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Mist Demons wrote:

Prologue
Midnight Encounter

I looked at the time.  11:57 p.m..  I sighed, turning over in my bed and burying my head in the pillow.  The stifling heat choked me.  I was exhausted, yet still I could not sleep.
    I had always been a terrible sleeper.  It could be 2:00 am before I finally shut my eyes.  My mother told me it was because I was "too uptight", but I honestly do not think so. 
    However, my sleeping problems emerged once again with the onset of the hottest summer in forty years.  A heatwave was hanging over the country.  And leaving me with little or no sleep.
    I rolled over in my bed once again.  I yawned, closing my eyes.  When I opened them, I found myself in a land I had never seen before.  The sky was so dark, it could well have been colourless.  The was no speck of light in the sky that signified the presence of a single star.  The ground was grey and dusty, and I could see small pools of purple ice, yet the air seemed comfortably warm

    "Well, look who we have here," said a deep voice from behind me.  I jumped, turning around.  There, standing before me was a large grey black wolf, with cold, ice-blue eyes, and dark navy-grey markings on his muzzle, paws and tail.  He stood there, smiling in a sinister way at me.
    "What is it?" spoke another voice, as a grey cat stepped out from the shadows.  She had a striding gait, and her deep purple eyes bore shadows of what could only be called kindness, but had seen pain and suffering for too long to ever believe in hope again.  When she saw my worried face, she added, "Do not fret; we won't hurt you."
    "For now," sneered another voice.  A massive black wolf-like creature with long teeth like knives and eyes that no colour could properly describe.  He scared me, and the other two saw this.  The cat glanced sympathetically towards me.  "So, it's a human.  What are we going to do with it?" growled the black wolf.
    "We are not going to hurt it, whatever happens," snapped the cat, her tail swishing.
    "And what makes you think you have a say on what we do, Mikhita?" remarked the black wolf slyly. 
    "Because nobody said I could not say what we should do, Lyekgas," retorted Mikhita.  I felt apprehensive, and scared for Mikhita, as Lyekgas was easily four times bigger than her.  His growl, deep and quiet, was threatening and aggressive. 
    "Lyekgas, calm down.  I agree with Mikhita; we should see what it has to say before we attack," said the grey wolf.
    "Very well, Kaiwycho.  I respect your opinion, but not the one of that furball over there," he replied, the last line in an insulting voice, directed at Mikhita.  She flinched and bowed her head.
    "What are you doing here?" asked Lyekgas, his attention now turned to me.  I could not bear to look in the depth-less, clear pools that were his eyes.  Instead I
focused on the many grey scars that stretched across his muzzle and cheeks.  Part of his ear was ripped.  "Well?" he asked again.  I abruptly snapped out of my trance. 
    I paused before I spoke.  "I'm not sure," I admitted, "I couldn't go to sleep, I closed my eyes briefly, and when I opened them again, I found myself here.  Then Kaiwycho found me."
    "I didn't find you," interjected Kaiwycho, "I was waiting for you.  This place has been a connection between the dimension within which your kind live, and the dimension in which our kind live.  We have been waiting, waiting for millennia, for a creature on the other side to escape into our dimension.  And now that this has happened, we are satisfied."
    I gazed at  in shock.  If I really was in another dimension, how could I get back?
    "Oh, do not worry, you will get back to your own dimension," smiled Lyekgas.  As he saw shock creep across my face, he grinned like a maniac.  "Do you really think your thoughts are shielded from me?  I can see your deepest desires, every thought you think but never say, words you have spoken in the past, who you are.  For example, your name is Mikayla Jones and you are fourteen years of age.  Your fifteenth birthday is next month, the eighth of July."
    I could barely believe it; here, standing before me, was a wolf; a mind-reading wolf, nonetheless, one who could see these thoughts like they were written across my forehead.
    "It was nice meeting you, Mikayla Jones.  Now we must depart and you must return to your own dimension," Lyekgas said, before fading into a thick black mist, then finally disappearing into the unknown.  Kaiwycho quickly followed him; his head was bowed, giving him a slightly embarrassed look; why, I could not figure out.
    "I suppose I have to follow them," Mikhita shrugged, "Lyekgas despises me, but Kaiwycho..." She looked towards me, though I had a feeling she did not see
me.  Suddenly, she snapped out of her trance, then gazed at me.  "Well, I cannot truly imagine you will believe yourself when you wake up.  But we are real.  Hold out you hand," she commanded.
    I held out my hand, yet I did not expect the sharp pain that came next.  I winced.
    "I am sorry," apologised Mikhita, fading away as she spoke the words.
    Suddenly everything went black, and I could not see anything.  Afraid, I let myself fade away, like Mikhita, Kaiwycho and Lyekgas.

Chapter 1
Arisen

I felt the warm sun beaming down on my face through the window.  I turned over, exhausted.  It felt like meeting Lyekgas, Mikhita and Kaiwycho had only just happened moments ago.  Sighing, I rolled over, only to fall out of my bed, hitting my head.  When I moved my hand towards my forehead, I saw it.
    The deep gash struck across my palm.  It was red and inflamed, yet when I touched it, it felt like ice.  Mikhita had scratched me as a reminder that she really did exist, and that I was not just imagining it. 
    Gripping the side of my bed, I managed to get up.  I grabbed my school clothes and started changing before my mother could roar at me to get up. 
    My mother got annoyed with me very easily.  My father died two years ago, and it still hurt to think about it.  She claimed that his death had made her more irritable, but she had always acted similar towards me. 
    I ran down the stairs, almost tripping over a bag at the bottom of the stairs.  I stumbled into the kitchen

    "Mikayla Jones," snapped my mother, "Joshua was down five minutes ago."
    Sighing, I grabbed a bowl and poured some cereal in.  When I went to grab the milk, I realised it was not there.  I opened the fridge, yet there was no milk there.  "Mum, there's no milk," I stated.
    "There's plenty left," replied my mother.
    "I've found it!" piped up my little brother Joshua.  He was seven, but pestered me.  He went to the local primary school.  It was a good thing he did not go to my school yet, for he would be a constant source of embarrassment.  Annoyed, I went to take the milk off him, but he refused.
    "Give it, please," I said, placing emphasis on the "please".  As he handed over the milk, I swear I heard him whisper "idiot" at me.  I glared at him.
    I poured the milk into the bowl, not caring as it sloshed over the sides and onto the table.  I shoved a spoon into it, before starting to gulp it down.  I liked to get to school early, so I could get away from my family.  And finish my homework, since I never finished it at home. 
    I ran back upstairs, and bolted into the bathroom.  I commenced giving my teeth vigorous scrubbing.  When I was finished, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

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"Hey, Kayla!" called out a voice from behind.  I turned around and grinned as I saw my friend Jennifer behind me.
    "Heya, Jenny, any news?" I asked.
    "Plenty," grinned Jenny, "Allie broke up with Jordan, Mike told me all.  Plus, I got a new kitten, Fluffy.  He's so cute!  Look, he tried to bite me!" She smiled, holding out a hand with a small bruise.  Jenny adored her cats equally, all thirteen of them.  I felt now was the time to tell her about my dream last night.
    "Jenny... I have something really important to tell
you.  I had a dream last night, and in it I met two wolves and a cat.  They told me their names... The two wolves were Lyekgas and Kaiwycho, and the cat was called Mikhita.  Mikhita scratched me, to show I wasn't making it up," I added when I saw disbelief creep over Jenny's face.  I held out the palm of my hand.
    She studied it carefully for a moment.  "Amazing," she breathed, gazing at the wound.
    "So you believe me?"
    "Sheesh, is the evidence not written clearly enough on your hand?"
    "I suppose it is," I shrugged.  "C'mon, I need to get my books.  Ms Scott will absolutely want to murder me if I turn up for Science with no books again."

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"Good morning, class."
    The response that Ms Scott received was not half as enthusiastic, with a few girls mumbling "mornin', Miss".
    Ms Scott had thick curly locks that almost covered her face, and hazel eyes that seemed to bore into you.  She was very tall, and wore extremely thick glasses that looked like pools of ice. 
    I grumbled, and pulled out my tattered and worn science book.  On the front cover "Kayla <33" was scribbled with a pink Sharpie pen.  I plonked it on the desk and turned to the chemistry chapter.  I usually loved science but today I could not wait for it to end.  I flicked open my journal and looked at my timetable.  Religion was next.  I wanted to speak to our religion teacher, Mrs Duffy, about demons and demonic possession.  Even though Lyekgas, Mikhita and Kaiwycho had never claimed to be demons, I had a niggling feeling they were. 
    I felt something being shoved against my elbow.  Looking down, I saw a crumpled piece of paper, a note that could only be from Jenny.  I opened it and read its content. 
     
"What on earth is wrong with you?  You never go into a
daze in science, but why are you staring at the cover of your book??  You're not worried about your dream last night?  Sure it's only a dream, Kayla!"

    As I began writing, I glanced briefly at Jenny.  She was looking at me with a concerned look written across her face.

"Nah, I'm just bored.  Well, to be honest, I am thinking about them, since I know for sure they aren't ordinary dreams.  I want to ask Mrs Duffy about them..."

    I shoved the note to Jenny across the desk.  I watched her as she read my note, then bit her lip and scribbled a note.  When she went to hand it to me, I snapped it off her quickly.

"That auld one?!  She won't believe you, y'know!"

    Sighing, I picked up my pen.  This was why I always sat at the back of the science laboratory. 

"I'm just going to ask her about demons and demonic possession.  I'm sure she at least has some experience with it."

    I pushed the note to Jenny.  Soon felt another nudge at my elbow.

"Experience?!  Like that one ever met a demon.  Sure you know more, hah.  Plus, when are you going to get the chance to ask her about them??"

    I did not bother to reply to Jenny.  Sometimes she really got on my nerves, for example when she did not believe someone, she would make it clear, and would never take back her claims, no matter how ridiculous they appeared beside the truth

    It seemed like an eternity before the bell rang to signify the end of class.  I shoved my book into my bag and flinging my bag over my shoulder, I ran on to religion.
    "Hey!" I heard someone call from behind me.  I groaned, for it was Jenny.  "I'm really sorry, honest!  I should have known better, not to annoy you about it.  I mean, I know you for-" she burst out.
    "Jenny, right now I don't want to know right now, 'kay?  I'm not worried about it, I think their intentions are good... Well, to be frank, I don't know what Lyekgas is like..." I trailed off absent-mindedly. 
    "Exactly, you don't know what they are like!" reasoned Jenny.  I looked at her, suddenly realising she was wobbling.
    "Jenny, are you okay?" I gasped.  Jenny looked at me, puzzled.
    "I'm grand; you, meanwhile, look like you could collapse," replied Jenny.  My eyes widened.  I did feel slightly unwell, seemingly without reason.
    "I do feel a bit sick," I admitted, shrugging my shoulders.
    "Right, that's it, you're going to sick bay!" declared Jenny, grabbing my arm.  She began to drag me down the corridor.
    "Is this just another reason so I can't get a chance to ask Mrs Duffy about demons?"
    "Kayla, you twit, we have a religion test!"
    "Good thing I feel sick, because I forgot to study!"
    I instantly regretted even uttering those words, for as soon as I did so, I felt my knees buckle from beneath me as I collapsed to the cold, hard floor.  I heard someone scream, and soon all I could see was seemingly endless black curtains that hung inside my eyes. 
    Like a ghostly white shadow, the silhouette of a cat appeared.  I heard voices echo in my head.  Mikhita's voice rang out above them.  "We exist," I heard ring out around me, "we have arisen in your mind, do not fear.  Although
we are demons, we will not cause you pain."
    There were more ghostly white shadows now; they flickered around me like stars.  I allowed my head to droop with exhaustion.  I sensed my hands slip from beneath me, yet I remained stationary.  I blinked, finding myself staring at the dull coloured floor of the school corridor.  There was a searing pain in my wrist.  I looked up towards Jenny, before whispering to her "they're back"

Chapter 2
Attacked

I lay in my bed, pondering about what had happened earlier today.  When I had collapsed, I fractured my wrist, and right now it hurt immensely and the purple coloured cast that encased my swollen hand was sticky and clammy.  Jenny told me I had suddenly stopped breathing, yet my eyes were wide open, as if I was dead.  She said she saw white flashes flitter behind my pupils.  Sighing, I turned over beneath the covers of my overly warm bed.
    Looking at the time, I saw it was 11:45 p.m.  Yawning, I allowed myself to close my eyes gently.  I kept them closed for a few moments, then gradually pushed my eyelids open.  They suddenly felt like bricks.  I blinked briefly.
    There, on front of me, was the barren landscape I had entered in my dreams last night.  However, this time a lone figure stood on front of me; another human.
    "Hello, Kayla," said the stranger in a strangely comforting tone, like all my worries no longer existed.  The stranger stepped out from the shadows.  It had previously
baffled me on how there could by so many shadows in a considerably barren area.  However, it suddenly became apparent to me that I, in fact, was like a glowing light, illuminating a small area around me.
    "Who... Who are you?" I asked the stranger.  This time I wasn't worried.  For a strange reason, the human 's presence comforted and reassured me. 
    "Kaiwycho.  Not all demons have only a single form," he replied.
    I stared at him.  "So... How many forms do you have?" I questioned him.
    "Many," he smiled, "but the majority of them remain a mystery to me." 
    I was curious now, for I wanted to discover more.  "How... How did you discover you had more than one form?"
    Kaiwycho smiled.  "I transformed into another form one night.  I was terrified, but I understand now it was destined to be, and I could not change it.  I cannot elect to stop the ability.  It can take nothing more than a thought to change my form."  He looked away into the distance.  "It's not a pleasant sensation, I must add," he turned and gazed at me, "here, follow me."  Kaiwycho turned away, before walking towards a large mound protruding from the earth.  I followed him cautiously, unsure of where he was bringing me to.
    Kaiwycho stopped before the mound, and I suddenly realised it was a huge rock.  He gripped one jutting edge, and pulled it.  I gasped in astonishment when the rock began to move.  Kaiwycho stepped into the gap made by the rock.  I hesitated, before following him, realising I had little other choice. 
    The impeding darkness surrounded me, petrifying me.  I stumbled down a cobbled pathway, deeper into the dark, before finding myself tripping.  I braced myself for the harsh impact, but it never came.  The only thing I felt was something warm grasping me.
    "Are you okay?"  It was Kaiwycho.  I could see him
flick his fingers flick, light suddenly expanding from them.  His blue streaked side fringe flopped over his eyes, giving him the same embarrassed look as last night.  Suddenly, he shook his head, then lifted me up off the ground.  "Don't run, whatever happens," he warned me.  I nodded apprehensively. 
    I followed Kaiwycho.  We appeared to be in a dark, murky tunnel, deep in the ground.  Water dripped steadily from the ceiling, landing on the cobbled pathway with repeated "plops".  There was a slightly mouldy smell, and in the light, I recognised a green fungus growing on the walls.
    We walked for what seemed like forever down this tunnel before it opened up into a large cavern.  Luminous lights hung slightly below the ceiling, shining a bright blue colour, which illuminated detailed encarvings in the rock.  Below a ledge, there lay a huge mound of the fungus material I had seen further back up the tunnel. 
    "Welcome to my den," said Kaiwycho.  I trembled.  Why had Kaiwycho taken me here?  In the last story I read, a creature took someone to his den to eat them, and this dream was surreal enough to be a fantasy story.  I grimaced. 
    "We are only here to collect some important items.  I want to show you more around here, because you will have to undertake an important task soon, now you have found us," Kaiwycho's words reassured me slightly, but I was still nervous.  I watched Kaiwycho pace around his den, collecting items at a furious pace and stuffing them into a rucksack.  After what seemed like years, he turned to me.  "It is time to go.  First I need to meet Lyekgas.  I must warn you; there are dangers here you will never have to face in your own world.  Not all demons will accept your presence, and many are capable of killing you.  You are about to wander into the main part of our dimension, and what awaits you will shock you.  Many creatures there are unsightly and revolting.  Their minds are only capable of processing one thing; you are not one of us, and therefore
you make a suitable meal for such a demon.  Stay close to me at all times."
    I nodded, terror over whelming me like a tsunami wave.  I stepped into a second tunnel after Kaiwycho, this one even darker than the previous one.  The darkness smothered my senses as it buried me in its endless black light.  I took cautious steps, slowly, steadily, leaning heavily on the wall, afraid of slipping on the wet cobbled pathway.  I could hear Kaiwycho's footsteps ahead of me, the only distant sound that told me I was not alone. 
    The tunnel came to an abrupt end, and I crashed straight into Kaiwycho.  He groaned as I shoved him into the stone wall before us. 
    "Sorry," I apologised. 
    Kaiwycho nodded, stepping back from the wall, and yet again flicking his hand, summoning that strange ghastly light.  I noticed he had one hand wrapped around his stomach, and there was a small amount of blood seeping through his t-shirt, the amount increasing rapidly.
    "That spike is a defense mechanism to keep intruders out. I am fine, don't worry about me," Kaiwycho told me when he saw the anxious look on my face, "I am used to wounds like these."
    I shook my head slowly.  "That's one bad wound, and if it gets infected..." I trailed off, "As soon as we are finished, you are coming back to my dimension so I can get you proper treatment."
    Kaiwycho ignored me.  He gripped the spike that had impaled him.  It glinted in the artificial light as he twisted it around.  Kaiwycho removed the hand that was covering his wounded torso to try twist the spike fully.  I stared in shock at the wound.
        The amount of blood was horrendous.  The sharp spike had stuck deep into Kaiwycho's stomach, flesh torn and his stomach ripped.  The muscle was ripped, and the shirt Kaiwycho was wearing, once a bright, cheerful shade of blue, was now shredded and covered in thick, lurid gore. 
    "Kaiwycho, that wound is worse than I thought!" I snapped.  Calming down, I added, "we can rest now, if you wish."
    Kaiwycho refused my offer.  "Lyekgas will know what to do, and it is best to find him quickly.  Honestly, there is no need for you to worry."  He turned and yanked open the door that had appeared while we were talking.  Beyond the doorway there was a lake of a dark, slimy, gruesome liquid.  The lurid smell of death hung like an ominous cloud in the air.  It was silent except for the steady drip of the black liquid.  The cavern walls, cracked and chipped in places, were a dark, dreary shade of purple.  The edge of the lake was covered in a dark coloured scum. 
    Behind me, I could hear Kaiwycho inhale deeply.  "That's strange," he murmured, "we appear to be alone, except for the distant scent of Mikhita and Lyekgas."
    I looked up at Kaiwycho.  Our eyes met halfway.  "What does this me-" but I never finished my question, as I was cut off by a sharp screech.
    "We're under attack," hissed Kaiwycho, "there are strange, illusive creatures killing us off, ones with no scent, so we have no warning, and no chance to prepare."  I screamed as a large bat-like creature flung itself at Kaiwycho.  It gripped onto his back with long, razor-sharp,  hooked talons, sinking them gradually into Kaiwycho's shoulders.  Kaiwycho writhed uderneath the weight of the creature.  Without thinking, I grasped the creature's leathery wings.  A sharp searing pain shot up my fractured arm.  I groaned in agony.    I heard a ferocious roar from behind me.  Mikhita, although still small, had a vivid, determined look in her eyes.  She growled, pulling back her lips to reveal long creamy-white canines.  She lunged at the creature, tearing at its back with her claws.  The creature grew limp, its eyes glazed as she sunk her teeth slowly into the scruff of its leathery neck.  Blood rushed from the wounds, an unusual colour of silver.  Mikhita looked up at me. 
    "Run," she gasped, "take Kaiwycho with you.  It's
not safe for him here!"
    Kaiwycho was almost unconscious, having lost so much blood.  His breathing was shallow. I lifted his body, which was limp, and barely warm. 
    "Stay awake!" I hissed at him. Kaiwycho lifted his head barely, and I could see the amount of effort it took for him to do so.
    "No," he wheezed, "I'm to far gone."
    I removed the tissue in my pocket, and wiped away some of the blood splattered on Kaiwycho's face, before heaving him up again.  I tried my best to gently drag him through the doorway.  Straining under the effort, I lifted him up off the floor and staggered down the tunnel, blind for there was no light.  I could hear Mikhita fight back in the cavern, as I made slow progress back to Kaiwycho's den.
    "I... Just need... To stop him bleeding..." I whispered under my breath. 
    "Huh..?" mumbled Kaiwycho wearily. 
    Warm, sticky blood trickled onto my wrists and hands, signifying that Kaiwycho's wounds still bled.  Fear clenched my stomach.  It seemed impossible that Kaiwycho could survive.  Finally we reached the cave.  Panting, breathless, I fell to the floor.  I wanted to curl up and fall asleep, but I knew that if I did so, Kaiwycho would die.  I forced myself to get up, pausing when I saw Lyekgas standing there.
    "Mikhita alerted me to your dilemma.  I used another passage-way, a much faster route."
    I nodded gradually, watching as Lyekgas padded over to Kaiwycho, observing how he sniffed each wound.  Taking a large mouthful of the moss, he pressed them against Kaiwycho's wounds, mopping up blood that was already there and stopping further bleeding.  After removing the material, he began to lick each wound with vigour, before wrapping cobwebs around the gashes.  Kaiwycho stirred, uneasy, and Lyekgas backed away softly.
     Kaiwycho was covered in cobwebs.  In some places, patches of red seeped through slightly, but his condition had improved immensely. 
    "You can go now."  Lyekgas's words took me by surprise.  I was unsure I should stay, for it wouldn't be a good thing to be rendered "dead" by a doctor and end up waking inside a dry, stuffy coffin (I can only imagine I appear dead when I am in another dimension), but I felt worried for Kaiwycho.  Even though he grew more settled while I waited, he was still gravely unwell, and any exertion at all could leave him hanging onto life by a fine thread.
    "He'll be fine," Lyekgas reassured me, "go back to your own world.  I need to discuss what has happened with Mikhita.  And yes, she is perfectly fine.  I expect to see you tonight."  Lyekgas turned his attention back to Kaiwycho.
    I sighed, leaving the den, before venturing carefully up the passage, eventually reaching the entrance and clambering out onto the dusty ground beneath the infinite grey skies.

Chapter 3
I have not decided on a title for Chapter 3 just yet...
When I woke up, it was still almost pitch dark outside, except for a waning moon, shining clearly in the sky, its light illuminating every shape in the darkness below, and casting darling shadows. 
        I tore back the covers and flicked the light switch on the wall beside my bed.  My dad was an electrician, and it was his idea to place a switch beside the bed, so I could turn off the lights from my bed, which meant I did nor have to attempt to avoid stumbling across the many shoes, books and boxes crammed full with chocolate sweet wrappers.  My bedroom was a glorified mess, not that my mother cared much. 
    I reached out for the mirror on my bedside table.  There was a noticeable amount of dried blood caked on my right arm and hand.  Part of my t-shirt was badly stained, not that I minded.  It was red anyhow, with white polka dots, hence Jenny, whom loved red polka dot designs, had given it to me for Christmas.  Personally I despised them, owing to why I was using it as a pyjama top.  However, if
Jenny discovered that, she would be both horrified and disgusted.  It could only be expected, since we have contrasting tastes.
    I carefully got up out of bed, trying not to tread on any rubbish.  I pushed the door open slightly, just enough to slip through, and crept across the landing, into the bathroom.  Using a towel, I attempted to wash the blood off.  My arm was soon clean once again, and smelled of fresh, sweet roses, while I continued to scrub my t-shirt, trying to get it off, but to no avail. 
    Sighing, I left the bathroom, yet again making sure not to stumble and waken anybody.  When I reached my bed, I flopped down on it, then checked the time.  5:37 a.m.No point in going back to sleep. 
    I yawned, then found my iPod in the drawer beside my bed.  Switching it on, I put my earphones on and switched it onto shuffle.  Heavy guitar riffs, then screaming vocals, accompanied by heavy drum beats, you could tell I preferred heavy music. 
    Lying back down on my pillow, I looked around my bedroom.  On the walls hung pictures of my favourite bands, drawing by me, a picture of my favourite soccer team, not that I was a big fan of soccer, but I fondly remembered watching matches on the television with my dad, and in a slightly battered wooden frame, a photo of my family before my dad died. 
    I was twelve in the photo.  My hair was long and limp, hanging life-lessly on my shoulders like a dull, brown curtain.  I was tall, and I was wearing a white top decorated in neon coloured splats, and skinny jeans.  My brother stood beside me, an innocent looking four year old, with his messy blonde hair and blue eyes.  He looked like an angel; you would think he would be helpful and kind, but no, he was terrible, always running about the house, knocking over the umbrella stand and smashing vases with his friends.  My father and mother stood behind us.  My mother had blonde hair, long and curled.  Her eyes were dark brown, harsh behind black glasses.  Since then, she had abandoned the glasses, and now wore contacts.

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