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Post by wingedwarrior on May 21, 2009 11:35:20 GMT -5
DeAnne knew she had to leave Earth. They were after her---her father's men and God's too. She knew that Daemon's mission was to reap her soul and knew the poor dear couldn't bare to and was probably killed off by her father. How she did miss him and his skeptic jokes and how he felt so betrayed by realizing who she really was (but the boy couldn't help himself, he loved her too much). Now, it was time to go, no point of having her old man beat her. She had to do it now, it was perfect with mystic powers on her side. She began to cast the warping spell. The clouds began to darken slowly forming into a skull and eating up the silver crested moon as if it were a slice of cheese. It grinned at DeAnne after and swallowed her too. The men of God and the Devil thought she had fallen over the cliff and died. They let her be.
But she wasn't dead. Not ever near that. How naive humans were--they hadn't even had a kiss from death and deeply assume that a creature like her was delicate as an antic vase. She was from from that, yes delicate she seemed but looks are deceiving.
She had been transported into a realm unknown to her, something resembling earth but not quite. She was in a room, the bed seemed to be tilted over and a symbol carved in the middle of the room, she was too weak at this moment to care and had slipped into unconsciousness.
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