 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
"Phoebe, take the birch twig, dip it into the brown potion which you took and draw over the alpha and omega upon the photograph i gave you."
She watched her obey and before she could put the twig back down Marcella instructed, "Draw the symbols through me with that twig."
Eyes wide, she wretched as she watched her do so, expecting to feel pain, although she wasn't quite sure how that would be at all possible.
Then, as she looked down upon herself, she found holes, great chunks of her transparent being disappearing. Feeling slightly paniced, she looked up as pieces of her ghostly form faded away. A tugging sensation pulled at her insides and she felt herself sinking, vanishing, being pulled into something else, into Phoebe's 'shell'. Nausea overcame her as her soul came into direct contact with a human body for the first time in years. Despite the fact she as herself had no insides, she felt her prescence intruding on Phoebe's internal organs, the discomfort Phoenix felt also being able to be felt by Marcella.
Just when she though the aching couldn't get any worse it stopped, she blinked and saw a light blinding her eyes. Was this the veil or the light of life. All was still, she couldn't hear a thing that was going on on the outside. |