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DEATHBLADE PART I:
THE SPIRIT OF TEMPERANCE
It is Time
It is time.
A woman wakes up from her bed, startled, as though hearing voices from afar.
Time to rise again.
The voice is getting clearer and clearer. It’s not a dream.
My heir is coming. He’ll break me free from this prison.
It’s a telepathic message – a spiritual message. The woman holds her head with her two hands. She is in pain, mentally.
It’s time. I’m coming.
The woman have a very long, silky, sky blue hair. She is extremely beautiful, and the pupils on her eyes are sparkling, like sapphires in her eyes. And her face looks dreadfully worried. She murmurs, ‘The volcano is about to erupt. I must do something.’
She gets up from her bed, and goes out from her large bedroom still wearing her overly long night gown, elaborately made for royalty. And it was made of a thin, rare fabric, softer and thinner than silk, its color is white with gold linings.
‘Something must be done now.’