Passage 18 D

The Girl sat fittingly upon a heavily embroidered chair, with her hands folded neatly upon her blue pleated skirt. Her sage-silver hair was flowing in the wind like waves upon the sea. "May I join you?" The Girl's face tipped upwards immediately, though her eyes were closed over, an expressionless calm falling over her features. "Presley Lamient!" She said in a soft-spoken tone. Lamient settled herself down into the chair opposite the girl with her legs crossed over, her face calm yet slightly stony. "I heard that you took project over my brother recently." Lamient said, her face impassive. "And I have a message for you're master."

The girl inclined her head questioningly and Lamients eye's narrowed. "Tell Mavis to stop sticking her pretty little face in places she doesn't belong!" The girl flinched as if she'd been struck, her left hand darting into her skirt pocket. Lamient arched her eyebrow sardonically. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." She had hardly finnished speaking however, when the world fizzed out into a blank wasteland. Everything seemed to have been covered in a vast blanket of white, filled with hovering black stars that glimmered ominously in the darkened aura that they inflicted. Lamient still sat calmly upon her stool, sipping a mug of steaming tea that a moment before had been the girls. Suddenly, a streak of silver flashed straight towards Lamient's heart, its edge dead-set. Lamient easily caught the knife and plunged it a nearby star, sending the whole world into a shimmering mess. "Want me to gauge in deeper?" She called.

Immediately, the world simmered back into existence, though the air still had a slightly frothy haze. The girl was still sitting down, though her lower lip was trembling and a heavy golden locket was settled upon her lap. Lamient smiled in satisfaction. " I do like obedience from my subjects." She said, making the girl quiver slightly, Lamients grin widening. "I trust my message will be delivered."

As Lamient walked away, the girl opened her eyes. Her stunningly beautiful Golden Eyes.

Five Years Ago

The camp was dark and quite, and the Warlocks slept. Up on the hill, watching (gives sense of mystery and unease) them, a man golden eyes pulled the collar of his coat tighter in a vain to stave off the cold. His fingers and toes were already numb. His teeth were starting to chatter. How many times he had been in similar circumstances, enduring discomfort while he waited for the perfect time to strike. More than he could remember, that was for sure. It was worth it, of course. It was always worth it.

There was movement behind him, but he didn't turn. He recognised the footsteps. "I didn't think you were coming."

The old man stopped beside him, cupped his hands and blew them to warm them. "I had visitors." He said. His voice was rough. Words scraped from his throat. "The Skeleton Detective and a girl. She has old blood in her. Ancient blood, I reckon. She's Dangerous

"She's thirteen years old. She's a child."

"She wont stay a child. A few more years and she'll be a threat, you mark my words."

"Consider them marked," Said the man with the golden eyes. What had Madame Mist said about the torment? Once upon a time, he'd been formidable, he'd been dangerous, but he was an old man now, a good blade that had lost it's edge. Maybe she was right. "These plans of yours," The Torment said, "The plans you've made with my fellow Children of the Spider, These are good plans. They will suffice."

The campgrounds were still and silent, and the Oni slept. Up upon the hill, gazing out upon them, Nazologia extended an arm to frame the harvest-yellow moon that alight the sky. It was peaceful up here. The wind corresponded with the earth perfectly. Balanced. How many times had he endured the endangering reality of his own misfortune? The second time this Era in-fact. It was worth it however, of course it was, he was going to enjoy this meeting. There was movement behind him, though he didn't turn. He knew those footsteps. "I didn't think you would actually meet with me." Said a voice behind him. Nazologia smiled, though the visitor couldn't see him do so. Nazologia did not respond. The visitor limped over to stand beside him. Limped? No, it was an act. A good one at that. Hadn't Rijks once told him about Vereque? The formidable DarkMage intent on bringing death to The Mortal Races. He found it quite disgusting. This man was not worthy of balance. Vereque cupped his hands and blew in to warm them.

Vique Pelduma

Mavis looked out upon the campgrounds, her plum-pink hair rippling out behind her in the wind.

Adventas stood in an abyss of reflection. Kaleidoscopes of light shimmered down from what would have been the sky. It was filled with gleaming black stars, all emitting an aura of dark energy.