Snippet #2142933

Amelia decided to go outside for a little while and get some fresh air, why had the stone chosen that elemental wizard? was it destiny? How had a stone matched his powers one thousand years or more before his birth? was it really just a coincidence?

Amelia shook her head, it must be coincidence since the alternative would mean that she was somehow directed to the ruin. If that was the case then how much of her own actions did she truly control?

Amelia closed her eyes, as she emptied herself of emotion she opened the bridge to her soul and let all her sense be guided by its mysterious hand. For some reason she felt only cold yet... it wasn't really cold at all, the feeling was strangely familiar and close by yet Amelia could not find anything.

She opened her eyes as she suddenly felt weakness come over her, something was wrong and soon Amelia saw that her right arm was bleeding as strange dark wounds opened in her skin. At first Amelia turned fully ready to do battle expecting to find an enemy responsible for the wounds but then Amelia paused.

This was not the doing of any external force; this was her own power at work, but how was that even possible?
Amelia closed her eyes again and searched for that part of her soul responsible for this magic, it did not take her long to find it. A great dark stain was present in her magical powers and the stain was expanding, Taking in a deep breath Amelia called on upon her will and began burning the stain... It was a close call but the fact that she did not feel this presence sooner was alarming.

Looking down on her hands which remained scared Amelia shuddered, she would have to be extra careful while dabbling with necromancy in her experiments next time.

Amelia put on her gloves to hide the scars on her hand and began to walk back to the hall unaware that the dark rubies she was wearing around her neck had grown red with blood while in the moons light. As she entered the hall and closed the doors the wind outside grew in strength carrying a whisper which was mostly to weak to be understood, however three words repeated themselves as if an echo "come to me..."