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[Lady Tempest]

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Foxy wanders home from a long day of training with the militia, thinking to herself how boring her sword and shield have made her after all these years of war and combat.



She arrives to her keep and gets a glass of water then takes a sip. " I think ll go upstairs and rest."
Plopping herself in a chair her mind begins to wander and she begins to think of her mother. "I do miss you, I wish I could hear you're inspiring words of wisdom and feel you're love and warmth in these trying times. There is so much my heart yearns to tell you."




* a soft breeze flows through the open window and the smell of fresh roses dance around her*



Foxy's eyes fill with tears as she new her mother was in the realm of the dead but cant understand what was going on. Is this a dream?



Her hands then start to burn and turn to a fiery red. A glow radiates from them. Not understanding what was going on she gasps and rubs them together trying to make it stop but the glow intensified into a flaming ball. "Vas Flam!" came from her lips as if second nature or a distant memory long forgotten.. A ball of fire flew across the room hitting a book case and burning it to a crispy ashy mess on the floor. She then realized this was indeed no dream.. She scurried down to a dusty foot locker where her mothers treasures and belongings were stored. She digs around frantically looking for an item then pulls out her mothers spell-book, she gently blows a thick layer of dust then wipes off the cover with her sleeve, just then a note falls from the pages. "To my daughter Foxy, learn from this and grow, you and you alone will know when the time is right to discover your true potential."