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“Something wicked this way comes…”- The Jabberwocky,


The night was silent as the spirits and their quarry in chains walked into the physical world. It was Randou, the demon that way freighting powerful. It was too risky to keep him simply locked up. After his newest escape attempt it was decided that he was to be chained to a mortal body. Where all his powers would have to be sublimated through a human, who in all likely-hood would not even survive one of his spells. They already have chosen the perfect candidate. A young woman, because a male would be too close to Randou and therefore easier to manipulate. This woman, was everything Randou was but in reverse. So it would not be easy at all to control her. They dragged him to the young girl, sleeping at this moment. Thankfully so. If she were awake this ceremony would be difficult. “You won’t get rid of me so easily!” Randou screamed into the night. Only he could not be heard by any normal mortal ears

Aimiaya woke up the worst headache she had ever felt in her life. She immediately ran to the bathroom to vomit in a sudden nausea attack. “Agg, I must be sick…I’d stay home and rest but I have so many tests to do in school….” she sighed to herself in a quiet and soft voice. She wiped her mouth and washed the taste of stomach acid from it with some water. Then she flushed the mess and when done, stairs to her mother, father, and little brother, to eat a quick breakfast. There was something odd about her eyes though. Her vision tingled, like darkness swimming, but in complete light. She blinked and rubbed her eyes and shook her head quickly.
“Big-sis are you okay?” her little brother asked. Aimiaya smiled brightly and nodded.
“Of course! I’m still feeling a little sick.” she said simply and sat down.
“Oh, then why don’t you stay home Aimi?” her mother asked. Aimi shrugged.
“I would but all those tests….” Aimi replied with hesitant laughter. Her father stayed silent reading a newspaper. Aimi favored her father with her looks. But while his features were sharp and business-like hers were rounded soft with femininity. Her eyes were giving her trouble again with that tingling feeling. She could almost hear a voice speaking, but it was a low buzz. Like the sound of voices through thick walls. You could tell there were voices, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying.