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Subject: {Steps away.} Author: Erika [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:04:27 01/12/02 Sat In reply to: Magg 's message, "He lets her take his daughter from him." on 09:27:37 01/12/02 Sat Maggie, don't look so glum. Many great things will come, by son. {Her wearing smile hurting her only wishes to be happy. Turning around she touches the small girl. Sprinkling powder on her body. The white fairy dust swerving around in the air. Touching Fiona briefly before parting in the wind. She smiles carelessly and watches her. Receiving an extraordinary gift from her grandmother. The extraordinary power transformation.} Yes, my little one. You now have the power of transformation. You can transform into anything you touch or see. {Her voice beaming with delight at her first grandchild she knew of.} Undeniably you will not figure out this power, or how to use it. Since you are such a tiny infant. { Holding the child in her arms, she sings. Her soft voice fluttering carelessly. Opening the child’s hand she places a gemstone in her palm. Polished to a blood red color, the black jagged specks pressed into the stone; only to add to the beauty of it all. Her singing stops, now she seems to focusing on the stone. She grins cocking her head back.} This red gemstone you see. Will give you the will power to fight evil. So the demons wont posses you. {She knows that Fiona doesn’t understand. But still she goes on.} Hold on it always; drill a hole in it to hang around your neck. Carry it as a charm, the power this stone posses is the key. For you may not know it now, dearest, but this stone will help you. {She smiles closing Fiona’s palm. Letting her hold the stone.} [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]