Family of Magic (PAFP need boy OR girl)

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;]That's gotta mean something. Cat's eyes never glowed without good reason, she assumed. Molly got onto the floor to look into those shining greens.

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the cat looks her in the eyes and meows softly, purring and brushing against Molly's face. a Strange voice sounds in her head.
You are not ready yet.

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Her alertness shot through the roof. Molly whirled her head around to look to the only other person (Currently) capable of speech: Sigurd. She glared, confused and a smidge angry. "What? Repeat that."

No way it was the cat. Maybe...No...

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He blinks.
"What? I didn't say anything... why are you staring at the cat?"
He puts a hand on her shoulder.
"You okay?"

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] "You know, just hearing voices and going crazy. Perfectly fine!"

Molly used sarcasm; Her go-to tool next to rage. "Seriously? You didn't hear a little voice?" Now that she said it aloud, it DID sound a bit crazy. She put her own hand to the one on her shoulder. Odd...

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He frowns slightly.
"Let's have some food."

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] No use going nuts on an empty stomach. Even as they were walking away, Molly kept looking back over her shoulder. Expecting to hear that voice again. Just imaging it...Don't get worked up...

*_{The next scene? Molly has kinda dozed off while searching hard for the next key. She experiences a vivid dream or nightmare that not only gives a clue, but leaves her with a sense of dread, along with cluing her towards Ezra's secret}*

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Her dream was vivid, a massive beast sits upon a throne made of bones, each one still covered in fresh blood, the figure leans towards her, his breath was rank, smelling of thousands of rotting corpses, his eyes flared with malevolent energy.
"Girl, you think to unlock our secrets, your father cannot do it, nor can you. Give up your pathetic puzzle, or..."
he gestures to a seemingly empty spot on the throne, where the boesn did not quite complete it.
"Your boens will finish my throne."
he turns to her again and breaths in her face.
"Wake now, and think upon my warnings girl, and if you do not believe me."
His last words, somehow, are the most terrifying.
"Look into his eyes, those cold, dead eyes of your father's."

[fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Molly hit the floor with a scream. Reality bumrushed her HARD. As the panic drained away, she took the time to asses the circumstances.

She hit the library for her next guess. She searched every nook, cranny, and shelf but found Zilch. Nada. Bupkis. Eventually, Molly tired herself out. A nearby couch seemed like the best place to rest...She barely shut her eyes before all those HORRIBLE things flashed through her brain like a movie at the cinema.

Back to current events: Molly lay on her stomach on the floor. Panting hard and trying to see if this was actually real life; Not part of the gruesome nightmare.
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Sigurd comes running, and opens the door and sees her on the floor, he kneels next to her and rests a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Molly you alright? We heard you scream and came running."
Her father stands in the doorway, looking somber, his gaze still hidden by the glasses.
"You saw the throne, and the Demon that sits upon it did you?"