In Moria

[hawkeyekate]

She had finished her latest painting of Will, and she hoped it would be a promising Trump to find him. It had been weeks, maybe months. She's lost track. Her dark side felt even more empowered since they have walked the broken pattern. At times she thought it would kill her, but that other side kept her safe from the sparks and kept her moving.

She had been practicing on her own, too. Magic, Trumps, Pattern. The demon side coaching her more than Branden at times it seemed. And she was listening more to it.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"You first!" She gasped, and tried to spit on him. Even as her lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen, and her vision was tinged with black on the edges.

[hopeless-son.livejournal.com]

And his hand released her letting her fall like the Balrog had thousands of years before had done. Down into the depths of hell and the fires that burned below.

His hands were washed of her.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

As she fell, her and the demon were focusing the last of their strength. Shifting shadows.

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And something small and broken vanished.