Sorry about the late update, my laptop broke and I haven't had much access to a computer since my laptop broke.

And to PhantomGalaxy13, That is exactly the kind of review that I was hoping to receive. Thanks.

So now, I have a chapter filled with both action and character interaction. Enjoy!


The new unofficial meme of this group is to blame everything on Gorge. Officially.

We all unsheathe our weapons, as the nearby noise gets closer.

"Has someone come to take Mother? I forbid that to ever happen!" the same voice yells.

First of all- Mother? Secondly- I have a dreadful feeling that all of the bandits in the area have been alerted to our presence by now, which seems to ruin the entire point of being stealthy.

After a few seconds, a rather bulky man emerges out of a nearby shrub. His weapon is already drawn, but that still doesn't stop him from being impaled by six different weapons. The fact that he has no protection on his chest doesn't help too much either. Nope. Not one little bit.

He tries to quickly alert his comrades, though we have already destroyed most of his vital-

What the-?! Why am I wet? I can't see either!

Okay, OWOWOWOWOW! MY EYES ARE KILLING ME!

Wait, that scent... Of course. I'm covered in HIS blood. Nope, not mine. Just some random stranger's blood.

Nyahaha! Blood!

Okay, enough of the Henry impression- Ugh... That scent is way to strong.

Gods, I think I'm gonna... Gonna-

Wait, did I just say gods? I've never even HEARD anyone say it, let alone long enough for me to pick up the speaking habit.

Hold on a second, JEEEEEERRRRREEEEEMIIIIIAAAAAAAHHHHH!

I'm not here right now. Please send a message after the bleep. Bleeeep! Oh HAWHAWHAW! Very funny.

"First kill, I see." I think that's Jafray. "I wouldn't worry, if I were you. It isn't usually this messy." I hear the others laugh before I feel something rubbing on my face. I think it's a cloth, but I need to be sure.

"Who is this? What are you rubbing on me?" I ask them.

"Me." That was Geoff, I'm pretty sure. "And I'm just rubbing a cloth on you. What else would it be? By the way, you may not want to puncture and artery next time."

I groan. "Do you think that I WANTED to do this? Just go ahead and tell me where the nearest place that I can vomit is." On the bright side, I can still see again, though everything is tinted red.

"Niro said that there's a lake nearby." I hear Gorge pipe up. Gods, his voice his so aggravatingly prideful.

... I said it again, didn't I? Ugh, of course I did.


I take a few more steps towards the lake, dodging the stones and vines scattered about. Seeing is hard when in complete darkness. The red tint and the pain doesn't help one bit, either.

I take a step next to the water, in which I immediately get down upon my knees and cup my hands. I splash a few handfuls of water into my eyes until the red clears out. Thankfully, it does. I then stand up, and casually vomit into the water.

It's funny because I don't remember eating anything today, yet I'm not even hungry.

"Ravel, wait up!" I hear someone yell. I'm pretty sure that it's Niro, since I hear what sounds like gusts of wind alongside it. Wyvern wings actually do sound like that, and it can be pretty quiet at times. The only reason that I can really hear it is because the night is quiet enough to where that's the only sound that I hear.

Sure enough, I turn around to see Niro and Rysor barreling in my direction.

"What is it?" I ask Niro.

"I've wanted to tell you that the others have already gone ahead into the fort." he responds. "They told us to stay out here and guard the entrance just in case someone tries to come in after them."

I can't help but find that disappointing. I was hoping for a bit of experience, so that I'm not a complete and utter weakling this entire time. Nevertheless, I'll probably get some experience regardless.

"Alright, but should I get on top of Rysor?" I ask him, "Or should I go on foot?"

"Just climb on." he smiles. "I'd prefer for you to not get slaughtered when I'm not around." With that, he takes my hand and pulls me atop the wyvern.

I still can't help but think that this is a bit uncomforta-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGHHHHHHHHH!

T-that was fast... Oh no. We're up high... And I'm afraid of heights... And it takes only a small gust of wind to send me falling... to... my... death...

...

PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! BAD IDEA! BAD IDEA!

I wrap my arms around Niro, hoping desperately that I don't fall off. He'd better not get any ideas, or else... I can't think of anything.

"You do know that there's a strap for riders, right?"

... Seriously? Well, that isn't as bad.

I take the strap and buckle it around my waist, before I finally start to loosen up a bit. This actually isn't as bad as I had thought. This is kind of starting to get fun.


Surprisingly, things haven't taken a turn for the worst like they usually do. While the others haven't been back for a few hours, I'm still here with Niro. Hold on? What are those specks on the ground? Could it be?

"Enemy spotted." I announce. "Should we greet them, Sir Niro?" I make sure to use a mock-noble impression just for effect. Just so it's clear: I'm awesome with imitation. Admittedly, I'm not the best, though I am certainly not terrible at it.

"Indeed, Sir Ravel." he uses a similar fake impression, though not as good as mine. We both laugh for a minute- I swear that Rysor was also laughing- before diving towards a crowd of bandits.

I draw my weapon as we get within attacking range, after which I swing wildly- Which can be surprisingly effective when fighting a superior number.

"What the he-?!" I don't let him finish, as I decapitate him.

"Run away everyon-!" Sorry, can't let you finish either.

"We have to protect-!" No. Just no.

...

All of the men are dead. Effortlessly. I can't even comprehend how much experience that I must have just gotten. I can even feel the strength running through me, though that may just be adrenaline. Wait, is that an arm hanging out of Rysor's throat? O...kay.

"Why aren't the others back yet?"Niro asks me. I have been wondering that myself, and I just assumed that they were taking their time. Though it is about time that he had pointed it out.

"I think that we should go in after them" I tell him. "We need to make sure that they haven't died." I'm a bit afraid at how nonchalantly that I said that. I am genuinely afraid that they are dead. After all, I don't want to lose my best friend and most of the important characters this early into the story. But then again, there would still be Niro, who is awesome enough.

"I guess you are right, but I'll be forced to leave Rysor out here alone." he responds. "Not that he'll need any help, however. Wyverns can breathe fire." Wait, they can? I had always read of that in fanfictions that they could, but I just assumed that they couldn't actually do so.


"Alright, boy! Make sure that nobody goes in here after us. Got it?" Niro commands his wyvern.

Rysor lets out a small roar of content, before flying into a nearby tree.

For a supposedly vicious reptile, Rysor seems to act pretty playful.

Even then, it's almost like he is a living war machine. After all, he is a black wyvern with armor to match, which makes him blend into the darkness almost perfectly. The only way that you can even see him is by looking at his eyes, but only because they glow. Yes, you heard me right: They actually glow in the dark. I'm still a bit surprised by it myself.

With that out the way, Niro and I make our way into the fortress doorway, which is littered with the mangles corpses of slaughtered bandits. The fault of which is yours truly.

"Mother will open the eyes of all!" I hear a raspy voice cough. "Damn those that fail to see it!" I turn around to see an impaled bandit lying on the ground. A few of his organs are hanging out, and he appears to be suffering from major blood loss. Gross, but I'm less bothered by the sight then I would be earlier.

"Who is this, 'Mother'?" Niro asks the man.

"She is the darkness of the night!" he says in-between coughs. "She... Is..." he slumps dead before he can finish.

"That doesn't sound too promising, does it?" I explain to Niro.

"I know, we'll just have to be careful."


This hall is littered with corpses. Thankfully not of anyone that we know, which shows that the others may very well still be alive.

Though I will add that it feel pretty eerie in here, as if something- or someone- is watching me.

It's as if something is going to jump out at-

"Ravel!" Niro does a scream-whisper.

I jump, before responding. "What is it?"

"Look!" he points further down the hall, where there appears to be a much brighter room.

I put on an extremely exaggerated grin and turn towards him. "Shall we investigate, Sir Niro?"

He puts on a similar grin and answers with: "Indeed, Sir Ravel." With that, we draw our weapons and rush down the hallway. We pass by a few places where the hallway branches, where each are surprisingly empty. It isn't until the last branch that I final hear something.

"Ravel? Niro? Is that you?" Jafray? I think that was him.

I turn towards that hall, only to see a crouching figure in the shadows. (Yeah, convenient shade)

"Jafray?" Niro's jaw drops. "What happened? Where are the others?"

He doesn't answer. Instead, he limps into the main hall and points at the main room. As he gets into the light, I can't help but notice that his leg is in bad condition, and it is leaking an obscure amount of blood. But honestly, I don't see the othe- Oh crap.

I see them now. Geoff, Gorge, and Calina are each tied down upon their knees in the center of the room, which appears to be a throne room of some kind. However, there is no throne. There is only a coffin lying in a spot where the throne would normally sit. It's as if this is a worship room of some ki...

"I think I just realized who 'Mother' is." I mutter. This isn't good. Not good at all.

Soon, a girl dressed like a Dark Knight emerges from behind the coffin. She appears to have a sort of far-out lifeless look to her, which only adds to the creepiness. She raises her hand before speaking.

"Mother has been watching you." she stares at our friends with an emotionless look. "She dislikes you. She shall purify you! Have her become one with you!" she turns towards the coffin, which begins to grow a purple hue.

Uh-oh. Not good. NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD AT ALL!

"Embrace the magic within her!" the girl screams. Our friends are showing clear signs of panic, and I don't see why they wouldn't.

The coffins starts to glow brighter.

"What is she-?!"

"DON'T LOOK AT IT!"I close my eyes and yank Niro and Jafray into the branch of the hall, just as the girl opens the coffin.

Even though my eyes are closed, I can still see the light. It's a sort of purple that manages to be bright and dark at the exact same time.

I don't know what is going on. Nor do I wish to know what is going on in there.

Thankfully, the light is starting to dim again.

"I think we can open our eyes now." Niro states. I agree. I peak open my eyes and look around. Nothing appears to have changed, though we haven't looked in the other room yet. Though I will admit that what occurred in there weas like something from a horror movie. It was frightening, without a doubt. What has become of the others? Have they died? Are they possessed? I guess that there is only one way to find out.

I climb up and peak out of the doorway, and the other two do the same.

Geoff, Gorge, and Calina have all fallen unconscious-

Nevermind, they are getting up.

"Mother." they each mutter.

This sends Jafray into a frenzy. "Calina!" he screams. he climbs up and limps towards Calina's emotionless body. The blood loss appears to be getting worse, which may not end- Shit. He just fell.

Niro and I climb up and run to his aid, ignoring our possessed friends for the time-being.

"More intruders?" the dark knight deadpans. "Mother shall cleanse you as well!" she pulls out a dark tome, pointing it in our direction. Our possessed friends do the same, thus surrounding the three of us. Two, if you don't count Jafray. He is showing now signs of getting up any time soon.

Hold up- There's another person in this bunch.

Could it be? It's the person that took Draiotoll in the first place. He's still the same barbarian; brown hair, muscular, but now that I look, he seems to have the emotionless stare as well.

... Why would these people rob the town, if they are simply possessed? Are they looking for something- or...

"This isn't good." Niro interrupts. He grits his teeth and shivers, all while clutching his axe. I can feel myself shaking as well. What can we do? We're surrounded by our own friends, all because... of.. the... coffin...

Wait a second, the coffin!

"I think I have an idea!" I turn towards Niro. "Distract them!" He looks confused for a second, until the words finally sink in. He pushes the crowd a bit, which gives me just enough space to slip away.

I have a strong feeling that the coffin just has to be the source of power. It simply seems logical to me.

I step up next to the coffin, and-

OWOWOWOWOW! Why am I on the ground? Why am I in pain? No! NO!

The girl approaches me, her tome open and her palm raised. Dark energy is radiating from between her fingers, threatening to blast me to pieces.

"You are no longer worthy of her blessing." the girl mutters. "The time of judgment is nigh!"

Instead of using her tome, the girl pulls out a sword.

Hold on... Draiotoll?! Why does she have that?!

"Ravel. Descendent of the general. May your soul be stolen by your own blade!" she yells.

She lifts up the blade and points it straight towards my chest.

Why does it have to end like this? What did I do wrong? I close my eyes and brace myself, hoping for a quick and painless death.


A/N: Yes, cliffhanger. I did it, alright.

Admittedly, I'm still questioning why I chose to have the possession thing occur, anyways.

At first, it was going to be a simple bandit fight, but then I got the idea of having someone possess them.

You can see where the idea went from there.

Anyways, I'll be making corrections to some of the... obvious... errors that I had made in earlier chapters. (I'm not naming any in particular, mainly because there are so many.)

Anyways, please Review. I'm not going to beg this time.