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Twice a year the sisters make a journy to the Keep where they insure thier youngest sisters safty and that of the world by binding her there for the three days of her heat. The Keep, carved from the black rock of the Iron Flame moutains has stood here even before the time of the great Shade that wrapped the world in the darkness.
Sar`Lotha Fola eldest sister leads them on the three day journy and as they reach the lands of Fola they stop, Lotha with a wave of her hand makes the shroud of the blacken mist part and the three sisters move on.
"Why does Amornia never come, is she so speacal she can't be here?" Vorcha asks in a rather annoyed tone.
"No!" Droch says softly "Her place is not here during this time, You know that."
The three walk with ease through the black mist for a day and a quater night til they pass from the mist and before them stands the black harsh walls of the Keep. The Keep stands as if a wound on the land, the burned and dead land facing the moutain it is carved into a symbol of the life lost here in bloody battles of times long past. As the three approch the massive gate Lotha waves her hand and slowly with a creak and rumble of its wieght on the massive hinges it opens slowly.
"You know this would be alot faster if I hand wings and we could just fly here. Why can't I have wings" Vorcha whined
"BECAUSE!" Lotha snaps "Not all of us are gifted with wings sister, as not all of us are gifted with being able to bare children." Lotha enters the Keep with fist clinched.
Vorcha smirks but before she can say what she was going to say a firm hand scruffs her by the neck and stops her in her tracks. Droch leans close to her little sisters ear and whispers."Do not say what you were thinking sister, You know that is a sore subject with her and would more then likily bring her wrath down on you.....again...And I will not stop her as soon as I did last time, Understand?"
Vorch just nods faintly as she stands still arms tucked up to her chest.
The three enter the grand hall then make thier way down to the depths of the keep to a room they know well. Once there Vorcha undresses and hands her cloths to Droch. Then she walks to where Lotha waits and kneels.
Lotha thus begins to bind her little sister to the massive block floor with chains that are said to have once held the Black elder dragon Nolgresh. As Lotha secures the last shackle Vorcha looks up to her elder sister.
"Sister?" Vorcha whimpers,
Lotha looks down with a cold glar. "What now?" she says.
Vorcha lowers her head and meekly says "I'm sorry I am such a pain all the time, I don't know why I am but I don't want you to hate me sister.....I'm sorry."
Lotha smiles ever so slightly and reaches down and ruffles Vorcha's hair. "You are who you are and no matter how much of a pain you are we are still family, remember that cub." Lotha says and turns away heading towards the door to the room but turns just before leaving and says .
"We'll be back in three days, remember to calm your mind and let the days pass do not fight it and they will pass quickly"
As she turns the doors close and lock.
Vorcha looks around the room, the scorched walls give a hint of what will come, but she just sighs and settles down and closes her eyes.
With the suns dawning the next day Vorcha wakes to a familar feeling growing deep within her as she feels her bodies want to breed its need to cool the fire that begins to grow deep in her pure maidenhood. Vorcha whimpers softly. "Ohhh damn!"