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[NightShade]

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Nightshade had followed Barls instructions and she found herself staring up at the location she sought. She was estatic it had taken so much time. Just like her visions she saw this place and she new she must get inside.
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Young, and beautiful looking, she stood before him and he shook his head trying to ignore the distractions of the vampire that was obviously up to mischief. It was hard to imagine this creature was the mother of his children and yet he would have it no other way. Shade where have you been you have been gone a while my dear, I only heard of your return thru whispers of a green haired woman causing mischief at the New tavern. A wry smirk appearing on his face. Dont make me carry you from the tavern Shade, he said with a soft growl.

Me, cause mischief Myrddin? Me? He watched with consternation as her hands slid to her hips and her face upturned into a jaunty grin. He knew right away she was up to something and it didnt sit well with him. What is it Shade. The warmasters voice firm and commanding, the sort of tone that sent his children scurrying. Her eyes darkened and for a moment he had a glimpse of the dangerous creature she was becoming.

Myrddin there is something I must tell you...

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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Zendella Smythe]

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Normally, she would be considered to have mutilple personalities within her but indeed, Wisty had grown to become two seperate entities. At first her family had dismissed the sudden appearance of white hair as a reaction of all that had transgressed.

Yet as time had passed it proved itself seperate. As an ethereal she had felt the strength of Barls power within her the necromancy fighting wickedly with the earth magic an Elemental had always bared. It wasnt long before the Druid and The Undead could no longer coincide with one another.

She had started to look down upon herself, seeing the redhead laying there a druidess, yet knowing she was not. She was now two entities and every time she was drawn back into her body she balked at it longing to remain free. The necromancer was gaining strength, weilding its new found abilities. She had floated oft like a banshee thru the graveyards reversing the might of the undead, using Necromancy itself to put them back in their graves. For surely if a necromancer had the power to raise the dead, they had the power to take it back, and send bones to ashes once more.

Yet a price was paid for this seperation, the druid was becoming weaker, soon to find herself with a loss of power, even her magery was being sucked away by the new entity that latched to her like a leech. When strong enough it left, they had the same will the same hopes, but different ways of attaining them.

She awoke the redheaded wisty, and she new, that she was alone, half of her had departed taking most of her powers with it. She felt helpless, her body weak and her ussual communion with the druid ways almost gone. She was indeed a mortal female, her magery weak her body now weakened by the loss of part of itself.

Not knowing where to turn she scribbled a note hastily,
Jonathan,
I know now this is the only way for me to save her. Please come, the doll is yours... Wisty...