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suspecting and suspicious ." Samanthŕa moved her four- poster bed with a wave of her hand. Marching forward, she checked the ornate tapestry behind it. No one ever expected anything to be underneath or behind the bed, since it was big enough to sleep seven. The sides were layered with thick burgund y curtains to offer privacy, warmth , and concealment .
The tapestry Samanthŕa peeked behind, had the image of a pale, dark haired woman, entangled in a vine of bleeding roses . It was a clever way of hid ing a secret entrance Samanthŕa created not long ago with the help of her mother's power . It was a means of escape if Dĩas ever meant to enter her chamber uninvited . . . if not some other meaning to do her harm.
Since its creation, Samanthŕa used the tunnels often to spy on Dĩas and the Elders. They also proved useful when she needed to sneak away , as was the case tonight. Dĩas had imbu ed the secret passageways with some sort of enchantment so that no one w ould use them, particularly Samanthŕa . However, Chymeŕah gave her daughter a spell so that the enchantment had no effect on her and anyone in her company . And since Dĩas had done the enchantments long before even his mind could remember, he never thought to check them, or suspect their use.
Once again, thank yo u , mother . Samanthŕa smiled to herself just as s he wrapped her cloak tight and started to enter . . . but a nother arctic sensation of wariness made her pause . She snapped herself around , hearing Dezarãe ’s voice change to something dark . . . something grim .
" Something’s been unleashed --” Dezarãe’s eyes became sallow while the tone of her bray was somewhat appalling . “ It’s awakened from its cursed sleep. From a distant realm it travels to us now . . . on e” --she began to spin around the room like a mad woman -- “ two -- I feel many, but not certain o f the number of them . . . I see eyes, summo ning me… beckoning …. I-- " Dezarãe froze abruptly .
Samanthŕa grabbed and shook her, yanking her back to her senses. Anxiety swallowed her up for a moment.
" Be still your visions , s ister , e specially when the moment of your A wakening is so near!" Samanthŕa worried that Dezarãe was connecting to something that would change her life completely . It was possibl y the one who would A waken her , d rawing him to her like air to flame . Or it could have been the enchantment of something even more dangerous , especially when a storm like this one threatened the real . Who knew whether this was Dezarãe’s A wakener or the hand that wielded the storm? Anything could be me ddl ing with her -- and since she was speak ing of cursed sleep, Samanthŕa wasn’t taking any chances
" What … what happened ?" Her sister staggered and fell on to the bed. H er eyes returned to their normal color . Visions sometimes made her black out. They sometimes took her body over, possessing her , controlling her.
"You were speaking strangely , ” Samanthŕa warned . "About those eyes again. Something is coming, has awakened and so on . " Dezarãe was always speaking of eyes , but not the same ones that haunted Samanthŕa's dreams. The eyes, which haunted Dezarãe’s, were green. A strange pair haunted each of her six sisters. This dreaming of eyes was common for most A wakening Vii s , even if Samanthŕa's didn't promise such a successful conclusion . “ Tonight is not a good time for visions .”
With those words, a dispirit ing coldness passed through the room and up their backs . It seemed to be the repetitive flavor of the night. It lingered for a moment against their flesh , so Samanthŕa waved, giving energy to the fire. It burst from the
The tapestry Samanthŕa peeked behind, had the image of a pale, dark haired woman, entangled in a vine of bleeding roses . It was a clever way of hid ing a secret entrance Samanthŕa created not long ago with the help of her mother's power . It was a means of escape if Dĩas ever meant to enter her chamber uninvited . . . if not some other meaning to do her harm.
Since its creation, Samanthŕa used the tunnels often to spy on Dĩas and the Elders. They also proved useful when she needed to sneak away , as was the case tonight. Dĩas had imbu ed the secret passageways with some sort of enchantment so that no one w ould use them, particularly Samanthŕa . However, Chymeŕah gave her daughter a spell so that the enchantment had no effect on her and anyone in her company . And since Dĩas had done the enchantments long before even his mind could remember, he never thought to check them, or suspect their use.
Once again, thank yo u , mother . Samanthŕa smiled to herself just as s he wrapped her cloak tight and started to enter . . . but a nother arctic sensation of wariness made her pause . She snapped herself around , hearing Dezarãe ’s voice change to something dark . . . something grim .
" Something’s been unleashed --” Dezarãe’s eyes became sallow while the tone of her bray was somewhat appalling . “ It’s awakened from its cursed sleep. From a distant realm it travels to us now . . . on e” --she began to spin around the room like a mad woman -- “ two -- I feel many, but not certain o f the number of them . . . I see eyes, summo ning me… beckoning …. I-- " Dezarãe froze abruptly .
Samanthŕa grabbed and shook her, yanking her back to her senses. Anxiety swallowed her up for a moment.
" Be still your visions , s ister , e specially when the moment of your A wakening is so near!" Samanthŕa worried that Dezarãe was connecting to something that would change her life completely . It was possibl y the one who would A waken her , d rawing him to her like air to flame . Or it could have been the enchantment of something even more dangerous , especially when a storm like this one threatened the real . Who knew whether this was Dezarãe’s A wakener or the hand that wielded the storm? Anything could be me ddl ing with her -- and since she was speak ing of cursed sleep, Samanthŕa wasn’t taking any chances
" What … what happened ?" Her sister staggered and fell on to the bed. H er eyes returned to their normal color . Visions sometimes made her black out. They sometimes took her body over, possessing her , controlling her.
"You were speaking strangely , ” Samanthŕa warned . "About those eyes again. Something is coming, has awakened and so on . " Dezarãe was always speaking of eyes , but not the same ones that haunted Samanthŕa's dreams. The eyes, which haunted Dezarãe’s, were green. A strange pair haunted each of her six sisters. This dreaming of eyes was common for most A wakening Vii s , even if Samanthŕa's didn't promise such a successful conclusion . “ Tonight is not a good time for visions .”
With those words, a dispirit ing coldness passed through the room and up their backs . It seemed to be the repetitive flavor of the night. It lingered for a moment against their flesh , so Samanthŕa waved, giving energy to the fire. It burst from the
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