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[NightShade]

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It was five minutes to midnight. The air was clear and the stars shown hatefully above her head. She knew it was cold out, frost covered the tendrils of Nightshade plants around her. She peered anxiously at the deep red leaves of her plant.

The bloom would not budge. She looked at the time again.... Four minutes to midnight. Sighing heavily her green eyes scouring the landscape she still saw nothing. It was quiet, very quiet for so bright a night.

She knelt down by the plant and caressed the tips of the leaves practically cooing over it, as a mother would a newborn babe. A drop of blood dripped from its velvety softness to the ground. She smiled and checked the time again. Three minutes to midnight.

Shade was not herbalist, she had no green thumb her only success with plants came from the poisonous ones. They responded to her whether she strangled the life from them,starved them of water, it mattered not. They grew in her care, her presence was part of them. Two minutes to midnight.

She was doing something dangerous, she was mixing to entities, life and unlife, birth and death. Yet that was her job. She began her incantation, the bloom slowly starting to open. One minute to midnight...

It emerged from the bloom a small creature, it was no pixie, nor fairy, nor benevolent plant spirit. It was bones covered with muscles, a red leathery flesh upon it. In all cases horrific.

Midnight had come at last.

The mutated creature did not survive. It gasped with large gaping eyes at its benefactress. The oxygen in the air killing it. If only she could give it what it needed. Yet she had no breath to enable it. It grew still in her hand.

One minute past midnight....again....

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