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Date Posted: 14:03:47 11/02/01 Fri
Author: Viwiane
Subject: Viwiane soon awoke, her eyes slowly fluttering open...

She sighed, peeling back the covers, slowly making her way out of her warm bed. The moment she was standing, she fixed up her bed, tucking in the blankets and things. She then silently slipped out of her heavy gown and all of her undergarments, she sighed, totally nude, she enjoyed letting her bare skin feel the air. She walked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, filling the tub with warm water before turning the knob and slipping in, gasping lightly at the high temperature of the water. She sighed, resting her arms on the sides, dipping her hair under the hot water. Sitting and soaking for about an hour, she got out, draining the tub, drying off, then combing her hair and plaiting (braiding) it in a tight, neat fashion. She took a very thin white-cream colored gown from her closet, pulling it over her enlarge body. She went to the mirror, looking how her once beautiful form had drooped and enlarged, she was so beautiful before, so delicate, now she was a mere waddling pregnant wench. She closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. She slowly walked into the kitchen, getting out a rag from a cupboard, she went back to her mirror, pulling it off the wall and into the little living room, leaning it against the wall, she went back into her bedroom and pulled out the huge trunk from under her bed, made of pine and engraved with lovely decor. She opened it, revealing beautiful satin lining, and in the trunk was all sorts of magickal tools. She took her Athame (Ath-ah-MEEH), a double-edged dagger, and brought it back into the living room. She knelt down in front of the mirror, holding her hand above it and the Athame in the other hand, she mumbled, "With the lifeblood within me, show me why I am here." She pulled the Athame across her palm, blood oozing out of her hand, she didn't wince once as the blood trickled off her hand, dribbling down the mirror. Moments later, the mirror seemed to absorb the blood, the relfection swirled, showing a small child, a mysterious voice whispered, "You will give birth to a mighty child that will work such powerful magick, it is unimaginable. The man you forced you into his bed was a powerful but evil mage, who, when implanting the seed into your womb, cast a spell over the baby so it would become just as evil as him and return to him when it reaches its 13th year of life." The voice then faded, the mirror's relfection returned to normal, she bound up her hand with the rag and put the mirror back in its place. She sat down in a big, comfy chair, sighing, turning up the heat in her little apartment, closing her eyes, "I bear an evil one..."

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