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[Willow Smythe]

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The sound of children running amok was nothing new. Crashes and bangs were all the norm. The barracks were no more chaotic than usual. Willow was quite used to the windows shuddering when a door was slammed. Normally she was the loudest and most unruly of them all, though tonight she felt disconnected. She wanted an answer that no one could give her. She sat in her personal quarters thinking of where he could be. It was almost an obsession as of late, finding out the whereabouts of Jonathan Strathmore.
The more familiar with the name she became the more of a bane it became to her. Drumming her fingers she thought of different locations, each increasingly far fetched as the next.
Maybe he’s in Umbra....Willow thought. Sure, even though Myrddin couldn’t find him, you sure can cookie, you are a super girl.....Chiding myself will not help. She told herself. Maybe Luna? She laughed out loud bitterly. Luna, Riiiiight. She stared at the glass of water in front on her, becoming more and more frustrated with the ripples going through it from the ruckus of the house. She backhanded the glass, a little harder than she intended and it exploded. Little shards of glass cut their way into her hand.
Perfect. She thought before letting her mind resume the monotonous rhetoric it had prior. Not bothering to clean her hand or remove any of the glass.
I just wish I knew where he was, but wishing isn’t enough to find him.....or is it? A toothy grin formed on her mouth..
“Of Course!!” Willow grabbed her shroud and proceeded to walk out the door. She nearly ran into Varrius, which was saying something as he now had a few inches of height on Willow.
“Oof” Were are you going? He asked.
“Oh...uhm, out for a bit. Fresh air you know.”she smiled at him.
“You’re going to Cove again aren’t you?” Varrius inquired.
“Cove, uhm...” Willow was about to deny it and thought better of it. “Yes I am. I can’t fool you can I Vari?” Willow said as she walked past him and immediately ducking a flying shield coming for her head. Willow thought about locking the door as she walked out. Then a realization hit her, I pity the person who comes to ambush this house. She had forgotten her obsession for wraiths. Wraiths didn’t matter anymore. Finding dear great grandpappy was all she cared about. I suppose one obsession replaced the other.
She walked in the direction of the temple. It was quite a walk but she didn’t care. She’d been meaning to see the temple Shade built. The last Willow had seen it was in its final stages, but still not finished. The wind blew her green hair back as she progressed. When she was far enough from her house she pulled out the rune. She didn’t want any of the children following her.
Sanctum Viatas
Willow immediately looked up at the erected temple.
Shade really had outdone herself. Her devotion to Xorinia was apparent. She walked thought the fiery halls. They have to be here, they have to be. But where? I know she wouldn’t keep them near the kids, but that shouldn’t include me!She searched the temple though and through. For hours searching the containers, even those that didn’t looked like containers she searched. At last Willow concluded that the dolls where no where to be found. Slumping against a wall she sighed. As she sat upon the floor her temper flared and she hit a floor tile next to her. Harder than she meant to again as it crumbled beneath her foot. Cursing Willow hefted herself up to pick up the broken pieces. When she picked up the first piece she gasped. The floor was hollow or would have been hollow if the two boxes weren’t there. There was nothing extraordinary about these boxes. They were no bigger than those from the cobbler. Even their labeling was simple. Willow held her breath as she pulled out each box. The first one she pulled out stated Health. Willow placed it beside her. These are it!! She thought. The next one was labeled Demon. It’s them, but the one I want.....she sighed....it’s not here... As she thought it she put her entire arm in the hole. She moved her hand to the left and hit something solid. Willow smiled with glee. Please, oh please let this be the one. She maneuvered it out. The label of the box made Willow’s heart leap. Wish. She ripped the box open and stared upon the doll. A hand written card lay upon it. The card read:
Be careful for what you wish for, it just might come true. She sat on her knees and thought no kidding, that’s the general idea. Shade had this here the whole time, how come I was the only one to think of it? Alright lets see if this was worth my trouble. She held the doll a little away from herself and cleared her voice as to make sure she enunciate every syllable correctly. She closed her eyes and said,
“I wish see the exact location of Jonathan Strathmore.”
She waited for a few moments. Waiting for a sign that it worked. A sound....something letting her know she was successful. No sound was made. Willow sighed and opened her eyes and nearly yelped. Her vision blurred and zoomed forward as if she were a rock being slung from a sling shot. Then it was as if she came to a halt. She could see crisply. She was in a lab of sorts with bottles and oddly colored liquids. Willow was thankful there was no smell when she looked at one particularly ugly potion. She looked around for some sign of what land she was in. But there were no windows to give her any clues. For the love of darkness, don’t tell me I was too specific! Why not just give me a view of the bottom of his shoes! Willow rolled her eyes and decided to take in all she could. Perhaps she could see a courier or something. She turned to inspect the other side of the room and froze.
Jonathan was right there staring straight at her. He was as shocked as she was. She took an automatic step away from dear grandpappy.
“Willow? Finally you’ve come.” He tilted his head and asked, “Why do you looked younger than when I saw you last?”
“Uh, you uh, you can see me?” Willow asked
“Quite plainly as always”
Her heart began to race. But she kept her courage yet, “Stay away from my family.”
“All I want dear Willow is to unite our families so we can be together”
“together in what? A test tube? No thanks”
Jonathan looked at her and said, “you are not who I think you are, are you? Yet your resemblance is uncanny and your hair”
“Really? People always tell me I looked like my father” Willow retorted as she began to think of a way to leave. The doll, it has to be the doll.
Strathmore began to advance on her as she fumbled with the doll. Willow looked for a button or a level on the toy’s face but to no avail.
How do I leave? Willow kicked herself for not having thought of this before wishing.
She turned it losing eye contact with the doll, Jonathan began to reach out for her and as his fingers caressed her essence she disappeared. She careened backwards until her back hit the solid temple wall. She slumped as she had before onto the ground still grasping the doll. Ah, that’s how. Willow thought as she laughed.
“I’m getting closer to you old man, you can’t hide forever”
“Neither can you child. My thanks for this connection” As he spoke, Willow began to see the lab once more almost as clearly as before. She must have turned over though she didn’t remember doing so.
Willow stayed on the ground thinking. This could be a problem. Should I tell anyone? She contemplated this for a moment. Her conclusion being, No definitely not. Not yet. She replaced two of the boxes into the hole that they came from. Then Willow took the remnants of the third box and stuffed it into the hole as well. She even went as far as to piece together the tile, making it as if nothing had happened. She placed the doll inside her shroud and made her way back to the barracks.
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Malorn ‎(12:14 AM):
I'm an idiot

[NightShade]

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She had become far to intune with her children she new them all to well.

This care and concern disgusted her but often she felt herself helpless to it. She dreamed of her daughter Willow, the child of grief and despair. The joy of Toren's life often.

Willow and Shade were not as close as mother and daughter should be, but then she felt no special bond to Nyxanna either. Fauning over Tyranis and Dethn her sons were her pride and joy.

It was not that Shade did not love her daughters, it was only that she could see so much of herself in them and it worried her. Worried her for the trouble she knew she often got herself in. So she distanced herself a bit, not wanting to see when the blow of loss might claim one of them.

Willow, had started out just as that a lazy teen, who's ambition was low. Yet with the introduction of her father she had changed soaring in the ranks of Umbra as one of their most talented fighters. Shade was proud how could one not be, but often with such quick a rise comes pride, a swelling of arrogance that one is capable of more than they are. Shade new this well she had made this same mistake. She had suffered for it.

Yet it was Willows path to learn, and only thru her mistakes would she. Yet that night Shade cried out in her sleep, her dreams twisting as she glmpsed his hated face, and her worry for her daughter increased.....
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Orelen Reaucher]

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"Hi Willow!" His little voice called to her from across the library floor. She came strolling up to him a bit dreamily as though she hadn't awoke from sleep entirely.

"Well hey there" She said pleased and then noticed he was a full three inches taller than her now, "little brother!" the latter came out a bit less pleasantly. "Taller every time I see you."

"Still not the tallest..." He grumbled belligerently knowing Tay still had a good six inches over him. But some day he'd be the tallest, just like Brother Cear, he was convicted.

"I wa..." Willow trailed off mid sentence upon seeing him as if for the first time. "Oh... Hello little brother." Her inflexction was not all there this time.

"Willow...a-are you alright?" His words came hesitantly, with nervous rigidity.

"Wonderful!" Chipper and splendid again she spoke. "What are you doing here Varrius?" She had moved two full steps closer nearly ontop of him now. "And watch where you're going! You almost ran into me." Here she backed away.

"But I... Willow, are you alright?" But immediately her nonsensicle retort came.

"How'd you get all the way over there!" She spoke of course of the three feet that now seperated them. "That was fast... can you walk in the shadows now Varrius? Are you trying to trick me with your teleporting again?"

She was dazed, but getting riled up, as though she really beleived that he had been the one to move towards her and then away not seconds later when she herself had taken the steps all along.

"Willow... I think you need to lie down." Fear for her affliction was overwhelming him.

"Are you taking me back to the Lab?" Her voice was grim and it was apparent she spoke not of Dragos'. Dead silence ensued as the brids themselves seemed to stop singing. Varrius' face went whiter than usual, as his sickly, sunless pallor turned ghastly and corpselike. With shaking hands, he felt himself on the verge of tears, worry was over taking him. Making a gate home, he dragged her in and away from the library.

She was walking towards the bed when something slipped from her shroud. Lieing on the floor infront of him was a little doll, crafted obviously (from seeing the doll of Shade) by Nightshade herself. It was too beautiful, too real. The pastey skintone, and flush cheeks, and deeply livid, lifelike eyes stared up at him accusingly, as though he were standing in the way of something.

Varrius stood entranced by the doll's splendor, and he felt, at that instant, as though he could have anything in the world he desired, any one of his wishes would come true. Though as the wish parleyed his mind Willow snatched the doll from off the ground and from out his reach and sight. And there his wish stood, firmly in his mind, spoken silently but lost forever from the world.

I hope Willow is alright.

Begrudgingly she lied down. Her drift into sleep was agonizing for the boy. Every second he thought she would spout more mindlessness at him, he feared she was losing her grip on reality and drifting off into some fantastical, celluloid dream.

[Willow Smythe]

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Willow made a mental note to speak with her father about Varrius's behavior. Obviously something was bothering him. Perhaps He and Kaedence had an argument? Maybe it's just a little boy thing? Either way Willow decided to that she was going to speak to her father about him.
She climbed into her bed and nestled herself in. Turning to the side she gave in to the sleep.
As she closed her eyes.
She thought in her mind clearly
I wish to see the Strathmore Manor's location
Still specific but general enough to perhaps see a village or town sign this time! She saw no sign as her mind hurled to her destination. When her vision cleared she was at the front door of the Manor.
Cursing and mumbling, she began to looked around
"Ah Willow, so good to see you again" Jonathan's voice chimed as the door opened. She rolled her eyes ignoring the invitation and proceeded to search the grounds.
Where am I?
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Malorn ‎(12:14 AM):
I'm an idiot