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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazybones" data-source="post: 1136566" data-attributes="member: 143">Thanks, Mojo Jojo. * * * * * Chapter 45Zenna stared into a face that was her own, yet at the same time...At first she thought it was just the way that the shadowy reflection showed in the bad glass.  But then she saw that her cloak and the rest of her body was clearly outlined in the impromptu mirror, it was only her face that was... wrong.  The magic of the hat was still working, at least she could not see the horns that were nonetheless still there.  But her skin... not just pale, it was somehow... faded, as if formed of a thin parchment that had been scraped once too many times.  She touched her face; the skin was firm, solid, but to her eyes it looked almost insubstantial.  A sickening feeling caught her gut and squeezed.  What was happening to her?She looked down at her hands, and tugged off one of her thin leather gloves.  Immediately she saw that the skin looked the same, worse even when looked at directly, rather than in the reflection of the glass.  Her flesh was pale, and as she moved it she thought that she could almost see the ground below through the delicate fingers.  “No,” she said, feeling a rush of anxiety come over her.  She’d felt sick, hollow, it was true, over the last few days, but this...  It was as if she was slowly vanishing, fading until there would be nothing left of her at all, as if she’d never existed...“What the...”Zenna looked up, and saw that a man dressed in the simple clothes of a laborer had approached along the walk, drawing back in surprise as he got a good look at her.  With a reflex born of long practice Zenna turned away, darting out into the street and rushing away from the man, pulling up her cowl to hide her features.  The man shouted something after her, but she could not tell what it was over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.  As long as she could hear that sound, she thought, she was still alive.  She stabbed her hand back into her glove, running down the street, dodging the occasional horse or wagon, avoiding the pedestrians along the walk to either side that looked out at her in surprise as she ran past. She wasn’t really sure where she was running to, at first, but her course was taking her farther away from the Morkoth.  Past the North Gate, she knew, further down Obsidian Street, was the Temple of Helm.  She felt uncomfortable at the thought of returning there, but she remembered the way that her hand had looked just a few moments ago, and rushed on.  Perhaps Jenya could do something to help her...Something cold touched her face.  It was starting to rain again.  “Watch it, woman!”The teamster yelled out his warning as Zenna rushed blindly across an intersection, her cowl limiting her field of view.  A two-horse team was drawing a wagon up one of the sloping streets that formed the spokes connecting the main boulevards that ringed the town.  One of the horses reared as she shot past, startled by her sudden appearance.  She narrowly avoided a hoof that lashed out at the air before her, and then she was past, curses from the driver following her.  She turned to look back over her shoulder...“Arg!”One boot caught on an uneven flagstone in the street, and the other slid out from under her as it landed awkwardly on the slick stone.  She was falling, her momentum carrying her forward, and then pain exploded through her body as she landed hard on the wet street.  She felt a shocking cold as water seeped through her clothes, then a warm haze that fell over her like a blanket.  For a moment the world seemed to spin out of control around her, then it started to fade, everything melding into a soft grayness that filled her senses. No, I don’t want to fade away! she screamed, but the sound only echoed hollowly in her own thoughts.  The last thing she was aware of was voices, distant and jumbled.  One voice seemed to separate from that mass, its tone soft and comforting, but although she strained to make out the words, they slipped through her thoughts like water through her fingers.  Then she faded, and everything disappeared.</blockquote>

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