<div align="center">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/105/d/9/Shadow_of_the_Vampiress_by_KristianasCoven.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/>An age ago a Grey one so fickle became known to the world which was so manipulative even her own kin were afraid of her. Forever warped with the desire to bend all the world to her whim, time she soon managed to solely spend furthering her insatiable desire for power.<br/><br/>At first many joined her believing she would share such boons, and share she did. But while solitary seeking a strange device that could change tides, her allies accepted an invitation to a royal court of the Grey elders. On her return one summer evening, she found all those she once valued hanging from trees of her residence. Obvious signs the elders did so infuriated her enough to dispense of all loyalty and values the Grey ones held dear. Removing her allies was a must but adding insult to injury by displaying their corpses in the hope it would shatter any desires concerning others was a mistake they regretted for her rage soon carpeted the lands about her in a fog of sorrow. Although many do not know of the reasons the grey ones fell from history, it would be a mistake not to think that Tora had more than a small part of it, as one by one she hunted down those she felt knew of the plot .. and in increasingly macabre ways they met their doom, unnerving those remaining enough that their own fear frustrated attempts coordinate a defense.  Those that could flee did so, hiding all evidence of their existence in a manner they preyed would fool her magic... while poring over what tomes which they held hope could save them from her wrath.<br/><br/>Finally one ancient set of runes hinted at the possibility to warp magic so much it effected time itself and when gleaning so, what remained of the elders spent endless hours weaving such a trap.Planting signs they were hiding in the very place they held their last hope was all the bait Tora needed and with furious steps her fate was sealed.<br/><br/>For an age her body stayed suspended in mid air. In a castle frozen in time.<br/><br/>Mountains grew and faded while not a single hair moved on a face as surreal as her predicament.<br/><br/>But even magic as elegant and powerful as what the Grey ones could wield had weaknesses... and in minute amounts<br/>the magical bubble lessened in strength.<br/><br/>One summer evening.. an age past since the one which defined her identity so strongly .. Tora's eyes fluttered open.<br/><br/>.. noticing the stars were in places proved in a horrid moment what had transpired.<br/><br/>The scream which followed tore at the sky .. a scream of frustration knowing the opportunity to complete her vengage was robbed from her right. A full month passed before her screaming stopped, and when it had what spite and anger she had left to give she turned on the one lingering fact that could channel the venting fire that fueled her soul.<br/><br/>For Her magic detected traces of the Grey ones blood in the peoples that now populated the plains.<br/><br/>More so for those gifted with magic, but so very faint, still it was detectable.<br/><br/>Although she would give special attention to those that have it more so than others, how many would have to be trapped by their own natures to make life itself resolved her sense of justice was ...<br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><em>All of them.<br/></em></div><strong><br/>Written by Kate</strong>