Floria noticed calmly as the Mistress approached her. Lifting herself off the ground, Floria nodded towards the Mistress' greeting. Looking back at Dantiuls playing happily in the garden, Floria decided to let him have his fun for the time being.
As Floria walked with Mistress, she let the magic glow slightly in her eyes as she placed a finger upon her forehead. A small blue light shining softly from her finger as slight magic wrapped around it. When she had the Mistress' attention she placed her glowing finger upon her forehead, creating a small blue mark as some of Floria's magic flowed into the hostess. With the magical connection made, Floria's voice could be heard by the Mistress as she talked within her mind, even images could be transfered.
"When i was a child, there existed a small country caught in the midst of a war that spanned the world. The country like many other believed itself to be just and right in it's beliefs and that it had to protect itself at all costs. Men who considered themselves pioneers of progress realized this and began doing horrific experiments in an attempt to create the ultimate weapon to protect the country"
Flashes of images could be glimpsed, Men in white coats, horrific apparatus', a screaming child, a pillar of magic. Regaining her composure Floria continued her story.
"However the greatest flaw in their act of defense was their success. They managed to create the greatest weapon the world had ever scene. The power to eat the life and soul of whatever it touched was grafted into a single man. However life is memory and consuming the souls of many he began to hear their voices, the screams of suffering drove him to madness. So he rebelled. He destroyed the people who made him and let his madness eat at him.
Another image, a man shrouded in darkness and fire standing among the flaming wreckage of a city. His laugh hideous and hollow echoing around him.
"His touch does not only kill though, it can corrupt. Tainting the victim with a fragment of life, twisted by his own corruption. The corruption cannot be purified and slowly taints the user and drags them into madness. The worst part is that he has tainted me. In his last show of kindness and his worst act of brutality."
The final image appearing, the man clad in darkness, eyes glowing red, grinning with maddened glee as his right hand was stained in blood. A young Floria, no more than 13 years old lay on the ground, her throat torn out, blood pooling around her. The man standing over her let a black shadow swirl around his hand as he stabbed it into the center of the young Floria's chest.
"He will follow me, for not only have i been tainted but because of my magic and it's unusual nature. I was fused with so much magic that I create almost too much of it. My power is the ability to turn thought to reality, which can cause some accidents if I am not careful with my thoughts. Which brings me to the question. If that man comes for me, i will flee, but the child, i wish for him to stay here if i should have to run.
Letting the magic fade Floria relaxed a little bit, not noticing how much she was trembling. She didn't tell them everything, how could she, they would hate her for it, for the danger she possibly posed for them by just being there. Mr.Scratch was one thing, but that monster, the one that she watched rise to power, he terrified her.