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[Mianna Cypri]

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Mianna woke, not knowing exactly where she was or how she go there. Looking around she vaguely remembered recalling to Empath Abbey in Yew the night before. She stumbled out of the small bed trying to shake off the eneasy feeling she had and quickly dressed and ventured to the bank. After speaking with the banker, he gave her the items she needed from her bank box to recall back to her home. After muttering the incantation, she blacked out for brief moment. Upon coming to, she realized her spell had failed, she was still standing in the same spot at the bank. Cursing herself silently, she took an apple from her pack and hungrily ate it. She then attempted the spell again, this time she arrived at the steps of her home. Wearily she walked up the steps and into the house. Looking around, she remembered just then that she needed to find her mistress. That was why she had been out wandering. Ever since The Lady Reminisence had given her that beautiful gift, Mianna had felt strange. She needed to know why. Lady Reminisence should be able to explain what was happening to her.
On most days, visitors came and went, Mianna paid no attention to them or her housemates. She would sit in her secret room, a place she had made in her home so she could inscribe her spells away from all the prying eyes of her friends. In the weeks that had past, she had inscribed not one spell, only gibberish that she did not understand. She had left home only twice in weeks, last night being the second time. She did not even know why she ended up where she had.
Her guardian, Domonick, grew concerned and would leave trays of food and drink in the garden hoping she would come out from her secret room. The room which she had declared, not long after she placed the plant near the bookcase, was off limits to anyone who entered the house.
Walking up the stairs she felt so tired, perhaps some rest would help. Then later she would look at the tower for her mistress. As she approached the doorway to her bedroom, a strange feeling came over her and instead of walking through the door and laying down to sleep, as she very well knew she should, she stepped back and released the hidden latch that teleported her right into her special place. Deep down inside, she knew she needed to get ahold of herself, but something seemed to be calling to her. Struggling to regain control of herself she walked to the table where she sat to inscribe her spells. Pulling a scroll of parchment from the bookcase beside her and dipping her pen into the ink, thinking to herself, "I shall pen a letter to the Mistress, have her to come here instead, she will be able to figure this out." She placed the pen to the parchment, but words seemed to fail her. Suddenly, her hand moved with great force, writing words she did not understand, In Bal Nox In Bal Nox In Bal Nox......over and over agiain on the parchment then her her hand stopped. She felt drained. Shaking she looked down at the words, as she watched they dissappeared. This is how it always went, something would come over her and make her write things she did not understand and then the words would vanish. She placed that parchment aside, reached for another from the shelf and started writing a note. Notes she could do as long as she concentrated deeply, it was her spells that failed her......

Greetings Mistress,
I make no apologies for my absence, for I am not worthy of forgiveness. Please though, I believe I may need your assistance. If you could come to my home at your earliest convenience, I think you may be able to answer some questions that I have reguarding that gift you gave me.
Your Servant,
Mianna Cypri

Pleased that she was able to pen that simple note, she quickly rolled it up and tied it to the leg of her raven. Muttering a few words, the stone wall opened and revealed the rooftop garden. She tossed the raven up and towards the opening. Once the raven was gone she muttered the same words again, and the stone wall returned to normal. As the secret door closed, she caught a glimps of Domonick at the top of the stairs, his eyes wide, was that fear?

"Now I must rest," she said to herself and walked to the corner of the room and curled up on the floor.