Full moon, and rereading a phrophecy

[Hayzie]

While one hides and one explores,
one shall open hidden doors,
Then the three shall meet again,
And tell of sights and dreams on end.
There will be ties and hidden sims,
and them the light shall dim.
The truth be told,
the past reopened,
until one shall be broken.

What did it all mean? Hayzie had held on to the piece of parchment since the year before, since the previous January. Amy had read it aloud in the library following a series of nightmares the two girls had experienced, and a strange string of visions Branwen told them of, and yet no answer had ever come. Nothing ever seemed to make any sense. Hayzie had even gone into the forest not long after starting at the school to demand answers of characters who maybe shouldn't have been asked. But seventeen months on, nothing had come from Notradamus's prediction. Maybe Amy had forgotten about it. After all, following the last war MH had seen, nothing had come out of it. Though this time... this time it seemed different.

Shivering, and pulling her cloak around her a little tighter, Hayz took the breaks off her wheelchair and headed towards the tree in the Graveyard which had a swing attached to it. The full moon was shining brightly on the yard, illuminating the tombstones which lay there, numerous bodies underneath who had med various ends. The blonde's thoughts wondered to the upcoming war with Danawi. It was likely some lives would be lost, as much as many didn't want anyone to come to that eventual fate.

"Why do things have to turn out like this?" Hayzie sighed, folding up the parchment after taking a final glance. The three mentioned in the phrophecy could be any three. It could be people, it could be species, it could be.... mortals, immortals and spirits?

Who knew?

Though the right answer wasn't even on the tip of Hayzie's tongue, she was able to breathe one statement, the simple one of: "I sure don't."

ooc: omg, ignore the awfulness XDXD. And I know it's a debate point at the moment, but this is a random invite only -ducks from flying tomatos-

[Michaela]

It was a broken evening. Clouds rolled lazily over a lack-lustre sky, obscuring stars and occassionally even the moon with their moth-bitten appearance.

Michaela didn't often traverse the land consumed by the graveyard, considering it's idea to be far too cliche, but a certain melancholy and those now frequent tuggings of nostalgia beckoned her enter. Many of the people shrouded in the soil beneath her feet had been helped into their graves by her pearly incissors, but the woman felt no guilt. Niether did she feel joy. It simply was.

I sure don't.

The words carried across the expanse of cold stone and broken earth, teasing Mich's ears and causing her to look up from the decaying headstone at her feet. Their source appeared to be a young blonde girl, seated in the wirey constraints of a modern wheelchair. Faint pricklings of remembrance washed over her, but for some odd reason Michaela simply couldn't place the child's identity, or conjour any idea of where they may have met. Then her nostrils flared as the tainted blood of hounds invaded her silent questing.

So she was a Lycan.
Lovely.

"What're you looking for?" Curiosity won out over judgement, and the vampiress was behind the girl in an instant, intruding upon the silence of her contemplative night.

[Hayzie]

Good question. What was she looking for? At the sound of a voice behind her, Hayz mentally kicked herself. How had she not felt the presence there. You're just distracted, that's all she told herself, looking round to bring the owner of the voice in to sight.

The woman standing behind her may not have recognised the blonde who sat in the wheelchair, but when the roles were reversed, they couldn't have been more opposite. Michaela De'Armestat, the name which struck fear into many student's hearts when they heard it, the person behind the name thought to have abandoned the grounds forever.

But obviously not. Michaela had returned.

Wide green eyes looked the woman up and down, blinking as if making sure it wasn't a hallucination. It took at least half a minute for Hayzie to regain her usually confident appearance, rather than the momentary one of disbelief. Shaking her head lightly, the blonde looked back down at the piece of parchment in her hand, and replied with three simple words which described her situation flawlessly.

"I'm not sure."