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Re: Candle Light

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Blight walked into the darker area, and it honestly put the pathfinder on edge. Something felt wrong here, someone didn't want people to come here. Or was trying to keep something in. Both where not good options, but he pushed onward. His hand never leaving is crossbow's handle. It there was ever a metal you would want when up against any type of spirit, than it would be silver. It was one of the few physical items that can harm them.

Miranda was sticking close behind him, she jumped at the slightest of noise. After awhile the reached a small office area. The dwindling sunlight was now gone, leaving the torches as the only source of light, making a more ominous atmosphere. Scanning the room for any potential dangers, the anomaly saw nothing. He kept his guard up, just to be sure, "All clear. But keep on your toes all the same, we don't know what's here." Blight told the group as he slowly walked to the desk, if he learned anything in his long life, it's that desks always had something of importance either in them or will point you in the right direction.
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Re: Candle Light

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Blight pushed forward - into the absolute darkness. He also Imagestarted to hear noises - was his mind playing tricks on him? He already felt, something was really not ok here. It was a pressure he could feel, a pressure of an evil presence. It definitely did not want them to enter this room, or go any further. After Blight arriving in front of the desk, all torches in the room went out. The laughing of a small girl could be heard echoing through the hall. Miranda already was on the verge of fading - however the events to happen next would leave her unconcious.

From the corner of his eye, Blight could spot a figure standing in the darkness in the corner of the hall. It was a figure of a little girl, looking straight at him. After him moving his eye to look at her however, he could see nothing. Gone! He could remember feeling as though the girl was smiling. After a few seconds upon turning his head in the direction of the corner, where the little girl seemingly was first, Blight finally noticed another personality from the corner of his eye. It was standing right behind him, watching at the desk. Blight made a step back and turned towards this one. This time he could clearly see the outlines of a little girl, holding a teddy. The girl showed an evil smile on and raised her hand pointing Blights attention to the desk, now behind him. It seems it was not going to attack him, or had any intentions of doing so. The shadow patiently waited for Blight to look at the desk.

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Everything happened within few seconds. Blight had only time to react to what was unfolding before him. Unable to do anything, he slowly turned his head towards the desk. What the visitors saw on the board, caused a feeling of impending danger. The word 'Run', written with blood now decorated the once empty desk. Upon them seeing the writing, multiple voices could be heard all around the hall. Snipletts of sentences, cries and indescernible murmurs and whisper sounds filled the hall, amplified by the echoing effect. The parts of sentences Blight heard weren't aggressive - the voices only asked for help: 'Help me' , or 'Free us'. Other voices just read the writings on the desk 'Run'. Blight could however also hear hints hidden within the orchestre of voices and whispers: 'the darkness swallowed what you seek' and 'to find it follow into the darkness'. Something caused Blight to think twice about those. The room contained too many restless souls, suppressed by one strong presence. Obviously this very hall had some history - and it wasn't good. At this moment Blight realized, they shouldn't have entered this room. The group rushed towards the doors, through which they entered, only to see them shutting with a strong force. The strong, evil presence took control over the situation. After this the spirits grew more aggressive. The books started to fall out of the shelves, hovering in the mid air. Shortly after, the mass of hovering books started whirling around the center of the hall.

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and disappearing again. It seems the spirits had troubles materializing in this world. Their outlines however let conclude nothing good will happen, if they actually succeeded at it. Then they suddenly stopped appearing. Instead a giant cloud of dark matter started accumulating in the center of the hall, the books whirling around it. Obviously the stronger presence started materializing itself. Succeeding at it, it would draw the weaker restless spirits into itself, strenghtening it in the process. At this point Miranda couldn't resist her fears any longer. She fainted leaning to the wall, accidently pulling the silhouette of what seemed to be a torch - Blight couldn't discern it very well in the total darkness. The act of Mirandas fainting, seemed to shed some hope on the situation of the trapped group, as the pulling of the torch oppened a secret passage. It was hidden behind a bookshelve, moving in the process. However it also meant, somebody had to carry Miranda now, since she was unconcious. And this somebody had to be Blight, as he was the only one able to see her. The secret passage layed on the other side of the room. To move there, the group had to pass through the middle of the hall.

Image It didn't seem Blight could fight the spirits by any materialistic means - and also not in this darkness. He lifted Miranda on his shoulder and run right through the black cloud - his men followed him. While running, he took a notice of the outlines of the figure forming. It was an older girl with long hair. It seemed strange to Blight, as he remembered the little girl from before, standing in front of the desk. It seems the little girl from before wasn't the strong presence Blight felt. Thinking about it - she even gave them the advise to run in the first place. Blight wondered, if she was also absorbed by the forming presence. Arriving at the entrance of the secret passage, Blight took a look ahead. Entering the passage would lead the group into an even heavier darkness, staying in the room however - they would have to fight the evil presence. They had no way of knowing what their choice would bring them. Descending the stairs of the secret passage could lead them to an even worse situation. Blight had to decide - and that in a fraction of a second. He took a look back as the evil presence was already finishing to form. It was a monster, in form of a human being, looking at him with empty red eyes. Something pulled Blights sleeve. Looking down Blight saw the little girl from before, already materialized. The girl looked up to Blight: "Please, help me, Mister!".

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"Please help me, Mister! - Don't leave me here with her!"
Blight remembered, the hints:
'the darkness swallowed what you seek'
'to find it follow into the darkness'
If you happen to have a riddle for me - i will gladly accept your offer
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Re: Candle Light

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Blight looked at the young girl, then to the older one and back again. He thought back to the hints, the information he was seeking was taken by the darkness. But in this situation he had no idea what this 'darkness' looked like. Blight hated not knowing things that are considered important. Blight need time to process the given information, the anomaly drew on the power of his pawn casting a grey light in the room as time stopped.

Looking at his crossbows, Blight concluded that he couldn't uses them. He would have to put Miranda down for his reload, and the pathfinder didn't want to risk what would happen. His sword was his only option of anything that was either offensive or defensive. Letting time run normally, the light that was produced disappeared making it appear as a quick bust of light to everyone present.

The older girl flinched at the light, as did the younger one. Pulling out his sword the room was filled with a green glow, both girls flinched at the new light source, whether or not it was for the same reason was beyond the young deity-to-be. All he knew was that he didn't trust either of them, and with Miranda in the condition she was in...well let's just say that he was a bit paranoid at either girls presence.

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Re: Candle Light

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All he knew was that he didn't trust either of them, and with Miranda in the condition she was in...well let's just say that he was a bit paranoid at either girls presence. Though, maybe this was exactly what he should be. Blight turned to the secret passage. The light from his blade was swallowed completely. The stairs led down to the perfect darkness. Holding Miranda, he sarted to descend down the stairs, remembering the hints. He took a look back at the two girls, who just stood there, without moving at all. It seems something prevented them from following Blight and his men. The were literally bound to this hall, it seems. Blight took a note on the obscure hall. Something must have happened there. This library was definetely not your usual literature storage point. It seemed to have developed a live on its own.

Moving ahead, a blue light could be seen at the very bottomImage of the staircase. Except for that it was so dark, that nothing could be seen - not even the stairs themselves. The situation reminded Blight of moths, flying to the light. Upon reaching the bottom, another hall greeted the visitors with a radiant blue light. It was a maze, a labyrinth made out of bookshelves, leaning on the cold stone walls. The hall was pretty vast, considering it was completely underground - or at least Blight thought so. It would take centuries to search even only the book titles. Having a feeling, that the information he looked for, wasn't here Blight wandered aimlessly around the maze. After some time, he stopped, wondering what he was actually doing. If it was a maze, wandering around cluelessly wasn't going to make it. Blight felt an urgent need to think before he acted. At least some ideas came to his mind instantly:....

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Re: Candle Light

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If the information he wanted was in the dark, maybe he should follow the darkest path. This in mind the pathfinder looked around the cross section he was in, light came from the North, East, and West halls so he took the South hall and followed it. After a couple of hours of walking through the dark passages, the anomaly and co. found themselves at a, admittedly, intimidating door.

The door was ass big as the room and a wide as two bookcases. On the center of the door was symbols for chess pieces, white, black, and grey where all recognized in the engraving. Holding out his left hand his pawn emblem started to glow, when he placed his hand on the door a shock-wave blasted out. Most, if not all, the men that accompanied Blight were knocked off their feet, while Blight held his ground. He wouldn't let himself fall over while he carried his guardian.

The symbols on the door started to glow their respective colors, and the grey pawn heard the sound of locks coming undone. After two minutes of waiting, the doors opened inward, revealing another, and the only thing in it was a book on a pedestal. Blight was on his guard again, the last time he grabbed something of a pedestal, he ended up blacking out and appeared out side of a cave. He made sure to warn his men.

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Re: Candle Light

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Upon the large doors opening inwards, Blight could see the outlines of a pedestal amidst the lifting dust. On the pedestal a thick and ancient looking book was placed. It was a wise decision on Blights part not to touch the object. Upon closer examination, the pages, the book was opened on, were totally empty. Blight proceeded observing the room they were in now. It was a corridor with countless doors to the right and to the left. Blight tried to read the labels attached to them. 'Blight', 'Miranda' and the names of his crew members being written on it, surprised the anomaly. He tried to push the door to 'his room' open. To his avail, the door wouldn't budge - closed. Blight turned his head to examine other doors. Ahead, there was a rather luxurious looking door, with the word 'Darkness' scratched into a sign on it. Below the sign a black figure could be seen. It was a pawn. Blight instantly thought about the little girl from before. However it couldn't be the right answer, since she obviously was bound to the dark hall from earlier. The book in the center of the room wasn't an option either, since it clearly looked like a trap. Think Blight, think...

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Re: Candle Light

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With his fifty odd years of knowledge, one would think that a puzzle such as this would be child's play to the pawn. It was not. This was very challenging, something he hadn't had in a long time. It was actually kinda fun, trying to solve the puzzles that were set up, using only the hints given. It made his adrenaline rush.

Looking around again, he went to Miranda's door and tried the handle. To his surprise the handle gave no resistance, so they where not allowed to go into their own doors, but they can enter someone else's? Interesting. Setting the white pawn down, the anomaly gently shook her shoulder.

After he waited a few moments, she started to wake up, "Mornin' sunshine." he whispered to her, no one else in the group could see her, so he spoke quietly to her, he didn't need the others to think he was going crazy. He explained the situation to her and what his plan was, he went through her door and she through his. There was no way of knowing what was on the other side of these doors, he wanted to make sure she was on board with this before anything else.

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Re: Candle Light

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Miranda seemed to come to her senses again. It was a rare occasion for her to actually fall unconcious. Her reaction upon awakening showed it very well. She shot straight up, resembling a soldier standing at attention. Maybe showing off how - obviously - everything was fine, was for her a way to cling to the belief being strong enough to protect Blight. Blight on his side had to repeatedly call her, for her to actually pay attention to what he was saying. After he caught her attention, Blight repeated his plan. It wasn't the best idea around, but it would work for the time being. Except... Miranda had something against it! "What? There's no way, i'm letting you into my room alone. Who knows what you'll find there! Also, do you expect me to go to yours? No no no no - no way!" - Mirandas head turned red, as she turned silent, obviously trying to concentrate: "There must be another way..."

After standing there for one minute, nobody could conclude a better plan. Blight put on an evil smile, turning the knob and repeatedly opening and closing the door to 'Mirandas room', obviously trying to tease Miranda. "No! Why does it have to be my room?" - Miranda jumped to the door behaving like a little kid, trying to get a hold of the knob. By doing so however, she accidently pushed Blight into the room.

Upon falling through the door, Blight found himself standing alone in and old and shabby room with some bookshelves. They books on them were covered by thick layers of dust and spiderwebs. Seems nobody cleaned here for a long time! The whole room evoked a feeling of an abandoned wooden shack. Only few rays of sunlight actually managed their way through the wooden desks, blocking the windows. The floor didn't feel safe also. Every aspect he saw, could cramble any second. Blight turned around to look at the door - no door - it was completely absent. Absent like the hall he came from and all his fellow companions. Only the landscape on the outside and the bright daylight met his eyes. But then suddenly his attention fell at the thing he was holding close to his chest, hugging it. It was a teddybear. The teddybear aside - Blight looked at his arms: those were clearly the arms of a little girl! Blight found himself being a little girl, holding a teddybear amidst an abandoned shack. The cruel ways of the fate playing with human minds like puppets surely at least surprised the anomaly. From all that he remembered, it was Mirandas room...

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Re: Candle Light

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Sighing, Blight looked around the room to find something of use. If the anomaly had learned anything in his life, it was that the most useful items are always hidden in plain sight. Though when said item looked like everything else it tends to make objectives a bit more difficult.

Reading the titles of the books, the pawn saw that the titles were either smudged to the point where they weren't legible, or not there at all. After walking around for a while, the shrunken man-turned-girl saw a book that had a readable title, Memories. Interesting, if this was what he thought t was than it would be useful for future reference.

Carefully climbing up to the book, the pathfinder managed to remove the book, "Now how to get-oh fuck" where the words that left his mouth as the bookcase started to fall towards him. Blight quickly pushed himself off the book case, setting it back into place, and landed none to gently on the ground. Nothing was broke, just bruised. When he opened the book, his thoughts where confirmed, this was a book of Miranda's memories. As Blight started to read, he wondered what Miranda was doing right now?

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Miranda dropped to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand: "How forcefull of me ..." She tried turning the door knob. It was no use - as Blight said, the visitors couldn't enter the rooms with their own names on the door signs. Some of Blights men examined the corridor meanwhile. One of them seemed to have found something, as he called out. And indeed, there was a door containing the word 'Anima' on its sign. Miranda looked to the other side of the corridor. On the other side a door with 'Enigma' on the sign was facing the 'Anima room'. "But.." - Miranda pointed her eyes on the 'darkness' inscription door. After thinking a bit, she tried to open the new found doors. All closed - no way of openning them without the right key...

The only room Miranda actually could enter, was the one with 'Blight' inscribed on the door sign. She turned the knob, entering: "Excuse my intrusion...". Miranda was hesitating first, but found the courage to enter after all.

Meanwhile in Mirandas room Blight was climbing the Imagebookshelf, which gave in under the new weight. Blight managed to snatch a book with the title 'Memories', before jumping off and stabilizing the shelf in the process. Since he couldn't reach it, Blight did notice the book falling on its own in his hand. It was, as if somebody pushed it down. Blight took a look at the position on the shelf, where the book was standing at. He saw a little fairy, hiding behind another book. She could easily fit on the palm of Blights current and fairly small hand. The fairy was curiously studying the visitor, who came to borrow one of the books. A moment of awkward silence occured -with both, the visitor and the fairy simply starring at each other. After some time the fairy realized being noticed and regained her composure. She moved out from behind the book and made a bow, introducing herself "Hello, visitor. Pardon me bothering you - it's just - i don't see visitors very often in this room of the library. What occasion might have led you here? Are you interested in the history of 'Miranda Maelstrom' - oh, are you acquainted in some way? You know, there aren't a lot people, she lets enter, especially not in her former body - she must trust you fairly well... . Blight was wondering of how the fairy than got into the room. More so, she mentioned this being a room of the library- did she know about it? The fairy just smiled at him, awaiting the answer patiently.

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Blight's attention moved back to the fairy, he had a few questions about it, but he figured he should answer it's questions first, "In order, I'm trying to find out how to open a door that is labeled Darkness, Miranda is my guardian angel, and she actually didn't want me to enter, but I just teased her by opening and closing the door. She tried to stop me, and accidentally pushed me in." his pawn symbol started to act up, a grey light overcame his form.

After the light died down, the anomaly was himself again, albeit he was now a kid again. The age he was at was sometime before he lost his eye. The fact he could see out of both eyes was supported that fact well. It was a little disorientating, after years of only looking out of one eye to see out bother was a lot of stimuli.

He corrected this by closing his left eye, before turning his attention back to the fairy, "So, would yo-." he stopped mid sentence as he froze. He was a kid again, that meant he never hit puberty, therefor his voice never deepened...." ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!? I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HEAR THIS SQUEAKY VOICE EVER AGAIN!!! THE ONE GOOD THIN' THAT CAME OUT OF THAT FUCKIN' BULLSHIT KNOWN AS PUBERTY!!! NOW I SOUND LIKE A FUCKIN' CHILD!!!! 'M SIXTY-EIGHT YEARS OLD!!!! I SHOULDN' SOUND LIKE DEM FUCKIN' FIV YEAR OL KIZ!!!!" as he raged his manner of speaking went from his refined self, to how he used to talk as a kid, shortening words and cursing like a sailor. The fairy could have sworn she saw the child breath fire, but that was most likely a trick of the light.

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Seeing Blight cursing around like an old sailor- the fairy was left speechless. Shortly after, she regained her ability to think and speak again: "Ahem!...Sir, If you could... lower your voice please - we are in a library after all. You see, if Miranda didn't want you to be here, you wouldn't! Don't blame me - this is just how this library works. As for the room with the 'Darkness' inscription - did you try to knock? The principal tends to close himself in, since a certain incedent happened - you should ask him personally about the details. Also - do you hold a grudge against young beings? I find the voice adorable actually..."

The fairy sat down on the shelf, letting her tiny feet dangle: "Aren't you familiar with the library, mister? Since i work here, i might be of some help - don't you think?" - she tilted her head, giving off a smile.

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Blight reluctantly started to quiet down, if he stayed like this then he would kill so many people. He almost smashed his head against the wall, all he had to do was knock on the door? How was he supposed to know that? When the fairy commented on his voice he started to pout, "M ot adorbial. 'M ba ass." he spoke in his broken way. Why he spoke like this most likely comes from the fact that his brain was wired to speak like that. Or the de-aging put him back into a childish mind set.

The anomaly was tempted to accept help, but his mindset as a kid was to never trust those who offer help for free. Everyone wants something. Those who 'help' out of kindness usually get taken advantage of, most end up dead. Blight should know, he coned people out of their money and food. He was like a fox, make up a little sob story, make the person feel sorry of him and invite him into their home. When Blight entered he would pretend to be the purest little cinnamon roll, wait for them to fall asleep, then rob them blind.

His child mind set really wanted to do the same. Make a small, but believable, sob story and get to where he needed to go and then take what he wanted and then get the hell out of dodge. But resisted, he wanted to play this smart, not risky. Looking back at the fairy the young boy nodded, "Elp 'indin' som' 'ook be 'prec'." he had a strong gut feeling that this change was permanent. The fairy asked for the name of said book, he told her the book's name, it was tough to say the entire name without abbreviating it.

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"Hmm - you're looking for a book? So what book is it? " - The fairy asked calmly, before putting on an evil smile, teasing Blight: "Little red riding hood, the sleeping beauty, or maybe more befitting your tastes: snow white and the seven 'dwarfs'." The fairy put quite an emphasis on the word 'dwarfs', looking at Blight. "Since you are in her room now, you'll need to tell me what side of her you desire, human!" - said the fairy playfully, winking at Blight.

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The young boy's right eye twitched at the fairy's teasing, his hand slowly itching toward's one of his crossbows. Only for it to be gone. Right, he didn't have any of his weapons until latter in life. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he spoke, "Lookin' fo' 'Eternal Conflict. Kno' it?" he shot back at her. This damn fairy, he should've just coned her and be done with it.

Honestly, he hoped that Miranda didn't have to deal with one of these fairy's. They were annoying pains in the ass, "Nd wh' da fuck yo' 'allen' 'uman?! 'M an anomly!!" he yelled at her. Library be damned, there wasn't anyone there besides them, unless there where ghosts, damn there better not be ghosts. His only defense against them is cursing them out. He really hoped that Miranda was having a better time.

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"Missing some revolvers cowboy? I'm so sorry - i felt a need for confiscating those. They looked dangerous -you'll understand... As for your 'issue' - i'm afraid i can't help you getting it, but i'll tell you where to look. Since you went right for the principals favourite - you might find it in his cabinet. This is Mirandas room and i'm managing everything considering her. 'The Eternal Conflict' is a chapter barely started within her memories. You'll not find any crucial information in those scrolls..." - the fairy seemed to be saddened after hearing about the 'Eternal Colflict'. She calmly stood up and continued to order books and scrolls on the shelf: "Tell me if you want to know something about Miranda - maybe i could be of some help than"

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Walking in to Blight's room, Miranda noticed the entire room looked to be in disarray, and she had been de-aged. Shelves where either tipped over, or in disrepair, books scattered over the floor, windows where bordered up from the outside, though all the glass was intact. Looking around the guardian found a book simply titled, 'Regrets and Sorrows'. Opening the book the young girl started to read.

It was a really heart-felt book, the main character was interesting, the plot was gripping, and the ending was tragic. Miranda closed the book and looked to see who the author was, 'Blight'. This shocked her, when had Blight wrote this? She never seen the anomaly pick up a pen and paper. She would have to ask him the moment they saw each other again. Maybe she would bring Blight his book.

Before the white pawn could do anything else, a red ball of light came speeding to her. The light dissipated she saw a red haired fairy. It's eyes where an emerald green and had a similar build to Blight, "Just what the hell are you doing here!?!?" the fairy asked in a harsh way, "You know what? I don't care. Who ever the fuck you are, you obviously have some connection to Blight or else you wouldn't be here." this fairy needed to see some sort of therapist, "Well I'm looking for a book mister-" the fairy rolled his eyes, "Name's Avo." looking grateful the pawn continued, "Mister Avo, do you know where the book, 'The Eternal Conflict' is by any chance?"

Sighing Avo just shook his head, "That's the boss man's favorite, so that definitely wouldn't be heard. I can answer anything you want to know on Blight. Anything else is a no-go." this wasn't really some thing she wanted to hear. Besides she was with Blight for a long time, if she wanted to she could make a multi-volume biography on him. She might just do that when ever she got the time. Could be a good way to pay the grey pawn back for teasing her.

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Re: Candle Light

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Seeing the tiny figure having a big mouth, Miranda couldn't help but find the fairy cute and adorable. The angel took up the fairys offer on the proposed information about Blight: "Well then, mr. Avo - tell me please about this whole anomaly thing... What exactly does it mean?" - she took a look around. The room was full of fallen and nearly destroyed shelfs, with books covering the floor: "Also, what happened here? - This doesn't look like your usual room in a library! What is your role here - what are you doing in Blights room? Do you manage this place?" - her eyes focussed the fairy. Judging by his 'way of expressing himself', Avo seemed to be the rebellious type. She decided not to ask about the book, she read earlier: "Regrets and Sorrows - huh? Everyone has secrets - i should ask him personally...". Additionally Miranda felt Avo not being the right kind of a person to discuss such sensitive topics with. Still, she was interested in the nature of the anomaly and the Blight she didn't know - so she reached out her open palm to the fairy, implying for him to get on.

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Avo sighed as he flew into the angel's hand, "To put it simply, Blight shouldn't exist." this got the guardian a bit angry at how the nonchalant the fairy could say that about Blight, any protest that might've left her mouth was silenced by the red fairy putting his hand up, "Like it or not that's the truth. If you don't like it then you shouldn't have asked. But since you're worried about him enough to get that upset, let me warn you. If Blight where to push past what ever limit he has, then he will fade from the timeline. He will disappear from the past, present, and the future.
Any thoughts or memories about Blight will be either erased or changed. He would cease to exist in any point of the time line. It almost happened once before.
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Miranda was shocked about what fading meant, and it almost happened already? Now she was going to worry over Blight a lot more now, "For your other questions in order, you try making a room around something that has lived as long as him, throw in the fact he can alter time and this job get's harder. My job is to tell people like you, who've been allowed into this room, more about the anomaly that is Blight, and I can't really do that if I'm not in the room. Your room has a fairy too, though she's an annoying bitch. Finally, no I don't run the joint, that's the boss man's job. He knows everything that happens here, he's behind the door at the end of the hall you came from."

Avo didn't care if the pawn got all the information he gave her, as he started to fly back to where ever he came from. Miranda was just processing everything told to her. It was a bit overwhelming, but she decided to worry later, turning around, book in hand, she left the room.

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Re: Candle Light

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Miranda was shocked first, but made a saddened expression afterwards: "Shouldn't exist...Disappear from all timelines...Forgotten by everyone... - this is so sad..." Holding the book tightly, she headed for the exit. A lot of thoughts were swirling through her head. What if Blight faded on her - what would she do? She couldn't wrap her head around the case of losing Blight. Well, she had protected him until now - now she is gonna try even harder. Allways doing her best - that's how Miranda allways was. Nevertheless, she had a few burning questions for Blight. As she opened the door, she was standing in the corridor again. Some of Blights men also were already there, after entering eachothers rooms. It seems they've had headaches after what had happened. Blight himself was still in the room: "My room...". Miranda stood right before the door, as she waited for Blight to leave the room. She put her forehead on the door, trying to cool her head off a bit. Miranda remembered Avo's words: "Your room has a fairy too, though she's an annoying bitch." The angel felt embarassed about Blight meeting such a fairy in her room. Soon the embarassement turnet into worry... She could only hope for Blight to leave the room soon.

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