It is with great restraint that she doesn't fling herself into the blustry november wind , and scream at the top of her lungs. Instead she pours a shot of whisky to calm her racing heart, and to curb her complete and utter astonishment as she stares into the darkness...she refuses to believe that she has escaped narrowly from the pure evil in which she has feared most of her life and the dreams that await her nightly to bring her tourture that no witch should ever endure..
A sudden clanging has brought Alana to her senses and her surroundings...she withdraws her wand and is ready to fight should the need arises.. and then she hears a whispher just barely audible, " Alana? are you here? Please, it is Leanna." Alana feels her heart pounding rapidly, but she knows she must not reveal herself as Leanna could be an imposter. And again, she hears the voice in her head. "You foolish little idioit, how could you even think you could break free of my control?" Shaking herself quitely she rises from the spot she had been occupying and ever so slowly vanished from the room.
Alana needed to find Gregerory O'Meara to confirm her worst realization and if her fears are correct. If they are ,the whole world of her people were in further trouble then anyone realized.
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