100 in 100!

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Your challenge (should you choose to accept it) is to crank out 100 words or 1 graphic inspired by the word:
Trance

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Donn did not stay to see what he had done. Before Geary crumpled, he had already turned away, his furious march across the room met by the opening of the chamber door. No one was prepared to stop him and Korma, staring at Geary in surprised shock, could not find the voice to demand his capture. Ninon, reacting to the smell and heat of fresh blood in the air, was the first across the room, the first to reach the fallen man’s side before Korma became aware of the additional presences in the room.
“Stop! You shouldn’t…”
“What has…?” began Aman staring at the bruising mark on the side of Geary’s head.
“Channon…”
Uzzi turned back and ran after him, not knowing where he had gone but expecting him to seek the nearest way out.

Donn made it through the corridors and into the courtyard without anyone to stop him, none of those he passed daring to stop a man in a LaGuardia uniform whose mean, trance-like expression made them scramble out of his way. It was to his fortune that someone had tethered a horse on the post outside the door and that there was no one nearby, except the door guards who called impotently after him, to prevent him from yanking the reins free, swinging up on the nervous animal’s back, and pound away down the paved path.
By the time Uzzi reached the front door, the horse was too far away for him to stop.
By the time Donn passed a second rider with an entourage of a doze men in LaGuardia uniforms, he was too furious to see anything but red.
Fool, he thought. Hallister should have known better than to hurl accusations during a negotiation.
He should have known never to mention Yiva Channon’s death.
It had to be Yiva.
There was no way Hallister could have known anything about Lowell.
He needed to reach Lord. He needed to ensure damage control was well in place by the time this news, and the news of General Warby, reached the Elder’s ear.
He needed support if he was going to reach LaGuardia and discourage Jia Marrock from going anywhere near the Laedan seat.

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Stiles wasn’t sure if it was the flickering candlelight or the soft hum of Derek’s voice, but he was in a trance.

The ritual called for focus, something Derek excelled at and Stiles...didn’t. Yet, here he was, utterly captivated by the way Derek moved, the way his fingers brushed over runes with reverence.

“Stiles,” Derek said, snapping him out of it.

“Huh?” Stiles blinked, cheeks flushing.

“I said, hand me the wolfsbane.”

“Oh! Right, yeah. Wolfsbane. Totally.”

As he fumbled to pass the jar, Derek smirked.

“Maybe next time, focus on the ritual, not me.”

Stiles groaned. “Noted.”