| Subject: Reckoning. |
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Grace.
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Date Posted: 23:33:02 02/10/03 Mon
"I've seen enough."
Silver hair flowed over small shoulders like water. Perhaps it was.
"It's screams are too often, and the voices too quiet. I no longer hear my favors, the oldest are going quiet first."
Matching silver eyes opened, cascades of mirrors all darkened and quiet. There was nothing to watch now, the same dance was playing again. And she knew all the steps.
"This time, this dance is too overplayed. A new partner seems to be in order. Then maybe the newest steps can be learned....Yes. I'll do just that."
One mirror reacted to her voice. Ice blue eyes were gazing back at her, though completely oblivious that was staring back at them.
"Crystin Drakyn, you are a hinderence to -my- Weave. You are the stopper to the healing of something that is crippled. But you have no given me reason to disconnect you, as youre actions are completely....guardian like. However I cannot let you stay. So instead...I embue you."
Her hand raised and the touched the mirror she was talking to, silver swirls surrounding her fingers on the glass.
"I use my one on you. My one making of a diety by use of the Weave. I call you and your charges the Drakyn. Do not abuse it."
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Silver coagulated around the contradiction, the living vampire. There was a ripping sound, then a rush of air, the Weave itself becoming visible as a network of long silver cords, each looking frayed and torn, about to come apart. Colors swirled in a tapestry of colors, the same colors that the PrismStars wore as their sign. But they did not attach themselves to the vampire, but entered her, changed her, reshaped her. Her own strings connecting her to her own.
The Weave was free.
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