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Old 06-23-2009, 01:10 AM   #393 (permalink)
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Niola walked slowly behind Nel and Cyr, making sure they were in a close enough distance in order to come to their aid, in case someone suprises them with an attack. Never-the-less, Niola's golden hues locked onto the ground before her, tracing the motion of her feet. She had told herself many times to turn away from the earth and stare into the heavens, but her head felt too heavy. Glancing up every now and then, Niola finally stopped and stood a few feet in front of Cyr. His condition was getting worse, and Niola did not know if there was a healing spell strong enough to counter the poison. Still, Niola prayed that Nel could save Cyr.

"Poison or not, I believe Nel can save you," Niola admitted, half aware that she said. "You can't disregard any chances of living when your life is on the line. So, just keep your spirit up and try to be optimistic."

Niola could sense the drained tone in her voice, as though she were suggesting for Cyr to do something she couldn't. Not wanting to sound like a depressed child, Niola simply smiled as best she could at Nel before her eyes filled with emptiness once more. For some reason, she could not put on the grinning mask that fooled so many people so many times. Her mask had cracked, and now Niola felt completely vulnerable. The disconnected chains that were hidden up until now were suddenly visible, revealed by the glazed coating over her eyes. Biting her lip, Niola turned ubruptly around, her back now facing Cyr and Nel.

"Why do you struggle so much to gain a solid relationship with them?" A mocking voice echoed in her head, the same tone of her child self. "You know you can never step into their territory of reality. If you do, your so-called friends will lose their life, just like you mother and fa-"

"STOP IT!" Niola screamed in her head, trying to ward off the memory of her destroyed village, caused by her own hands. The voice of her younger self no longer spoke, but a soft giggle continued to bounce about her head.

((OOC: Short... :/ Siberius shall be missed, but I am running out of ideas as well. ))
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