she
would just burn."

Nikolas yelled, " Get out of here before you kill her."

"But...Nikolas that thing around her it's not nat...."

"It's saving her life right now! I only hope that one day it won't have to save our daughter's!"
A child's cry carried to their ears. Wide eyed and frightened Lilliah retreated to the nursery to collect the
toddler.
That was the last Myla or Nikolas ever saw of Lilliah. She fled that very night with the child. Only later they
learn that it was to the arms of a Trinsic man by the surname of Wilms. Nikolas became a vagabond merchant,
constantly roaming the lands in hopes of catching glimpses of his daughter in the constantly moving crowds of the
market place. Myla continued to practice her craft.

Myla blinked bringing herself back to the present. Even though decades had passed since she laid eyes upon her
niece, it was time for Little Narcissa to learn of her heritage. Growing up with that chivalrous Tobias Wilms
couldn't have been easy. The transport hurried to her niece's home. Myla smiled as she waited. She didn't know where
Narcissa resided but she knew the spirits of her ancestors would take her to where she was needed. It was time to
pay back her brother's favor and sacrifice to her.