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Tiomate, Morgana and herself, walked through a peaceful hiking path. The autumn leaves making the air glow red and amber as the sun light blazed through the canopy.



Morgana as her adult years approached, had become beautiful as Rosline, only slight differences between them, while Rosline's hair was golden, almost ivory colored, Morgana inherited the ebony locks from her father, as well as the slightly squarer jaw line. But the rest...was certainly her mothers...



Rosline hadn't changed at all in the last seven years, still look as young and as beautiful as she had when the wars had began. Her eyes held age and wisdom that no creature on Earth could match.



Resting her head on Tiomate's shoulder as they walked, watching their daughter dance ahead of them, singing and laughing. No one but her family...and very close friends saw any emotion on her.



"So much like you..." Tiomate whispered to her, causing her to laugh that pure harmony that seemed to echo Morgana's laughter. "Such truth in those words..." She paused in her step, turning his head to gently kiss him. Her lips curling up into a smile as she did, her ears twitched however, at the sudden... silence...



"Morgana?" Rosline turned her head, hearing Morgana scream in a muffled tone because of a hand over her lips. The human thralls had her still and secured, also surrounded Tiomate and herself.



Rosline's eyes turned an angry white, "Release her." The thralls did, which was surprising. Catching her, she quickly looked her daughter over... but then stood between them and her. Tiomate on her other side. "What do you want?!" The thralls laughed and produced a crystal which flared and revealed Lucifer's image.



"It has been along time... Lizard Queen." He smirked as his voice traveled through the air like metal against metal. Tiomate hisses softly, while Rosline's muscles tightened, readied for battle. "What. Do. You. Want." She asked again, her mind going over contingencies, all were grim. Expect....for one...



"Why...I want her... of course." He pointed at Morgana and her blood boiled as she let out a furious rawr. "You will not have her" The air stirred and she moved fast, slicing through the air, she tore between two places. Here.. and the Ballet studio.



Grabbing Tiomate and Morgana by the collar of their clothing, she yanked them around, then shoved them through.



Morgana and her father were both taken by surprise stumbled onto the wooden floor, both spun around to watch the doorway starting to close.



Rosline smiled at them, about to turn till a blade shoved out of her chest. The thrall right up against her...blood flowering across her chest...then running down her stomach. Her breath weakened as he yanked the blade out...She barely heard her own daughter screaming her name as the doorway shut...



Tiomate felt like a metal cord, was slowly snapping, a strand at a time.



(WIP)