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Emi
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Date Posted: 11/30/04 10:22:14pm Tue
In reply to:
Ryiln
's message, "meeting, agreement....ultimatum" on 11/30/04 8:40:03pm Tue
"I don't have time for this. Go then, if you're not going to do your calling. Not just healers can heal."
She flicked her wrist as though to send a wave of energy against Ryiln, and remove her from her sight. But that power did not come. For a brief instant, she was surrounded by color, and then it all faded to gray. She forsook, so she was forsaken.
Then it burst into a flash of color, a palapable feeling of intense power, negative power, then stemmed from Emi, and a ghostly image of that six eye, behemoth of a dragon rose forth and roared, shaking the very ground on which they stood.
There was no binding in which all Forgotten had had since birth of hold back the power of the memory of Forbiddion, forsaken as she was, and there was nothing to stop it from comsuming her completely. There was power in memory, and it had perhaps been something best left forgotten.
The heir of Forbiddion dropped to her knees. Her wings shifted completely jet black, bladed so they shined like shards of obsidian. The ghost of the dragon seemed to smile, and dove back within Emi. Only the tail remained, and it swiped at Ryiln, hoping to catch her off guard. For whatever Forbiddion touched, it owned.
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