<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Dreamshard.png)</div><strong>Dreamshard</strong><br/><br/>“Melisandre” and known she was ready for this when she went to sleep last night, driven into a food induced coma by a half pie of her favorite pizze.<br/><br/>She still somehow hadn't expected it to start this soon.  Would have been nice to take a shower and have a cup of coffee first.  She'd awakened at the crack of dawn, though,with her clock radio anouncing in the voice of a newscaster who's calm frayed more each day, that the crimes of the unrighteous were pooring over into broad daylight.<br/><br/>The blond atlantian had slipped out of one of her father’s old dress shirts and her panties.  Standing in front of the mirror she donned—not clothes—but a variety of talismans' she'd laboriously crafted over the years.  Some of these she'd not altered much since her days under a different<em>nome de guerre.</em><br/><br/>“It's time,” she whispered.  The blond danced gracefully in place, hands weaving quickly through ancient seals.  “Grey-eyed goddess, lend  me your power.”<br/><br/>Her right hand shot out to the side.  Ethereal green and purple ribbons entwined around her arm, then her sleek, naked body.  “Strong and serious...”<br/><br/>Purple polish appeared on her nails and she brought the hand in front of her face.  The ribbons coiled down her body.  “Energetic and courageous.”<br/><br/>They condensed around Melisandre and vanished, leaving her both changed, and clothed.  Her normally green eyes were brilliant amethyst now.  Her suddenly coppery body was clad in skimpy green clothing and high healed pumps.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, a deep thrum purred in the purple eyed girl's ears as she hurtled through the skies above the streets at over a hundred and fifty clicks.  She was driving a construct of smoky quartz shaped more or less like a two seat convertible sports car.  The crystal skimmer shirked as she turned hard, turning sideways and skimming a few feet along the fifth story wall of the recently burgalrized hospital.<br/><br/>The crystal skimmer blazed down the road towards the harbor, passing over a half dozen police cars with blazing syrines as they gave chase too the Legion and his minions.<br/><br/>The emerald in her ring beeped that it had picked up the police band.  “Broadcast on this channel,” the girl in geen comanded.<br/><br/>She pulled ahead of the police cars and started to pull over the villains.  “Morning, officers.  This is Dreamshard.  Thought I'd give you guys and gals a hand.”