The Return of Gloria
Suddenly through the darkness of the dream a slither of light twinkled softly "Light?" questioned the Ix inspecting it carefully,
"Light" whispered Liz before repeating "light!" with the Ix distracted the pain in her head had gone. Liz got up and started to run towards the light "stop!" said the Ix "this is the dream I created how could this happen!" as the light grew bigger Liz felt stronger "I said stop!"
Snarled the Ix "no" whispered Liz "what did you say?" growled the Ix "no!" shouted Liz anger building up inside her "Lucy can die now or not your choice" said the Ix. Suddenly small unnoticeable white flames flickered in the palms of Liz's clenched hands "poor little Lucy" chanted the Ix, the white fire grew stronger, "oh Lucy I Suppose she'll have to DIE!", a bolt of fire flew from Liz's hands and into the Ix "AARRGGGHHHH!" it cried before saying one last desperate whisper "i…i…its t…to late you…you fool" "huh?" said Liz,
The flames fizzled out and the light flowed around Liz wrapping her in its warmth and then spoke "the Ix isn't finished it is getting stronger much stronger than you could imagine I used much of my strength and a lot of my mother's to be here you did the rest" "what do you mean me? And who are you anyway? Who's your mum?" Questioned Liz, the light started shaping itself light clay on a potters wheel spinning faster and faster until it finally stopped "Gloria" said Liz
