Fisraee's sobs caught in her throat as his voice came from the other side of the door. Her chest tightned, and warmth spread through her. She felt that cold presence slightly peek in on the convo. It warmed a little, and then disappeared. Sh tried to grasp at either of the two girls, but neither would come.She sighed, and got up from the floor. She begun walking through the halls, and back to her room. She sent a image to Vashen, showing him how to get there.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Come, and bring Jake and the cradle. You two do not belong down there. You belong up here. With Me....With us.I need to tell you something. We might be able to recover everything in time.</span><br/><br/>She arrived to her room, and sat in front of the mirror, looking her puffy eyes. She closed them, and wished for the same thing as this morning. When opened again, there was the perfect image of her self, not a hair out of place. Her red lips were full and perfect, and her eyes were crystal clear. She sighed. It was too easy. Too easy to use magic. It was spilling out of her practically. She sat in front of the mirror, and waited.