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The girl was a whisper in the darkness.

The familiar heat of her burning magic wrapped her like a warm blanket and she pulled a thread of the past.

Darkness shaped around her eyes and the vision begun.

The beautiful immortal girl was crying. She was in some sort of tent, the sun light filtering softly onto her bronze skin. The girl was under a blanket, but a clear bump could be seen where her abdomen should have been.

She screamed in pain and the birds of the forest fell silent. The power in her magic was enough to make Nature stop and listen.

"Come with me" a voice resonated in the tent. "Leave your mortal shell behind. Now, before the other immortals realise who they are and we won't be able to bend them to our will"

If the girl had had a body, she would have crawled in fear.

Somewhere deep in her heart she knew she was looking at the creation of the mist people.

-Never! - screamed the woman. Her fists were closed around the blanket. -And what of our child? Will you leave it behind like you did with me? For power? - she spit.

The voice didn't reply. A wave of mist entered the room, forcing the temperature to drop of a few degrees.

-Don't you come near me, monster! I don't want your power! - she raged. She tried to get up, but her pregnant belly prevented her from doing so.

"Emotions are clouding your judgement. Let me help you"

The mist wrapped around the woman and she screamed so loudly the ground shook underneath the Earth. She fell on the ground shaking and, after a few minutes, she stopped fighting.

The mist released her. The woman got up calmly and laid down on the bed.

-You were right love - but there was no love in her words. -Emotions were making me lose track of what really needs to be done. -

Her back bursted up, her muscles spasming. She did no let out a single cry while the baby was crawling out of her.

The baby's tears resonated in the silent forest.

The mother's face betrayed no feelings for her child, her eyes empty of sentiment. She still took it in her arms, holding it like an object. The baby didn't stop crying, trying to get out of its own mother's arms.

-A wild little thing aren't you - she said coldly. -When the time comes, we will make you like us if you prove yourself worthy. But for now remember, you are nothing but a shell. Power will come later. -

The woman put her child back on the bed and dissolved in mist.

You are nothing but a shell.

Darkness wrapped around her once more and she felt her heart being pulled away from her body.