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The lithe girls trembled slightly as they entered the dark wood.
The shadows engulfed their bodies, draining the warmth from
their pale skin. Ilyria shivered, as a cold sweat developed on her
brow. Aria's slender fingers gripped tightly around her sister's
hand.
"Why, your burning hot!" The elder of the two exclaimed in a harsh whisper. The younger frantically shook her head. "I'm to cold to burn" she whispered as tears of ice formed in
her lavender eyes. Aria was concerned, her sister was sick. She
wanted to take her sister home but the dragon... If she didn't
breed, then.... Aria shook her head causing her pale blue hair to
fall and stick to her thin lips. Ilyria trembled shaking Aria from
her foreboding dream that a mare had carried to her. The smell of
death swirled around their fragile bodies as they walked upon a
rotting corpse. It was a small giant, well it had been once. Ilyria
closed her eyes and bite down on her lip, drawing blood as she
tried to swallow her scream. Aria dragged the young one a way
from the corpse hoping that that they would suffer no ill will for
spying this creatures misfortune. They had walked for what it
seemed to them an eternity, when the came upon a clear pond.
Aria desperately tried to get her sister to drink the water hoping
that it would help her ill ease. The young sister stood staring out
into the pond, ne'er once moving to take the life giving fluid. Aria
looked out into the water. And saw what had transfixed Ilyria. A
blonde nymph swam towards them. As she came closer, she
began to move from the pond. Though they had seen a woman's
body before, they seemed oddly obsessed with hers. Aria reached
forward yearning to grasp the long corn silk hair. And as her
small fingers touched the gold mane torpor swept through her
body. Not now! she screamed in her head. Her limp body fell,
formally meeting the grass below.
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