<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Camp.<br/>
Professors, Guards and Students.<br/>
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Both the professor and the mysterious man that Anais had initially met rested their strenuous gaze in her direction as she stood erect once more, looking down on both of them before allowing her eyes to follow Mystera's body up to her eyes. It had seemed that despite the chaos, Mystera's dignity was still being honored. She closed her eyes, and within an instant she disappeared from sight. Even her presence now gone...<br/>
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But she had not quite left as Mystera now gasped and opened her eyes. Yet she was not in the real world, no... she was in the strange plain she had often met Anais during their exchanges during her fit of lucid dreaming. They were in a strange plain of seemingly continuous obscurity. Mystera was now face to face with Anais once more... Yin and Yang together as Mystera gazed at her twin sister questionably.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"It would seem the threat has been secured, my love. Thou hath guardians watching over thy body." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Anais assured, </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"my presence is no longer needed for the time."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Anais stepped forward, grabbing one of Anais' hands and holding it up to her chest. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"What of my comrades?! They fare well, I do hope!!!"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Anais closed her eyes, nodding before glancing down to the ground; glimpsing at the tattoo that bonded the pair. There was a moment of silence before she once more met eyes with her twin sister.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"As time passes, my magic continues to meet thou's presence, my love."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Oui, je le sais, my love." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She responded, wondering what her point was. <br/>
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Anais smiled an let go of her twin sisters' hand before tiptoeing her fingers up to her forehead. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Thou shall soon embark on thy own essence... and I shall keep watch. But for now, my love... it is time for thou to reunite with thou comrades."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">With that a wave seemed to circulate through Mystera as she regained her color real-time and gasped once more - sitting up and gazing around. She paused, though - as the physical sensations caught up to her and she weakly fell against Dayyan, wincing in pain. Her eyes wandered around her vicinity... there was Dayyan, Valentine, Ianice and a stranger she was not familiar with.<br/>
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She gazed past them, noticing carnage. There were... goblins? Many of them, dead. Soldiers, too. It was a truly gruesome sight to behold as she gaze toward Valentine once more - noticing his own injuries.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Wh.. what..."</span></span>​</div>