"Often times I find myself just vanishing into the air..."
When a girl with a vanishing act finally gets to seen by her peers after tasked to babysit her gifted brother at night raven college.
"...but it doesn't matter as long as your the one that c...
You, who's image the dark mirror did beckon forth,
If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror.
The flame that can turn even stars to ash.
Ice that seals away time itself.
A great tree that swallows even the sky.
Do not fear the power of darkness.
Now, demonstrate your power.
To me. To them to you.
The hour grows long and the time is scarce.
Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come."
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Prologue; when all but feathers is what remains
Word count, 2119
Disappear.
What would you do if you were to just, disappear?
The blinding yellow stage lights pointed to a small wooden chair on the stage, a singular small brown stool sitting lonely in front of the crowd, who were eagerly awaiting for this act to start.
You were sitting on this lone stool, you yourself also sat alone on the stage, the ghost of a smile swimming with mischief tugging at the corners of your mouth.
