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"Family Jewels"

Prompt: They All Come Back

Dracora’s two moons shone into the cave, gleaming off facets of gemstone within. The vixen looked at them all, fox statues, frozen in agony and morbid beauty. Her ancestors. Her fate. She clenched her forepaw, the living emerald clicking together as bone and muscle moved beneath, the stone merging into fur further up her leg. A year, maybe less, the healer had said, but one could never tell with a curse flowing through a Half-Blood. Movement caught the she-fox’s eye. She whirled, hackles up. Nothing but a trick of light. She rose to her hind legs, tail waving for balance, sniffing. No scent.   “You will join us soon enough…”   A whisper of wind through the cave. But there was no wind.   More movement, clicking of stone on stone. She saw moonlight reflected off eyes that should not have seen her. The statues moved towards her. They spoke, “You will join us soon enough.”   “Never!” The vixen snarled, focusing her magic through that cursed paw, shifting the stone into a dagger blade. It was all she could do not to scream in pain, and without constant focus of her power on halting the spread…   They laughed, closing in, “Yes! Speed your fate along, cub! You will add to our beauty.”   But she was no cub.   She slashed, whole body jarring as emerald struck ruby. Her granddam or an uncle? No matter, she fought on as they grabbed with paws and jaws, to trap her with them. Her mother’s sapphire form offered comfort, “There is no fighting it. We failed our divine duty and were punished."   “Then I will redeem us! I will not be another failure!” the vixen screamed, striking with all her might.   CRACK!   “Sister?!”   The vixen spun, leaped back, dagger missing her brother’s throat.   “What are you doing?!” Her brother, his canvid body a bluejay’s forehalf merged gracefully with jackal hindquarters. His demigod blood untainted.   She breathed hard, unharmed, surrounded by dead statues, mother’s sapphire head at her feet. She stormed past him, limping silently.   He examined the tomb, worried, smelling fear. What had she seen this time?

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