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He traveled swiftly, leaving the crystal ball and only taking a shard from it. My husbands footsteps drumming inside my ears. Would he be fast enough I wondered? I watched as my second arm began to dissapear. Would I be faded soon from all memory, or would this mirrors curse be broken for all time?

Here I was the necromancer, useless, imprisoned. How odd comparitively for me.

Unexpectedly though, Myrddin's eyes were met by a flock of Mockingbirds, waiting for him as he set foot upon Ilshen lands, they hovered in the sky, their black wings beating, blocking out the sun. Their voices loud and sure ringing out across the landscape. They had left their masters, for the spirit of Mimus was among them and he had called his children home. For one final battle...

Strathmore
Gryffith
Vail

And now... ab'Arawn

My heart shuddered for him, his arm burned for me....

There in a clearing he rose up, the dark shadow of the Elder of the Council of Seven upon him.
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Yet Myrddin was not alone...the graves had opened wide. A cataclysm upon the grounds.. and she was there.

The one who started it all.

The time of reckoning was upon us.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...