Tonight was a fairly calm night, the day had passed for Marille like most any other. Her museum had been open, she led her usual tours from the curious upperclassmen and women of the varying species of Centralia. Going through her usual routine of initial human era artifacts and leading patrons all the way up to the time of Centralian colonization and its affects.

Now she was wondering through the halls late at night, the need for light not really being much of an issue for her due to the mutations given to her glowing green eyes from necromantic rituals.

She had been awoken from her sleep so late because a noise had peeked her rather keen elven ears. Stiring her awake and cojoling her into getting dressed in a gown that barely ecompased her Venus idol of a body.

Stalking now twords the the exhibit of the later Britalian idusital age, she found herself face to face with an open door she swore was locked when she went to bed. Slipping inside, she spies amongst faintly moonlight moon, a tall, slender figure holding a gleaming object Marille immediately recognized, the golden ring which contained the sleeping spirit of a teenage girl, Ayata, non of which had the power to manifest since marille had not yet fed them their daily ration of Plasma.

She was now left with a choice, to be quiet, or to be bold and stop this thief with a good old fashion magical trick.