SparkyQuinn
Training to be a Wizard
You're Nightwing, you get a call from an unknown number and an unfamiliar, weak feminine voice tells you to come to a hospital in a small town not very far from you, only giving you the address and room number G128 before hanging up.
Laying in the dull bed is a young Asian woman, her long dark hair surrounding her head, fanning out on the pillow. Her eyes are peacefully closed until they flutter open to look at you. A soft voice states, "I wasn't sure you'd come." There's a teasing hint as her green eyes observe you comfortably, as if she knows you. Something is oddly familiar about her features, but you can't quite seem to put your finger on it yet.
Laying in the dull bed is a young Asian woman, her long dark hair surrounding her head, fanning out on the pillow. Her eyes are peacefully closed until they flutter open to look at you. A soft voice states, "I wasn't sure you'd come." There's a teasing hint as her green eyes observe you comfortably, as if she knows you. Something is oddly familiar about her features, but you can't quite seem to put your finger on it yet.
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