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The water falling from the sky turned from a drizzle into a downpour.
A white mist drifted up from the ground, obscuring the area and limiting visibility.
From within the sewer grate the mist coiled up to the surface, growing thicker and brighter before it began a dazzling spinning display around a small figure that had appeared from seemingly nowhere.
The young female stepped forward. Where her bare feet touched the tar, little puddles of ice spread. She looked up - her face innocent, and fair, and pretty, like an angel. A somewhat dead and suffocated angel. Her gaze lifted to rest on the odd bunch collected together, as if they had been waiting for her.
The last scrap of conversation drifted toward her, like voices muffled through a wall of water, but she knew the words spoken, and felt a flare of indignant fury.
"The ancient Greeks were fools to ever mistake a simple girl for a goddess," her voice sliced through the damp air like a glacier cracking. "I am Isis, the Goddess of the frozen depths, and you have provoked my fury!"
