[center][color=orange][h2][i]Lithiuna Malorram[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
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[i][color=orange]This is not what I signed up for![/color][/i]

It's been eight years... Eight years after Lithiuna left her Grand Aunt to live and study at The Institute in Scotland. She considered it a privilege and an honor to study New World Magic under the watchful eye of Madame Muir, Supreme Witch within this era; one she's only learned about since moving to Europe from Haiti years ago. Lithy enjoyed her time there - finding herself and strengthening her skills, making friends while learning what this new magic can do with her Old World Voudou. She's even assisted in the study of her ancient practice by explaining the differences between what she knows and the New World Voodoo she's learned about during a trip to America to visit her uncle. Which has been a great experience, except for times when she butts heads with others who disagree with this difference. Nevertheless, she loves The Institute and everything she's gained from it. 

But this new insight about their beloved Mistress... The rush of dark memories from her childhood flooded her as she listened to Emelia read over the contents of her mother's diary. Chills ran down her spine and the sudden need to flee almost overtook her. But their faces... all the fear and disbelief she saw within the faces of her classmates and friends gave her the courage to stay seated in the dining room with the rest of their elite student body. Most of them questioned their Mistress's reasons for wishing for their demise. Others feared how they could possibly survive against such a powerful Witch. As the questions rose, most of the emotions swarming around them were pure anger and fear - [I][color=orange]We all trusted her...[/color][/i] kept repeating in Lithy's mind. Lithy wanted answers - was this Muir's intentions all along; to call upon such fresh, raw talents, cultivate them into powerful beings - only to suck them dry for her own personal desires? Lithy felt used, degraded, and fucking angry for being deceived. She wanted to build a plan, hunker down in the deep, dark earth and hide from the world until she can come up with a solution to this - madness! This was worse than growing up as an Albino in Haiti - constantly fearing for her life. Apparently, nothing has changed... 

"Oh, God! If she wants to kill us, how can we stop her? She could kill us all at the same time, no sweat." 

"She's exhausted and could barely make it to bed," Emelia noted."Now's our chance to shield ourselves." At that declaration, everyone seemed to calm down and focused on her words. "I'm taking us all to the Black Hill Top outside just outside town. It's a good place for protection spells. I already have the rest of the student's permission to use their names in the spell, I will need the most powerful member's cooperation for the ritual to protect us."

Lithy stood up tall from her chair, [color=orange]"Are you sure Black Hill is our best bet? The place is not that secluded, and she knows of it,"[/color] her sultry accent filled the room with far more confidence than she normally portrays. Those who know her well could see the dark, billowing smoke around her ankles. Amos, her Familiar black Maine Coon cat, formed himself around her feet until he emerged fully; settling down upon the tops of her boots. His presence gave the otherwise timid Albino that extra boost of courage to speak before her peers. [color=orange]"It'll be an okay place to plan, but there's no way we can stay there. We need to find proper shelter against her magic, allies who know more than we do... who knows enough about Madame Muir to stand against her. Weak or not, your mother is still far stronger than the best of us combined."[/color]