Silence expanded away from the tiny silver-eyed woman as she fell toward the ground, the white fire like energy fading as she collapsed. Then as she fell the clatter of metal sliding over stone, and her hand fell empty to the ground her silver dagger sliding across the ground as she fell into an empty dream.

Slowly a tall sturdy woman entered the cave and lifted the girl whispering, "Oh, my sister why did you beg to protect them. For now you possess the White darkness and it will consume your memory of this world. Yet I will make it so that you will not be devoured by it only exhausted and weak, so that while you may still die if you use to often you have a chance." With this the woman began to weep and a dark swirling hole opened beside her and sadly the woman lowered the white haired woman to it and said gravely, "Fare thee well, Mist my Mist my your heart always guide you."

Then the white haired and silver eyed woman was gone and all that remained was a weeping woman and the stain of blood dripping of the silver dagger onto the white marble floor.