Lying in her bed, eyes blank, she appears to stare at the ceiling, her breaths are shallow making it seem as if the life had left her body. While she appeared to be either dead or sleeping, her mind was raging with multiple thoughts, some of them concerning the people she had to hurt to keep safe, others about her position and purpose in the church. Many other thoughts similar to those weaved a net through her mind causing her emotions to ebb and wane, along with her emotions, and in sync with them, dark hued colors surround her hands flaring to life and dying down again. Without warning tears well up in her eyes and flow down the side of her face soaking into her hair and pillow.
Slowly she begins to stir and extracts herself from the sheets of her bed and moves to the Mirror. The mirror, built for either a human or elf, showed her reflection of tangled hair, red rimmed eyes, and the scars she has acquired through her life along with the tattoos on her face. As she stares solemnly at herself she fingers the only item on her person, an amulet. As her gaze falls on the amulet her eyes again fill with tears and she collapses, falling to her knees sobbing quietly as memories bombard her. Memories of the only true happiness she has known, the memories of her Handsome. Silent and strong, and in her eyes perfect............
Slowly she begins to stir and extracts herself from the sheets of her bed and moves to the Mirror. The mirror, built for either a human or elf, showed her reflection of tangled hair, red rimmed eyes, and the scars she has acquired through her life along with the tattoos on her face. As she stares solemnly at herself she fingers the only item on her person, an amulet. As her gaze falls on the amulet her eyes again fill with tears and she collapses, falling to her knees sobbing quietly as memories bombard her. Memories of the only true happiness she has known, the memories of her Handsome. Silent and strong, and in her eyes perfect............
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