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Date Posted: 12:45:28 01/25/03 Sat
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's message, "wind whispers" on 09:48:02 01/25/03 Sat
She said nothing. This creature told the partial truth. -Her- Goddess might not be able to help her, but it wasn't from Zenra that the PrismStar's sight came from. They held two dieties, the other's name she wouldn't think of, if this thing could read thoughts.
They couldn't control a seer's gift, hell even she couldn't control it, and she'd had it most of her life. But as with the lack of events taking place, everything was rerun.
Rainbow hued eyes closed as though greiving, and she searched within herself for the two threads. The one to Zenra was thin, within snapping's grasp, but the other held strong, an iron cord as opposed to the fledgling goddess' silk thread.
Prayer they say is the way to cry out.
By the goddesses, I cry out.
There was another essence there, she could feel it, but she had no will to use it. Forbiddion. It would rouse and leap for the chance to be released, but within the PrismStars it was constantly asleep. Always there, but hard to arouse.
It would, however, come forth when she would need it the most. The closest thing any Forgotten would come to harnessing the power of one of the most destrutive forces around.
But in light of this, she would not give this creature the satisfaction of knowing this. Instead she did what a PrismStar was known best for.
She began to sing, softly.
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