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[i]Trapped within her own broken mind, deep within the bowels of the Fortress With No Name Soulcatcher railed at the injustice of her situation. She knew the words to release the stasis spell. Hadn't she trapper her own sister in just the same way. If it had been anyone else she might laugh at the absurd irony.

Her own sister had trapped her here. Not to imprison her and protect the world from her influence, but to save her life. With the death of the Godess Kina, however, Catcher was cured of the curse that had plagued her. So now she glared with hatred at all that she could see, the dark cave unchanged in the decades that she had been trapped. Unchanged too was the anger.[/i]

And suddenly it was gone. Soulcatcher stood in a modestly crowded street in her armour and helmet. From behind the masked she sucked in her first breath in what really was decades.

And she let it out in a high pitch, girlish laughter and set teeth on edge and sent shivers down the spine. At the startled looks that passed over her she inhaled again and let out a deep throated chuckle as she took her first confident steps. Time to see what the rules of this game would be.

[@Kafka Komedy][@PKMNB0Y][@Raineh Daze]