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[Ivae Z'ress]

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Shimmering chocolate hair whipped around her head and stung as it slapped her cheeks, caught in the wind caused by the speed of her galloping mount. Laughing, she brushed it back haphazardly, running a hand loosely through her tresses before taking hold of the mare’s mane with both hands again. Green eyes sparkling, she spotted whom she was looking for. The man stood at the edge of the fence that surrounded their home. She smiled, removing a hand from the mare again, waving gaily and then blew a dramatic kiss to the man who caught it and sent one back.

Breathless, she slowed her mount to a stop next to the fence, and slid from her back, moving into the man’s strong arms. The side of her face pressed against his neck as she embraced him tightly.

“Oh Darrien, love” She murmured, gently kissing his neck, her eyes closed in contentment.

He smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head lovingly, his hands slowly moving up and down her back, holding her closely. My dear Elizabeth After a moment, he slowly walked with her into the house, the two chatting happily, a feeling of everlasting love emanating around them.

Fear, death, chaos……

Screams echoed through the darkness, the very marrow of her bones feeling as though it were crawling towards the surface, searching for the sweet release it would get as it broke through the confines of skin. She could see their tortured faces in her mind’s eye, calling, reaching out, a sea of lost souls, forever destined to swim in the fire’s that bound them.

The power that bound them all was limitless, and she could see no escape for the damned. Mourning filled her very being as she rattled off a silent prayer to the God’s to ease their suffering, although she knew it would not come.

These images burned in Ivae’s feverish mind as she tossed and turned in her bed, her small baby Mirima laid next to her. Sweat beaded on her pale skin and her mouth was slightly opened, a raspy breathing accompanying her racing heart. A pale tongue flicked out, running along her dry lips, her fingers grasping the sheets on the bed. Her head tossed back and forth as though by this simple movement she could bring herself into the conscious world and save herself the torture of the memories.

Slowly, she rose to a sitting position, and as her eyes opened, they burned solid black. Gone were the shimmering emeralds that normally marked her face, now, a void was apparent. Looking down, she stared for a full moment at the child sleeping next to her, and without emotion rose from the bed. Pulling the dyes from the table across the room, she returned, diligently drawing an elaborate skull in blood red ink on the child’s stomach. The dyes she placed back on the table and herself returned to bed. The next four hours she slept peacefully, and when she awoke in the morning, cuddling her little girl, her scream of genuine terror could be heard throughout the lands. She would find who had marked her child, and they would pay.
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