Elysse's Idea (story)

Her eyes shone with an idea. She placed one hand on the baby's head and spoke loudly. "With the power of the Hyspire I bind myself and the great Power's followers to the child Immortal to share in his lengthened life until the end of his days."

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The Key (story)

"What indeed..." Elysse murmurred. Her golden eyes fixed on Daevyn's peaceful face. She continued speaking thoughtfully, as if to herself. "This boy is the key to both great power and a delicate balance. My order has searched for him for many years. And now I am the one to find him. Wyerma would say that the whole world must be told of the Immortal's birth, but that would cause unnecessary panic among the people. It might even waste what could be a marvelous opportunity..."

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Gotta Wonder What She's Really Thinking... (story)

Elysse regarded him coolly. She had been speaking in the tones of a teacher giving a lecture on a subject of personal interest, but now her voice and adittude returned to the cold, imperious manner she had displayed when she had first arrived. "I had assumed you would want to know, being the parents of the one spoken of in the prophecy."

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Immortal (story)

Elysse moved without hesitation over to Aerana and studied the baby in her arms. "So. This is the immortal child." She paused and reached out for the boy. Aerana handed him over reluctantly. "Yes, I can feel his power," Elysse continued. "He calls to the Hyspire. He is the one."

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Elysse (story)

A knock sounded on the door that led outside. Aerana looked nervously at her husband, who was staring darkly at the door. He hesitated like this for only a moment before moving to open it. "Elysse," he said sharply. "It's about time."

A woman strode in without waiting to be invited inside. She was the very image of beauty, but there was something dangerous about her. Her large eyes were a deep, unnerving gold with silver flecks. They seemed to draw in the soul of whoever was looking at them in a most uncomfortable way. Red hair tumbled in wild curls and waves from her head like an all-consuming wildfire. Her almost impossible curves were like an hourglass, marking away the passage of time. Xeldan shuddered as he shut the door behind her.

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