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[Willow Smythe]

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The leaves rustled against the window. The noise had been happening for almost an hour now. The branches seemed to be asking for permission to come inside. Rattle, rattle, knock ,knock. It was a wonder the windows hadn’t crumbled from the assault. Rattle, rattle, knock, knock.
Willow had tuned out the noise. Sitting beside Z’ev’s crib she awaited her results. She had just given him a poison injection.
RATTLE, RATTLE, KNOCK, KNOCK!
The baby, now almost a year old began to gag and spasm as the poison coursed through his tiny veins. Willow just sat and waited. She made no attempt to aid him.
“Come on kiddy, you can do it”
Suddenly the babe stopped its gagging and spasming and simply stared up at Willow in wonder.
“Good job, faster than last week’s test.” She encouraged tapping the little babe’s nose lightly. She turned to the writing desk across the room and began to record her observations. He simply lay and cooed. The wind was still making the branches hit the window. Rattle, rattle, knock, knock. As she wrote she pondered once again why Merci and Myrddin decided to bestow the babe unto her. Surely here were more maternal types. Willow had no more instinct than her mother had at Willow’s own creation. That was the whole reason for her mother sending her from the Cabal to Umbra. Umbra with its structure was seemingly more motherly than Shade was at that time.
She continued to write her observations. Willow had accustomed herself to the ambiance, so the sudden change in the noise pattern was alarming. Rattle, knock.....creak.....
The baby stopped it’s cooing and Willow’s head shot up. Z’ev’s disposition became very fussy. His cooing had turned to whining. Willow looked toward the window in surprise. Somehow, someway it had opened. The branches from the trees we now reaching their way inside. Though, instead of scratching the babe that lay under the window, they caressed his face. The baby didn’t care for this odd almost motherly contact. He waved his tiny fists around in an effort to discourage the limbs.
Unnerved Willow ran to the baby' Crib side. She shoved the branches back outside the window and slammed it shut. She flipped the latch as soon as the window was closed, locking it. The wind picked up with a ferocity worse than before slamming so hard it slightly shook the house. Still all the noise the tree created was nothing compared to the wails coming from the child. Willow, not knowing exactly what to do picked up the babe, held it out at arm’s length and said, “Quiet, you’re not hurt” She then gave the babe a stern look. As Z’ev looked into her green eyes he stopped his wailing and relaxed once again. She lay the babe down once more in his crib.
The wind stopped and silence ensued. Willow looked to the window and raised her eye brows in surprise. A ghostly figure was before her just on the other side of the glass staring back at her. Everything about this entity was pale or pure white save her eyes that blazed with a yellow glow.
“ I will have my son, Umbra shall not keep what they stole. I will see the fall of this land. When time comes you will all fear the name Akela Badtre” Akela’s voice sounded as if it had already reverberated against the walls before it reached Willow’s ears. “For taking my life I can forgive, but to take my son I cannot.”
Willow just stared at the ghostly Akela and said, “Umbra will be a better mother than you. You could not even save yourself.” As she Willow finished she drew the curtains and blocked Akela's view. Willow dragged Z’ev’s crib to the other side of the room. A ghostly wail ensued and then almost Akela said in an almost demonic tone, “So be it, You take what is mine, I take what is yours.”
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[Nyxanna ab'Arawn]

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Nyxanna slumped against the column she was now chained to, as she had been working feverishly on those ropes and they had come free. She had almost tasted sweet freedom when the guard had noticed her non-tied status and shackled her with heavy chains. The chains hurt and they rubbed her raw. Any reagents she had on her had long since been taken, and this small mage was weighted down by the heavy metal of her shackles. She stared out at the desolation around the building she was in. Everything seemed destroyed. She laid her face against the cool stone.
Yet it was not so bad, her mind wandered off, she thought of her grandmother proud and strong sitting on her throne in Umbra. She thought of her father commanding his armies and the smell of the freshly turned dirt as the warriors trained. She remembered her mother feeding Tyranis yet another one of her concoctions and she laughed as tyranis stared down at the meal full dread. It was surely poisoned once again. Her laughter drifted thru the building, bouncing off the walls making her guard turn and stare at her oddly.

Nyxannas thoughts and memories swirled and she remembered Willow hugging her tightly not so many days ago. The hug changed and she looked up upon her grandfather and he was smiling down at her blue eyes brightly crinkled. His white hair streaming down his shoulders, so much like her own...

Its okay grandfather, I am okay..... As she said the words softly to herself she saw a flash of Jonathan Strathmore in her mind, he was going out and strapping his quiver full of arrows to his back.