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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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The snow had cushioned her fall and she looked up to see people everywhere. Stoneguardians were standing once more, the Stone glimmering softly over the valley.

Nyxy stared up at the steps to the prison, there was a small contingent of guards bravely holding the masses back as they demaned the prison doors be open. She looked about and could not see her father or Willow perhaps they still battled for their very lives...

She heard one of the people yell... Open up or we will kill more... The guards held steadfast though their death was imminent.

She was an ab'Arawn. She squared her shoulders. This day was not thiers, it belonged to these people that insisted Poet, this maniacal man who had almost killed her father, go free. She would see no villagers slaughtered.


Taking a deep breath she yelled loudly. LET ME THRU IF YOU WISH THE DOORS OPENED! Silence fell over the crowd. They turned ready to kill her if she twitched wrong.

Amazingly, Nyxy who was normally hard to get focused, walked steadily up the steps, proudly past the angry mob with weapons in hand, and slung the door open, the guards parting for her.

There you go! take him! Get out of our valley, let our people be!

She turned as they gleefully ran inside, and said to no one in particular. You will be sorry you did this....

She dusted off her skirts turned and headed back into the field to help with the wounded and clean up the mess.

Tomorrow was a new day, and , this was surely not over.

[Willow Smythe]

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Alien foot prints had been imprinted into the snow. Willow clutched her side to placate the pain. Felled in one battle, only. No doubt many more to come. Willow had never been so proud. Her heart leapt inside her chest. She and the people of Stonegate fought and they fought well. Victory doesn't always go to the winner of the battle. When all was said and done, they dusted the snow from their armor and readied themselves for another battle if the king willed it. Winning or losing didn't really matter to Willow, it was that they fought at all. They stood they ground and did not falter.

They may come and best us again, but the point is She thought with an impish grin Every time they try to best us, they will have to fight. One lost battle will not frighten us away. It makes us stronger as it gives us something to learn from.


Strength is not in the arms of the fighter, it's in their soul. Stonegate has the strongest souls Willow has ever known and their rally today proves....


Only the strong survive.......
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