<div class="floatright">(http://imagizer.imageshack.us/a/img4/598/breedaniels04.jpg)</div><br/>If people paid close enough attention, the words of prophecy from Miranda didn't come from her lips.  They actually were more like thoughts, bounced off of her mind the way a rock could be skipped off the surface of a lake.  Since the thing controlling her had attempted to move her mouth like a puppet, though, it wasn't all that difficult to miss that she hadn't truly spoken.<br/><br/>A slow, gentle smile caught her lips as people took the time to actually explain what was going on.  That was rare for her to hear, and far too precious as a result.  It wasn't unusual for people to just expect that she understood everything, or even to blame her for any problems that might arise.<br/><br/>"Thank you."  She sounded tired, and her legs were rather wobbly.  One of these days she'd just stop fighting against the creatures that wanted her mind, once she lost the will to continue, but she was far too terrified that she'd never regain control again.<br/><br/>After a brief pause, she added, "It's getting dark...will we be resting soon?"