A Return (previously contacted mod/admin)

[Talbot Linsorim]

She swayed slightly, having seperated form her power sources so long- having drained all she could from herself, simply to be taken over again. She wanted to sleep so badly, but found she could not. Standing in the rain, arms outstretched and eyes shut as tears of long anguish streaming down her face as she was being torn apart from the inside out. Blood stained the corners of her mouth- the abilities of the gene, the curse given to her by her father was too much for her to bear.

She had left him behind after their last conflict, her heart- her true heart ached with such hatred and sorrow she wanted to simply lay on the ground and cease to exsist. She missed the feelings of joy she shared with him- the tight hugs, kind words, gentle kisses. Her true heart slammed and shattered against her chest as blood stained cloth, once a deep green plastered against her flesh. The rain made tight golden curls knot and twist into matted muddy masses, her clothing gained new colors amongst the old and new blood the earth having found need to mix her rouge into the mix.

As the rain pounded down on her flesh and the cloth which covered it, a wordless cry which had swelled in the depths of her chest and echoed though her very being forced its way past her cut and chapped lips- a soft scream of heart anguishing agony echoed into the raining depths of the seemingly endless storm. It was here in this blood tainted mud pit where she knelt, her hands digging into the earth. She could slowly feel the stone falling from her eyes, the steel gray which held the only bit of her mother dripped down her face- a mark, a true sign of her true self slipping finally away.

[The Watcher]

Isis had felt an unease about the academy for the last day or so. A curse was coming. But not just any cure but the one of a young girl and former student. Left, she had to find a cure and come back now without one. But that was before Isis had joined the staff here at the prestigious Arcane Academy.

In fact, had the woman been here at all the girl would have never left. She would have been able to cure the girl and her life would have moved on as normal. But luckily she was here now. The girl would not lose her true self though she was comeing so close it was fearful that another minute wasted would not be granted. This was something that required her immediate attention and so she would give it.

It was this reason that Isis stood in a raincoat out in the pouring rain waiting for this girl. Underneath the tree she leaned out of sight as the poor individual came into sight. Isis shook her head. That curse was a mighty bad one and she could see the anguish that it had caused on the young girls face. She stepped out into the rain as the young girl fell and she walked no longer in that soft sexual manner she tended to have but in a deliberate manner.

"This is gonna hurt like hell girl, but you will thank me later." she said sadly.

Black lightning fell from the sky and hit the girl square in the chest. The electricity tainted by Isis's black and blood magics went through her entire system litterally killing and burning the genes and the curse. However, this would cause the girl immense pain and despite that fact she would be out for the next few days in the hospital wing recovering. It was no easy matter to cure a curse of generations, yet it was her duty as a teacher to help guide her students and keep them from harm.

And so her choice had become. Cure the girl. Or turn her away from the academy so she could not taint the other students. Five minutes the electricity surged through the young blonde's body. Five full minutes of ultimate torture. But Isis sensed that the ultimate torture, emotionally had already been lived through, so this physical, was mere childs' play. When the lightning disappeared Isis picked up the girl.

"Hospital wing with you, little one." she said with a wink of her crystaline blue eyes. Isis began heading back towards the academy. The girl was cured. She would taint no one. And her life would resume. The pain of the memories would always remain. Yet, she was healthy once more that, in Isis's mind, was all that really mattered.