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Introduction gone awry Morning magic gathers like mist invading her vestal image as she inhales the nectar of mana. The ritual unfolds as I peer through the haze the taste of my own spell lingers in my mind. A coven of pixies, their magic blinking like a thousand fireflies, drape a silver cloak upon her shoulders. A red streak of lightning flashes through her eyes as a soft sigh escapes her lips and blood dribbles down her chin. She catches the serum with her finger and smears it into her mouth, the bitter poison blinds her as if I never existed. The cloak wavers behind her like a snowstorm as she fades into the forest and is lost to my sight. The blizzard enthralls my thoughts and I’m left to wonder if I had announced my presence would she had noticed. -Triston Click here to return to timeline |