She smiled before whirling away from the light, returning to the dark. Laughter filled the room, the sound bouncing off the walls. "You wish to make my acquaintance?" She said, and gentle footsteps were heard as she came into the light.

"I am the emikae. Beware, for I am not something you'd like to keep around for very long.

"The dark is my friend, sarcasm my companion, and the written word my lover. Upon these I thrive. Not many can wriggle their way in past them. I bid you try."

~emikae

Status on the Power Known Not:

11/20/2015 I am still alive and reading. Writing, not so much. I just started a new job with more downtime, so perhaps the characters that are playing in my head will make it to your screen.