"She's been infected by the Rabbit Clan," Aizbeth sobbed, turning her head as the hatchling began to rip Vhictor apart.
"Not quite," Lord Avondale said, rolling up his sleeves. "Your hatchling has been possessed by a demon spirit--the grunny coming out of her head is a side effect. I need to reassemble the spirit and your daughter quickly or else you'll loose your daughter to the demon forever."
"Whatever, just do it," Aizbeth replied.
Striding over to the hatchling, Lord Avondale roughly picked her up and ripped the grunny off her head. Muttering a couple of words, he slammed the heel of his hand into the hatchling's forehead.
Crying out, the hatchling flew backward and landed at Aizbeth's feet. Stalking after her, Lord Avondale reached into the hatchling's chest and ripped out a negative version of the hatchling.
Grabbing the dark haired hatchling and the white haired hatchling by the front of their shirts, Lord Avondale lifted them off the ground and slammed them together. Muttering yet another spell, he fused their bodies together to make sure the dark haired hatchling would have the dominate personality. As the hatchling collapsed, Lord Avondale recited an old prophecy:
Hatched as one
Live as one
Die as one
Opposites attract
yet repel
One Good
One Evil
Without either
All is lost
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