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The Power that Lies Within the Dormant
The object hurtled through the clouds,
crashed through the capony of the forest
and landed with an explosive spray of debris and dirt.
A trail of white-gray smoke stained the air.
The jabberwock stirred in its slumber,
the bandersnatch sniffed the air and listened,
and other unknown creatures within the forest hesitated.
Two certain beings turned their heads
in the direction of the sound
and began to run.
In the center of the newly-made crater, the round object gave a small hiss before splitting into segments and falling open. The person inside rose up slowly to their feet. Narrowed green eyes surveyed the circle of destruction where small flames were beginning to devour the nearby trees. The girl made a growl of displeasure and waved an absentminded arm at the flames which distorted into harmless steam. She turned around.
Two boys were watching her warily from the edge of the crater, two boys with insanely perfect faces and luminous eyes:
Dolls. Twins.
They stood about three foot tall, each facial feature alike, yet expression, color and clothing unsimilar.
The one with the white-bleached hair stepped forward and spoke up in his alluring, angelic voice.
"What's your name?"
The girl regarded them with keen eyes.
"Introduce yourselves first, please,"" she said impassively at last. The white-haired twin glanced at his dark haired brother who shrugged carelessly before they made their way carefully towards her on nimble lanky legs; they were most likely ball-jointed.
"I'm Tweedle Dee," the snowy-haired doll replied, "And this is Tweedle Dun."
The second twin who had been staring down at his red-as-freshly-spilt-blood sneakers all this time muttered something incorhent.
"He says: Tweedle Dun, Dun for Duncan, not Tweedle Dum, Dum as in dumb," the first sibling translated automatically.
The girl looked from one twin to the next.
"Well, why do you ask for my name?"
Once again, Dun mumbled something, causing his brother to roll his blue cat-like eyes.
"Ignore him please. We owe someone a favor and that person has requested us to keep an eye out for visitors; he is waiting for someone, we assume."
"And the name of that someone you owe a favor is...?"
Tweedle Dee began to look slightly irked at being asked so many questions. Dun whispered one single word.
"Damian."
The girl's eyes widened slightly and she snapped a hand behind her. The metal pod disgenerated rapidly into steam. Her lips stretched into an eager smile.
"Eris...call me Eris," she replied.