Unspeakable agony twists her face and wracks her body as the sphere cracks and shatters, fragments of chaos magic scattering to all corners. The light snake screams and fades, and the vampire baby howls again for its "mother." Or perhaps its nanny.
In her dying moments, Wanda manages a whisper of her own: "Miro pralo...."
The body of the Witch dissolves and mingles with the dust. Quicksilver's beloved twin has gone, to whatever reunion or reward or punishment awaits her.
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Date: 2006-10-19 03:57 pm (UTC)In her dying moments, Wanda manages a whisper of her own: "Miro pralo...."
The body of the Witch dissolves and mingles with the dust. Quicksilver's beloved twin has gone, to whatever reunion or reward or punishment awaits her.