[h1][u]Ciara Ventura[/u][/h1]
[i][color=gray]Wingram Academy, Main Building, Near the Cafeteria[/color][/i]
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That's when Ciara slid into the frame, hands crossed in a thinker pose, her features round and almost cute. She stared down at the stone doll, shoulder to shoulder - or should we say - shoulder to elbow with the tall paladin.

[b]“Kinda small, isn't it? For a king, at least.”[/b]

The Voice cracked through her mind like a whip, furious. [i]“What are you doing? You're suppose to be preparing for war!”[/i]

She sweated a bit, trying to appease them. [i]“Relax, I have a plan.”[/i]

[i]“What, let it talk you down by posing as a friend again?”[/i]

[i]“You shut up,”[/i] she hissed back. [i]“And no, I'm hoping this disarms it. It would make it weaker when we fight if we are somewhat close now.”[/i]

The Voices were silent for a moment, before a dark chuckle enamated from the recesses of her mind.

[i]“Clever Hunger. Very well. But remember what we want.”[/i]

She appeared a bit blue in the face for a split second. [i]“How could I forget?”[/i]

Her eyes glanced from the boy wearing a bucket, to the stone doll, then sideways up at Iraleth. From what she knew of the paladin, when she was committed, she wouldn't shake. But what would cause her to commit? The words of a tiny king?

Then there was the whole ‘it being foretold' business. They couldn't be talking about the Sacred Record. Did the Sacred Record even have a foretelling section…? Then what books were they referring to?

[i]“They could be lying.”[/i] The Voice spoke in her mind.

[i]“The little doll is too innocent to be a liar. But…”[/i]

Ciara paused, then smirked to herself, eyeing the stone doll again, trying to gauge its aura.

[i]Was it tasty?[/i]