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The morning sunlight filtered through the partially open windows, its rays falling on Irina who lay sleeping in a large bed, the blood from the previous night had been washed from her skin but the bruises still showed. Her eyelids fluttered open and for a split second she didnÕt know where she was. She tried to sit up but found that the pain was to much so she allowed herself to lay back down. The events of the previous day were still a bit of a blur to her. She figured she must have passed out after returning home.
Katya entered the room, she was carrying a tray with breakfast and was glad to see Irina awake. ÒYou sustained a pretty bad knife wound, other then that a few bruises and scratches, it should heal nicelyÓ She explained as she set the tray down on the bed side table. ÒIf you donÕt mind me asking, what exactly happened?Ó
ÒSloane had made a pretty big deal with Curvee involving the Key, I had figured it was just involving money, but it turns out Curvee was after a bit more then money this time, he was after me. unfortunately by the time I figured out that it was a trap, it was a little too late.Ó
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There was a rather large storage area well hidden beneath their house. It was there that everything related to RambaldiÕs work was stored, it was perhaps the largest collection of Rambaldi artifacts in existence. Earlier Katya had taken the key of life and added it to the collection. It seemed to her to ba a rather odd assortment of objects, manuscripts and devices, all which came together to fulfill some unknown purpose.
She remembered the prophesy, there were 11 pages in all, they were in possession of 7. Each was the 47th page of a different manuscript, and each depicted a women, all women who were in some way related to her, and one which was her. They all echoed the same prophetic phrase:
ÔThe woman here depicted will possess unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works, bind them with fury; a burning anger. Unless prevented, at vulgar cost, this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation.Õ
What worried Katya was not the idea of utter desolation, but rather the vulgar cost. So far every woman who had been depicted in RambaldiÕs prophesy had either died young, or gone insane. She wondered which was better, to die before your 30th birthday, or to live a long life filled with nothing but pain and ending in insanity.
It filled her with feelings of anger and fear. She was scared of her own destiny, and angry that there seemed to be no escaping it. She was intrigued by RambaldiÕs work, as was everyone else who studied it, but many times she found herself wishing she had never even heard of him. She knew that whether she knew of the prophesy or not, it would not change the outcome, but she figured it would have been easier not knowing.
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The morning sunlight filtered through the partially open windows, its rays falling on Irina who lay sleeping in a large bed, the blood from the previous night had been washed from her skin but the bruises still showed. Her eyelids fluttered open and for a split second she didnÕt know where she was. She tried to sit up but found that the pain was to much so she allowed herself to lay back down. The events of the previous day were still a bit of a blur to her. She figured she must have passed out after returning home.
Katya entered the room, she was carrying a tray with breakfast and was glad to see Irina awake. ÒYou sustained a pretty bad knife wound, other then that a few bruises and scratches, it should heal nicelyÓ She explained as she set the tray down on the bed side table. ÒIf you donÕt mind me asking, what exactly happened?Ó
ÒSloane had made a pretty big deal with Curvee involving the Key, I had figured it was just involving money, but it turns out Curvee was after a bit more then money this time, he was after me. unfortunately by the time I figured out that it was a trap, it was a little too late.Ó
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There was a rather large storage area well hidden beneath their house. It was there that everything related to RambaldiÕs work was stored, it was perhaps the largest collection of Rambaldi artifacts in existence. Earlier Katya had taken the key of life and added it to the collection. It seemed to her to ba a rather odd assortment of objects, manuscripts and devices, all which came together to fulfill some unknown purpose.
She remembered the prophesy, there were 11 pages in all, they were in possession of 7. Each was the 47th page of a different manuscript, and each depicted a women, all women who were in some way related to her, and one which was her. They all echoed the same prophetic phrase:
ÔThe woman here depicted will possess unseen marks. Signs that she will be the one to bring forth my works, bind them with fury; a burning anger. Unless prevented, at vulgar cost, this woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation.Õ
What worried Katya was not the idea of utter desolation, but rather the vulgar cost. So far every woman who had been depicted in RambaldiÕs prophesy had either died young, or gone insane. She wondered which was better, to die before your 30th birthday, or to live a long life filled with nothing but pain and ending in insanity.
It filled her with feelings of anger and fear. She was scared of her own destiny, and angry that there seemed to be no escaping it. She was intrigued by RambaldiÕs work, as was everyone else who studied it, but many times she found herself wishing she had never even heard of him. She knew that whether she knew of the prophesy or not, it would not change the outcome, but she figured it would have been easier not knowing.
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