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[NightShade]

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Wisteria could not control herself she rushed from one wisp to the next and they spoke to her. She did not speak wispish and had never learned the tongue, whilst Toren spoke it fluently. Yet today was different, she understood it, she responded and followed, her mare chasing her as well as Toren thru the expanse of the dungeon.

Toren had noticed it before when the wisps had been near on a simple cabal outing. She had gone wild searching for something before. He watched her carefully, just waiting to see what would happen. He had his suspicions. They were confirmed as Wisteria honed in on a piece of blackrock like a homing device, stashing it in her pack only to hand it to him later.

It was as he thought, the children within her were strong with Ether flow, but this was to be expected, they were after all children with the blood of every cabalist in them.

None of this made sense to her as she raced down the hallways as if she had been there before, and spoke the words that transported her away from this simple realm. Manifestations of Wisdom....

Like a flash of light she was gone and her mare to, and he shook his head, for he had not told her these words, he knew now that the Xornite had called her. He rushed after her only to find her standing precariously and curiously on the edge of the tiles, a step away from everything and nothing. Her horse holding fast to her dress, angrily pawing and dragging her back.

We can not go there Wisteria, we must stay. He noticed in her eyes the reflection of a wisp, come we must go on you know the way...

She nodded and flew thru the portal to the next chamber, and she did indeed know the way traversing across hidden tiles that only the Cabal had learned and a few others. Alighting next to the brazier and fearlessly touching it she was transported at last to her final destination. She was falling? No, she was kneeling and they were talking to her in her head again. Speaking quietly asking questions.

They knew she was dying, they new she carried young. They demanded she bare them. If this is your wish, she said in wispish and Toren turned his head sharply his eyes watching her lips move with a tongue he knew so well.

Varrius he is the key...but not to the spell... the wisp whispered to her and she was confused, one can not be without the other and her hand flew down to her waist to press against the twins within her.

The wisp hovering before them then said to them both that it would tell them no more. Constantly repeating in a demanding tone. Wisty felt drained she could barely lift her head, and Toren decided to take her home to Willows to rest, her face pale, her legs shaking.

She was dying after all and the time was quite close..
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Toren Smythe]

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Vague confusion plagued Toren's face as his wife spoke softly to the peices of Xorinia. Worry tore at his stomach. Such a monumental occassion for Xorinia to choose to speak to her, something grand, or terrible, was happening. And he knew in the depths of his black, stone heart it was both.

She had made it certain, in sacrifice, they were going to be fine. It put a pang on his heart, to lose one for two, but he knew she chose right, the children were most importaint. For all that could be done for her to rectify, the children were most importaint. Though he couldn't help but wonder, if for the same reason, the children may have come second in this, may have inhereted the same abilities as their mother. But should they?

He watched her silently, questions playing about his mind, all of them answerless, either way he went there was a brick wall. Her fear didn't stop her however, so perhaps the wall was falling. She wanted to know her children and she would... as they would know their mother, as it should be.

She moved on through the dungeon, passing wisp after wisp until they reached the figurine. She spoke the words he had never told her and was gone in an instant, he right on her tail.

Blessed they would be if It imparted this to her. No cost too great, no sacrifice insurmountable. If It did not bless these children then they were for naught, ever aspiration he had for them would be crushed in an instant. There was no other way. Were they to die, all his dreams would be lost... Wisteria made the right choice.

And yet that picked at him, a nagging itch, perhaps even a pain. He had come so far with her, and as her druid friend had said, there is a chance she may not even remember him. She may not know she had kids... and worst of all, there would be little convincing her of it. But he was determined.

They pressed on through the paths unmarked, teetering on the edge of enlightenment, too selfabsorbed to take the plunge. She asked him why, why to not take their peace as they deserved... His answer was foolish he knew, to leave behind his brothers and sisters, to abandon them again, he couldn't do it, simply. And Willow, who finally accepted him, a light in his life one he could not over look, would be devestated. Besides, he had made his promise, and he would hold himself to it, even if he wasn't sure Nightshade could hold up to hers. And each instant he was less and less sure. Their bond had weakened, but it was to be seen, but he had still made his promise and all he still held for her would not let him break it.

Sooner than later, he would share his peace with Wisteria, a new resolution on his list of all he must be.

His eyes examined her, he could see she was sick, anyone could. Her face was pale, her knees trembled and her hands shook. Bags formed under her eyes and she was always with a cold sweat. The children needed to come soon, they had to, else they would die with her. Worry struck him again and he cleared his mind, telling her to move on.

They reached it at last, the Wisp closest to the Xornite. Perhaps the one to hold the scroll, but for now, one to hold odd knowledge that Wisteria fought for even in her condition.

It spoke to them in it's tongue of the key, to what exactly was unknown, but it made Toren resolute... Varrius, if not Adara, would be blessed. He knew it to be true.

She nearly feinted, and it was time to bring her home. They made way to Willow's and she rested her head, Toren taking to a conversation with his daughter.

There was so much to tell, but he wanted, and said, nothing. And each question she asked, he answered with vaguearies untill the topic came up.

Wisteria was going to die. And to Toren's surprise, Willow seemed oddly heartbroken over this. She was growing up.
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[Willow Smythe]

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"Wisteria is going to die..." Toren said.

As He relayed this news to her she sat and mindlessly playing with her bangles. The news had hit Willow harder than she would have thought. Much harder than she would admit.
Since her creation she had not only her memories but the ones Shade instilled as well.
Nightshade had told her of past happenings and Willow took them for her own.
Now, sifting through her mind, she cannot find a single reason to hate Wisteria. Not one single memory of hers justified it. Those had all been Shade's memories, not Willow's.
Willow had just recently come to this impass about her aunt. It was hard for Willow to admit she was wrong. But it was harder still to continue with the charade that she no longer had the energy or time for.

"Damn you Wisty, just as I was getting used to you" Willow said as Toren led her out of the room. They sat in the nursery just outside the room debating the necessity of Wisteria's pending death for hours. She wasn't so sure she wanted her to die.
"Well the children will need a mother!" Willow blurted out. She was as shocked as Toren when those words fell out of her mouth.
"Did I just say that?"
Toren smiled at Willow as if seeing her in a new light and said "you -are- growing up Willow, even if you can't see it"
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