Err, please don't kill me? Sorry, I've been away so long but with graduation, and open houses I've been busy. That and I've been working on other stories. On good news, the memory ark will be finished soon after this. And then hopefully it'll pick up. Actually the ending's already been written. After the memory and first arks are done then I have the second to do. That's right, a whole other ark!

...um, please put down those pitch forks. Eep!

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"But, Malchior..." began Caspar. "We don't have magic like you...how can we help?"

Malchior finally cracked a grin for his friends. "I can fix that."

Balthazar and Caspar shared a look before turning their attention back to their friend. "And then...just how are you planning on doing that, Malchior?" asked Balthazar waiting for him to explain himself.

Malchior held out his hands to him and Caspar. "Take my hand and find out." he said quietly. Balthazar and Caspar shared a look before hesitantly placing their hands in his. "And take each others." Another hesitant pause later and the three were joined hand to hand in a small circle. "If you want, I give you part of my power. You can do magic just like me. It'll grow with you but if we do this then we'll be most powerful together."

"You can do that?" whispered Caspar in awe, clenching her hands around theirs.

"Mother showed me." he explained. "She told me it's like giving you seeds of power. It'll grow with you and together when really be strong."

"Amazing." breathed Balthazar.

"But we all have to agree to this, alright?" Malchior told them. Both nodded and he clasped their hands tighter. "Alright then, repeat after me! The words are really hard to pronounce!"

"Alright, ready?"

"Ready!"

"Okay, then. Repeat after me!" he began, taking a deep breath. They copied him and waited. "Nozit cholk so. Decrempt mirisq nall. Nellshot menior! Ak va craslt!" (Why no latin? Because I'm sick and tired of trying to translate to latin. And yes I made that all up. If the animators can do that, so can I.)

After they finished, green swirling light and strong winds spun around them. The light and wind began to spin faster and faster almost forming a miniature whirlwind around them, as it did the shining green light took on the shape of a dragon before a backwash of power smashed them apart.

"Oww!" huffed Caspar as she propped herself up on her elbow. "Malchior I'm never listening to you again!"

"Did it work?" he huffed, sitting up.

"Look!" gasped Balthazar. The two of them looked to him. His hands glowed with bright white light. Gasping, they looked down at their own hands and saw the same glowing white light shining around them. Laughing the three of them looked up at each other and their eyes met and they stared.

And stared.

"Umm, guys...your eyes...they changed!"

"Well, your's did too!" Caspar shot back. It was true. While each child was almost identical from before, their eyes had changed. Each pair of eyes was almond shaped, blue as the sky, and slit.

"Wow." gasped Malchior. "Mother never mentioned this." They stared at each other for a bit before finally doing the sensible thing and getting off the cold damp ground. "I suppose this makes us siblings."

"Really?" asked Caspar. "You sure?"

"Come on, we should head to that scout post." murmured Balthazar, already making his way through the dense undergrowth. Caspar was about to follow when she realized Malchior was still standing at the ledge, looking out into the distance.

"Malchior! Come on, we gotta go!" she called to him. He looked over his shoulder at her before nodding. He hesitated a minute longer before turning and following his new siblings and running through the forest.

"Woh." Beast Boy breathed. There wasn't much else to say about what they had just seen. He turned to Mel with wide eyes. "Umm, right, what just happened?"

Everyone else who had been paying attention groaned.

"So, they can share power?" asked Robin. "Is that possible?"

"Yes but no one usually gives away power, let alone split three ways." answered Raven. "No one is usually quite that charitable."

The scene changed again but in a different way; the image merely blurred before refocusing. It was the same ledge but the trees and undergrowth had grown thicker and larger. And walking through the greenery, Malchior stepped out onto the ledge and stared out into the distance at the ruins of a once proud castle.

"Malchior!" came a young, feminine voice. "Malchior, come on! We're going now! Gods, are you here again?" Behind Malchior, a grown up Caspar stood beside an older Balthazar. "Come on, we're leaving today, aren't we?"

"Yes." he answered finally, turning to them. "Let's go."

"Where are they going?" asked Cyborg as they watched the trio walk away while the scene began to change again.

"Traveling." answered Mel. "The entries become more infrequent as two years pass--"

"Great more scene changes." grumbled Beast Boy.

"--And become more brief. Just a bit to go to the end." As she spoke the scene finally solidified. "See? Already more than halfway done."

As the image came into focus, they saw that three adolescents, riding down a long dirt road. They were chattering back and forth, grinning at one another. With a laugh, Malchior shoved at Caspar who took to defending herself by trying to smack him with her fan. Balthazar merely rolled his eyes at the two of them and turned to the two of them. "You would think after more than half a decade that you two would stop picking at each other."

"What!" huffed Caspar, trying to sound scandalized.

"Preposterous!" snapped Malchior with a snigger and turned back to shove his sister again when he spied movement over her shoulder. "Do not say or do anything, but we have company."

Caspar's eyes flashed but she merely twitched her fan in irritation while Balthazar discreetly began to scout their surroundings. She flickered her eyes over to her other brother while drawing her fan up to hide her mouth as she spoke. "How many, Balthazar?"

"I'd hazard a guess at twenty. Maybe less. Prepare for the worst." he answered quietly, his words muffled by his handkerchief.

Caspar's eyes narrowed before she turned with an overjoyed expression to Malchior. "Oh, Malchior, dear brother, I nearly forgot!" she chuckled, reaching into her saddle and pulling a black bundle out of her pack and handing it over to him. "I was bored and knitted this for you! I hope you like it!"

Malchior's mouth twitched knowing his sister's hands had never touched a knitter's needle before in her life. He seen her buy it at the last market place but had said nothing. Now he reached over and twinned the black scarf around his mouth and neck. "How do I look? Dashing, I hope." he teased, waggling his eyebrows at her. She sniggered pressing her fan back to her lips.

"Any good ideas, Malchior?" she asked discreetly.

He smirked behind his scarf knowing she'd given it to him now specifically so their enemies couldn't see his lips move. "A few. You ready?"

"As ever." grunted Balthazar.

"As am I." answered Caspar, her left hand stealing to her one sword on her right as she couldn't drop her fan to grab the left sword without looking more suspicious. "Whenever you're ready, I say we wait for them to strike first."

"Agreed?" huffed Balthazar, lazily gazing at the clouds.

"Agreed." murmured Malchior, beginning to pull his magic into his palm to hide the glow. "Ready..."

"Steady..." chimed Balthazar. As he spoke, bedraggled men and teenaged boys hopped from behind the stones surrounding the road and raced to them, yelling like banshees, shattering the peaceful afternoon silence that had reigned before.

"GO!" hissed Caspar, drawing her sword and stashing her fan into her belt before reaching for her other sword to slash at the oncoming surge of people.

"Yargh!" growled Malchior senselessly as he blasted the young boy and middle aged man at his side with a hot white blast of magic. Caspar lounged out with her blade scoring a slash on her enemy who managed to dance back away from her sword to survive with a mere flesh wound. Balthazar's hand glowed green and he reached out to blast an oncoming foe with his own power when he stopped, eyes widening considerably and drawing back.

"Uncle Wendell!" he shouted in surprise as he gazed at one of his opponents.

The man came up short and stared at him. "What did you say?"

"What was that?" asked Malchior curiously, turning in his saddle along with his sister as the battle drew up short.

"...is that you, uncle?" asked Balthazar, leaning forward in the saddle with wide eyes to stare at the man before him. He was a round, bearded, black skinned man with greys staining his hair. He had the same clear blue color of Balthazar's, along with his siblings, albeit with regular shaped pupils. "It's Balthazar, Tobin's youngest son!"

"I...it can't...little Balthazar...?" gasped the man as tears stung his eyes, reaching out for his nephew. Balthazar was out of his saddle before the others could blink and in the man's arms laughing and crying at the same time.

"I...can't believe it..." murmured Malchior as Caspar nodded in dazed agreement.

"Who'd of thought our Balthazar was a nephew to bandits--!" she barely had a chance to finish her words when suddenly one of the younger men tried to run her through on his blade. "HEY, YOU BLASTED FOOL, WATCH IT!"

"We're no bandits!" hissed the man.

Malchior snorted in disdain. "Not bandits? Then why attack helpless travelers on this road?"

"You're trespassing!" hissed another man.

"No one who goes down this road is ever helpless." sneered another.

"STOP MEN!" bellowed Wendell, letting go of his nephew to snap at the men. Making sure there would be no more outburst he turned back to the three magic users. "Forgive us. We've been ordered by high king Tempest to attack anyone traveling this road. Otherwise, our families would be banished and hunted down."

"Uncle, what about this king!" gasped Balthazar.

"A king ordering his people to attach travelers?" echoed Caspar in confusion, her eyes flashing as she snapped her fan open to hide the lower half of her face.

"Why would the king order such a thing?" asked Malchior, forcing his horse to take a step closer. The men around the two of them stepped back and away from them as Wendell walked closer.

"King Tempest's son, prince Syd, has been trying to claim his rightful place as the heir by sneaking in his soldiers in small groups to ready an army around the castle of his royal pain in the arse. Tempest caught on and orders the villagers to attack travelers to make sure no one comes in."

"Simple peasants against trained soldiers?" huffed Caspar. "How disgraceful, probably just to spare his troops he knows he needs..."

Wendell nodded morosely to her. "Aye, and if we don't, as I said, we get chased down like dogs for sport."

"Uncle, is there anything we can do to help?" asked Balthazar, placing a hand on his uncle's arm.

"Woh, woh, woh! Hold on, let's not get involved in this mess!" hissed Caspar. "We could just make everything worse!"

"As much as I hate to say it, Balthazar, Caspar does has a point." sighed Malchior. Caspar nodded, feeling vindicated. With a sigh, Malchior continued however. "...Unfortunately, Caspar, I took an oath to stop people like this." Caspar began to squawk out a scathing remark before he cut her off. "As did you and Balthazar, right along with me. Have you forgotten? As we watched the castle fall, we swore to put an end to people like those villains."

Snapping her mouth shut, Caspar's eyes flashed dangerously at him and she turned her nose up at him.

Balthazar gave a warm smile that Malchior could barely make out beneath the handkerchief before the young dark boy turned to his uncle once more. "There, you have it, uncle. Malchior, Caspar, and I will help in any way we can."

"I'm not sure what good you can do..." his uncle sighed. "Prince Syd might be on the move but Tempest grows more insane with each passing hour as he trains his men."

"Then--" began Caspar, her eyes thinning as she thought, "--we'll just have to help Prince Syd along quicker than."

"Wow." whispered Beast Boy. The others nodded in agreement as the scene began to swirl and darken. "Oh, not again!" he howled, covering his eyes.

"...many months pass." Mel spoke quietly. "The diary claims that they helped Prince Syd's men hide among the peasants til the prince himself finally comes and joins them on the eve of their attack on the castle."

When the scene reappeared, Malchior, Balthazar, Caspar, and Balthazar's uncle sit around a fire in a tent. The four of them wait tensely for word of the prince's arrival as they stare into the dancing flames. "He's late." sniped Caspar, snapping her fan open and shut to show her agitation.

Malchior nodding in agreement, quietly cracking his knuckles as he thought. Balthazar merely continued gazing at the flames, looking all for the world lost in his thoughts though Malchior would bet his diary that the boy's mind was zooming at a mile a minute as he thought. Trying to detach himself from the tense air, sighed and began to practice his magics. He called forth a small glob of green magic, letting it grow and shrink on a whim as it caught Caspar's attention to where she finally stopped snapping her fan.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea-" she began but she was interrupted as the sounds of footsteps neared the tent. "...who's there?" she asked quietly, snapping her fan open once more.

Pulling the flap of the tent back, Malchior peered upon a beardless youth as he entered the tent. He was dressed in simple but sturdy clothes though any could tell that was royal or at least noble with a large amount of lessons of grace and posture shoved into his spine and his walk. He had sandy curls and pale green eyes as he viewed the four people in the tent. Balthazar's uncle jumped to his feet and welcomed him as Prince Syd.

Malchior instantly hated him as he spied his sister's eyes fixate keenly on the prince's form. "Evening, your highness."

"And good eve to you, fair lady." he returned with a nod. "I'm Prince Syd. I've heard it's to you that I owe thanks for your efforts to help me and my people."

"Prince Syd, may I introduce my nephew, the magi Balthazar," started Wendell, gesturing to each of them. "His brother in arms, the magi Malchior, and their sister in power, the Lady Caspar."

"Charmed." chirped Caspar as she shut her fan. Balthazar traded looks with a rather steamed Malchior when they saw the prince's obvious approval of their sister. Balthazar had long known of Malchior's affection to their sister of magic, and knew that Caspar at least would have none of him. His sympathy was with his brother but he knew that he would have to get along with this Prince if they were to get anything done to help his uncle and people.

"Now, my friends," began Prince Syd, "please come with me, and we shall lay the final touches to our plan of battle against my father with my advisors." Balthazar slowed eased himself up as Malchior jerkily stood and Caspar rose elegantly up.

Raising a brow, Balthazar couldn't help but notice how much effort Caspar was putting into charming the handsome young prince as his brother fumed like a raging volcano, bursting to blow his top.

"The battle took place the next day without hitch as the diary says." narrated Mel. "In the end, Syd trounced his father, and took his place as king...and then..." she dwindled off looking haunted as the scene began to change once more. Robin turned to Mel.

"And then what?"

"...and then he asked Caspar to marry him." she finished.

"WHAT!" yelled Cyborg. "After one night, he decides to propose!"

"Dude, olden times are weird." snorted Beast Boy.

"Friend Mel, surely the Caspar did not agree to this?" asked Starfire.

"...I'm afraid she did." sighed Mel.

Raven bit her lip and wondered just how much it destroyed Malchior to hear such a thing. Betrayed once again, eh, Malchior? she thought wistfully.

The scene quickly reordered itself. Malchior and Balthazar stood with their sister in front of the castle, reigns in hands as she stood away from them, her fan once more stowed into her belt. "Well, brothers, I suppose this is where we part." she said with a slight smile. Already, upon her left hand's ring finger a silver ring glistened in the sunshine. Malchior avoided it's glare like the plague.

"Yes." agreed Balthazar for him. "I hope you'll be happy for all eternity, my sister."

She smiled widely, swelling with pride.

"Please come visit me whenever you can." she urged them.

Never. Never, not even in a million years. hissed a voice in the back of his head. Instead he nodded and mounted up along with his brother. "...goodbye...Caspar..."

"Farewell!" she called after them as they turned and took off down the road.

They rode for quite some time, Malchior lost in his thoughts all the while. Actually, that was wrong. His mind was mercifully blank from thoughts as he rode hard. He was so distracted he hadn't realized Balthazar had stopped galloping for some time before he turned around and looked. Malchior spied his brother, atop his horse, twisted half about to stare back the way they had come. For a moment, a deep sickening sense of foreboding turned Malchior's stomach before he called after his brother. "Balthazar!"

Finally, his brother turned back to him with a wistful look in his eyes and Malchior wished he could hide from the world in a deep hole somewhere. "Malchior...I'm going back."

"...why?" he asked pitifully.

"...I want to be with my family. My father's family." he tacked on quickly but the damage was done. Malchior turned about in his saddle to not have to look at his brother.

"Then go." he hissed chillingly. For a moment, Balthazar reached out for him before stopping and sighing as he turned around and rode back.

The scene began to mist slightly at the edges as time passed. Hours apparently later, Malchior slipped down and walked off into the hills for a moment. Then a loud scream turned roar ripped the night as his magic flared wildly into the night.

"Oh no..." whispered Starfire in sympathy. "That is far too cruel!"

"Malchior..." moaned Raven as she felt her heart ache for him. "Always he is betrayed by the ones he loves."

Mel quietly nodded. "Apparently it is his fate." she whispered.

"What?" asked Robin, turning back to the diva.

"...watch." she answered simply.