It had taken her seven years to find this place.<br/><br/>Slowly wing beats stilled as the Niamh landed at the glacial wall that had obscured her visual in exactly looking for. Steam rose off the woman as she slowly hopped down onto the lower ledges. There would have been no way she would have been able to fly down here without tearing her wings to shreds. Still the heat that radiated off her body had made it difficult to keep her from slipping along the ice.<br/><br/>Finally she reached the bottom of the crevice, light bounced off the walls in  rainbow colors though the source of what had been her search rested in the far corner of the room, where the light pooled in the little daylight that had stained the sky. Fluttering her wings a bit, she took the stairs that led to the upright clear prison.<br/><br/>It's the only way Isfraelshra could view exactly what her daughter had done to herself. The resemblance between the two women was striking. Almost looking at mirror images of each other. Almost. Where Isfraelshra's hair was more like fire, her daughter's was more of blood. If she could see her eyes there, too, would be a difference. The warm sky and sea that reflected of her mother's eyes were replaced with the hard ice of her daughters.<br/><br/>Some said the world would end in Fire, and others of Ice. How ironic that the Queen of Fire and Queen of Ice were related. However for forty years now, her lovely daughter had slept. Time had allowed her that luxury. Fate however was not so kind. Slowly the Niamh raised her hand to the ice seal that had surrounded her daughter. The pale arms crossed in front of her made her seem even more like the undead she had become.<br/><br/>"Your loved ones need you, Siofragana. It is time to restore the balance as it should be. Sleep no more." The light pulsed between them as slowly the ice melted away from the vampire queen. And slowly those ice blue eyes opened.<br/><br/>That was the beginning.<br/><br/>-*-*-*-*-*-<br/><br/>Siofragana Amaranth Nyx, that was what her true name was. Phoenix or 'Phoe' to someone had always been a nickname for her from family and friends so it was the one she had taken up. The rest to honor her Clan which was so far gone now that nobody but the oldest of people remembered them. Standing at six foot two, the woman towered most of the mortals that had seen a fraction of her lifespan.<br/><br/>Terra for all it's earthly beauty, was a long neglected world once full of magic that it was easy to pull it into yourself. Now the world had changed. Well, not completely as Siofragana pulled up a leg to her chest, her eyes scanning the skies. She had learned quickly that forty years had passed since she had gone to the Glaciers to the north and froze herself there, for how long she hadn't cared. She had promised Angelus she wouldn't do anything stupid just because he was gone.<br/><br/>However the reason she was on the roof, paying more attention to the stars above her than the earth below was because she had that dream again. Ever since her mother had awoken her from that deathlike slumber she had been dreaming. A hand reaching out from the darkness slipping closer to the edge calling to her. Pleading her to catch them.<br/><br/>Every time she had just been a fingertip away before they passed into the shadows, shadows which would fade as soon as she opened her eyes. For the longest time Siofragana didn't dream. Her mind had tried to make it easier for her to cope with the Creed's mayhem on her mind and body. Finally, she sighed and stood with ease, walking towards the edge of the rooftop and jumping down. Her knees bent to cushion her fall before she stood fully.<br/><br/>There was no hiding those finely tipped points in the streetlight that shown nearby. Hands buried deep into the confines of the leather jacket on her shoulders. Jeans custom tailored to her height clung to her hips and flared just below the knees. Heeled boots lightly tapped as she walked. The boots added an additional two inches to her height. IF she was tall before, she was taller now. Most men would have to look up to her.<br/><br/>Not intentional, she just happened to like these boots. However she needed to feed. Soon. She was not going to break her own rules again and feed off of an unsuspecting mortal. Even if that time had been just a sip to cut the edge off the growing hunger, it wouldn't keep it sated for long. And that dream was still bothering her too. The pleading had been genuine. The repetition of the dream had been going on for almost a week now. This was no coincidence. This had to be someone she knew, someone of her line, or someone she shared blood with. Most of the people on those lists were either dead, missing, or doing the job that Terra gave them to do. So, who was it? This was going to bother her, almost as bad as the pull to feed was.