Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160618125909/@comment-26517142-20160620020545

(Sure Doc. Soory about some stuff. Lag and crap)

Magdala's clumsy figure rocks. She holds herhead, shaking off Praetor's voice. The wall of flames reacted and seemed to weaken.

"Pain.. Torment.. Yes. When I turned tp neither White nor Black.. I felt alone.. Unloved... My sister told me I wasnt. I was awash in hate. I hated Oz.. No..no..no.....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

The bident forced her hand to move towards the ceiling.A violent blast of energy, cruel and malicious, tore the roof and hit something invisible in the sky. A barrier.

The barrier pulsated. It stood on for minutes before it eventually died, a thundering boom echoing into where we were.

"The barrier...

... Is.. broken..."

Magdala retches. Something emerges from her throat. Taking shape.

Into a being I knew and hated.

"Circe."