Ala sat in her tree quietly meditating, searching deep in her soul for the magic that she would use, until someone interupted. She growled and looked down.
"What do u want?" She sneered at him
"Her Magisty wishes to know why you are not in a room and in a tree instead." The gaurd asked.
"She knows why. It is you who wishes to know. What would do you i told you that I was summoning the black magic of my ancestors to me. Would you run in fear, or would you tell your gueen of the magic that i know?"
"I...I would do nothing, I have heard stories of you Milady, and i would do nothing." With that he left her to her tree. She closed her eyes again, and started the process all over again. She saw deep into her soul, and found what she was looking for, that small portion of blackness. It burned inside of her as she reached for it. She grasped it, and flowed through her.
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I hope I could sleep in the cradle of your love, again
Cry for me, somebody, with dry eyes
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