<span style="color: #BF0000">Firrae</span><br/><br/><br/>The elf took a step back from the swirling blue mirror before her. Her smile showed perfect white teeth that was smiling in a wicked smile. Her red eyes watched the mirror image of herself, except it wasnt her. There stood a weak, pathetic, silver eyed elf, who knew not the ways of magic.<br/><br/>"Ravir, fetch my horse some water. Im leaving the Castle soon." SHe turned, her golden waves piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She wore a v- neck black dress, that plunged to her waist. It stuck to her like silk, giving her small body some sexy curves.<br/>" My sweet girl, listen to me. You can't hurt her. She is your sister!" A tall, willowy Brunette with silver eyes begged the small girl. She was chained to the wall, her dress torn and tattered. Firrae stalked towards her mom with cat-like grace and lifted her chin to meet her cold blood eyes.<br/>"My dear mother. She was first born. Therefore, she will be crowned my her twentieth birthday. That is in two months. I want the crown" Her voice grew into a snarl as she slapped her mother. She turned towards the mirror once more, stroking it with one, finger.<br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Show her to me. Show me, my dear, dear sister, Fisraee."</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF00FF">Vira</span><br/><br/>"There's something wrong with me Vashen. I mean it" That voice rang in her head like a loud bell. It wouldn't leave. It taunted her, urged her to keep heading north.  North to the mountains of snow. She could see them from the rocky road they walked. The towered over the land like two giant towers. They sent a dark chill down her spine.<br/>" I think...someone is watching me."