"Careful.. hardlight burns." [i] A voice whispered on the wind, it sent a shiver down Alyssa's spine, like knives were raking her bones. The voice was cold and metallic sounding, hard and with an edge to it, like razors on ice. Almost as it carried a promise that had yet to be fulfilled.. what that promise was, was anyone's guess. Alyssa could find no phantom to attribute the voice to. It seemed to come from all directions, no one set place.. [/i]