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Easia's body radiated such heat that any of the other children go even near her they'd be charred on their chubby, nosy fingers. She'd been asleep for the longest time, yet somehow not. Her Ombre rested next to her each new day, and with the lamp, every night. She'd kept her appearance up, creating illusions in their small minds that the young ten year old had been up playing, acting just as any other girl, rather than in a sort of coma.

Five years of keeping it up and the now fifteen-year-old's hazel eyes opened, curiosity filling her pupils and dilating them in the bright sun coming from the window in front of her. Her Ombre, Dextrov, helped her sit up with the air around her. Her eyes widened in terror, and her twin invert realized then that her Reine was amnesiatic. It was so bad that when Dextrov tried mind-messaging her, Easia screamed abruptly about a voice in her head. Her Ombre sighed, of course no one else had heard it- the humans (and now Easia) thought it was the wind whistling through the branches, quietly evoking the birds to chirp wondrously at their similar species'. Easia tried to calm down, counting to- what was she going to count to? Oh, yes, three, that was it. She attempted not to panic, at the nothing in her head besides the odd soothing words coming from the mysterious voice.

'Just listen to me. I know, it is indeed very, very hard, but trust me. Look at your shadow.' The voice commanded, yet it held serenity and motherly edges around the sharp words. She did so, and noticed it wasn't very...normal. The black outline of horns rested on the crown of her head, and a sharp sword extended from her shoulder. She frantically searched for a mirror, something, to get a look at her appearance. She couldn't look like that outline, could she?

Well enough, she found one and was completely and utterly different from her shadow.

'I am your Ombre, your protector. Easia, what can you remember?' The fifteen year old seemed to recall bits and peices, and told her so called 'ombre'. She found it rather hard to believe such things, but then again- how does her memory and shadow explain this?

'Now,' Dextrov demanded, 'say mémoire revenir, very quickly. We haven't much time.'

Easia did so, and in a flash of colors and words and a dialect she never knew existed, her mind became slack, and once again, she reclaimed her bed and fell asleep to some doom she'd soon learn was actually a safe keep.