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"I have come to bring you a gift," it had told her, and so it had.
It had given her power.
Perhaps the greatest of all possible gifts, come to that.
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She wears neither white nor green, not any longer. Instead, her body is shrouded in ash gray, and her face is veiled in soft grey gauze. Her shape shifts from time to time as she practices altering the form she has crafted from dust to give her thin frame an illusion of its former self.
Her eyes alone remain unchanged, and there is nothing of softness in the deadly ice blue of her glance.
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Once again the days blur into weeks, then into months, but she no longer minds. She has things to do, now; things that require the time. Time to practice the nuances of her new skills; time to become expert in even the most subtle manipulations of her talent.
All of it together takes a great deal of time, but it is time she is not unwilling to spend, not when the possibilities are so vast, the potential so infinite.
What she plans to see accomplished will take time, as well. She banks the inner fire of her hatred, allowing it to fuel her but refusing to let it goad her to rash action. She does not intend to lose anything to either carelessness or haste.
She does not intend to lose at all. No matter what. However long it takes.
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Eventually, however, there comes a day when only one final trial remains to be made before she can truly begin, and that is for her to seek out a true test of her own strength.
She knows exactly what it will be.
It had given her power.
Perhaps the greatest of all possible gifts, come to that.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She wears neither white nor green, not any longer. Instead, her body is shrouded in ash gray, and her face is veiled in soft grey gauze. Her shape shifts from time to time as she practices altering the form she has crafted from dust to give her thin frame an illusion of its former self.
Her eyes alone remain unchanged, and there is nothing of softness in the deadly ice blue of her glance.
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Once again the days blur into weeks, then into months, but she no longer minds. She has things to do, now; things that require the time. Time to practice the nuances of her new skills; time to become expert in even the most subtle manipulations of her talent.
All of it together takes a great deal of time, but it is time she is not unwilling to spend, not when the possibilities are so vast, the potential so infinite.
What she plans to see accomplished will take time, as well. She banks the inner fire of her hatred, allowing it to fuel her but refusing to let it goad her to rash action. She does not intend to lose anything to either carelessness or haste.
She does not intend to lose at all. No matter what. However long it takes.
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Eventually, however, there comes a day when only one final trial remains to be made before she can truly begin, and that is for her to seek out a true test of her own strength.
She knows exactly what it will be.