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Narration(Xander): The color drains from her skin. Ghostly white and still.

Narration(Xander): It's a thrill to finally see it. It'll be even more of a thrill to shatter.

Narration(Xander): Oh the pain of her hate! I'm supposed to be in control Me with a lifetime of experience. Her a newborn goddess of two days old. Born from my forehead. Product of my own mind's skill.

Narration(Xander): She's a child. I can't run too fast for her. Control your temper Ves Xander. But...she won't let me...

Narration(Xander): ...I'm lost in my I wish to die at the hands of the equal I created from the very sea foam?

Narration(Xander): She learns well. Every move I make, I hand a new weapon to my enemy.

Xander: Enough.

Narration(Xander): Shut it down.

Narration(Xander): Before my mind races out any further

Xander: Enough.

Narration(Xander): ...and wakes the servants.

Author Notes:

drama queen.  I'm sure I don't need to specify who.   am I starting to cringe with all that glass everywhere yet?  *yoda voice* u will b...

someone's struggling with his identity.  that's what he gets for reading books.  

what more do I say?  we've got a long long way to go.  it'll involve glass.


Characters: Xander, Kore, Shane