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Mirexal's POV

The strange guy from the Crafter village led us to the area where apparently many strange things had been happening lately. The man seemed to be a leader of the community, which was good and all, but in my experience that type of person rarely had the whole story on a given event.

The area where he took us felt weird. Something seemed off about it, as if the world was slightly out of alignment here, resulting in a higher level of Chaos that in mos other places. This only served to boost my powers, but I could tell that it was having a negative effect on some of the others, especially Teloxen.

"Why have we stopped?" asked Shadow, peering into the dark forest in front of us.

"Be quiet!" the man hissed "You'll draw it's attention!"

"The attention of what?" asked Teloxen, pulling his wings closer around his shivering form.

"No one is sure what it is." whispered Tammy, ducking down behind the male Crafter. "All we know is that it stays in the forest, and a green haze follows wherever the creature travels."

"Mobs also seem to avoid the area whenever the creature is spotted, thank Notch" said the male Crafter. Steve and Shadow rolled their eyes at the praise of their brother. From what I understood, the Crafters always thanked Notch for everything rather than Steve, even though Steve was the one who helped them. It had not made much sense to me at the time, although considering how Steve reacted to sudden shifts in events I was beginning to see why they would want to thank someone else for what happened.

"Michael, what have I told you about saying things like that?" scolded Cresilia.

"Sorry" he mumbles.

"Well, it's not a surprise that mobs avoid this area." said Shadow, waving his tail through the air like a diving rod, the feathers at the end of it waving like they were buffeted by a strong breeze. "There is some seriously strange magic around here. Even zombies would be able to pick up enough of it to know to stay away, what with all the barrier charms and warnings mixed in. Crafters though, well most of you can't read magic, so you just wander right in."

"Yeah, well that's great." said Michael, throwing his hands in the air in indignation, all efforts to remain quiet forgotten. "The great lord of another realm came all this way just to tell me things I already know and insult my people."

Shadow took a step towards Michael, raising his wings in anger. "Look, I am not doing this for you." he snapped. "I'm doing it as a favor to Steve. I could care less that some random Crafters are a little scared by some forest creature. There are real dangers in the world that I should be dealing with, not little ones like this."

Michael was about to snap back with some scathing comment when an eerie silence descended upon the forest.

"What's going on?" whispered Rayko, huddling close to Teloxen in an effort to treasure the younger lord that he was not alone.

"I don't know." said Steve, unconsciously drawing closer to the others "But it doesn't seem natural."

A green haze started to drift across the clearing where we stood. Small strands flowed acorss the open space, slowly at first, then faster as they were joined by larger clumps. A light breeze only served to hasten the mist's advance, sending it flying to cover the space in no time at all.

"Stay together." hissed Cresilia as the mist grew dense enough to make it hard to see. The breeze stopped, stifled by the confining force of the mist. Even the quietest of whisper seemed too loud in the stillness. So it was quite apparent when a dark shape started to move towards the clearing through the haze, the mist seeming to part before it to allow passage.

"Why do you stay?" asked the figure, stopping just far enough from the clearing that the fog rendered him no more than a dark silhouette against the green mist. For indeed the mist was green, just as Tammy had said. What was truly strange about the mist was not just that it was green, but an electric green color that pulsed with energy. Small bursts of this energy would occasionally shoot between two large concentrations of the mist like miniature bolts of lightning. When no one answered right away, the figure asked again "Why do you stay? All others flee when the mist arises, yet you do not? Why?"

I peered over the shoulders of the other lords, glancing at Rayko and Teloxen and wondering how we had all ended up at the very back of the group.

"Why have you invaded my realm?" asked Steve, stepping forwards, doing his best to look intimidating but failing miserably.

"Does the little lord light want to play?" asked the figure "He must do, being brave enough tp stand up to me like that. Is that why you stay? Do you and your friends want to play?"

Steve just looked at the figure, clearly confused at how he was acting. "No, I don't want to play." he stammered "I want you out of my realm"

The figure seemed to notice us in particular, hidden behind the rest of the group. Drawing back he asked "Is that why you have brought the Chaos kind? You think that if you sell out the lord I watch over, then I shall leave? Well, you are wrong about that." The mist around us crackled with more energy, drawing closer and more stifling as the figure advanced.

"Uh, what?" said Steve, stepping away from the constricting mist, looking towards the others to see if they had any idea as to what this strange figure was talking about.

Picking up on Steve's confusion, the figure reached out to our group mentally. When his presence touched mine, a swirling mass of emotions and memories came over me. And yet, within the chaos, I sensed a certain symmetry, a pattern that showed where things might be in a moment's time. A feeling of power washed through me, barely controlled, yet ready to be commanded to do my bidding.

I gasped as the other lord broke the link, abruptly closing off my access to the wellspring of power that had flooded through me. Snapping open eyes that I had not even been aware of closing, I surveyed the group around me with some confusion and concern. Every other lord was laying on the ground, either unconscious or panting heavily, struggling to regain control. Only me and Teloxen stood.

"Oh." said the figure, voice resonating with understanding. "Forgive me, One who bends realms to his will, and One who is divided yet whole. I was not aware that you were the ones who came. But how did you know that your comrade was here?"

"What is he talking about?" gasped Teloxen, trying to stay standing, but struggling to deal with this new situation on top of everything else.

"I think he is is talking about us." I said. The strange names the lord had used reminded me of something from a story I had heard when I was young. In it, rather than having what I considered to be normal names, each creature had a name that directly described something unique about it. "I am One who bends realms to his will, and you are One who is divided yet whole. The real question though, is who are you?" The last part I directed at the strange lord.

"You can call me Will." he said, a small smile gracing his lips as if the name held some secret significance that he found amusing. "You are not prepared to know my true name, so Will shall do for now.

Deciding to leave the matter for now, I asked, "What did you mean by comrade? We are here by chance mostly. Well, Teloxen just kind of showed up, and I was staying at Steve's place when they decided to come here, so I just kind of tagged along."

"In that case, chaos must be messing with you." said Will.

"Don't you mean fate?" asked Teloxen, looking frightened at the mention of his life being influenced by chaos. "Isn't that how it works during things like this in stories?"

"no little light lord." said Will. He raised his hand, and the mist started to concentrate around him. "Stories do often get it wrong, and anyway, this is not a story, it is real life. But what happens in real life can become a story. As such, I will use a story to show my point."

The mist finished gathering around Will, condensing in the form of long robes in various shades of bright green. The man the robes hung loosely on was rather slight, with feathery raven hair that fell down over electric green eyes. The robes hung back, draped over the lord's shoulders and printed with a pattern of feathers. Under it all, he wore a shirt with a strange green symbol of three swirls attached at a center point and radiating outwards from there printed on it. "Once, a long time ago, there were two lords. One was fascinated with the natural order of things, the other with the chaos that it brought. The two often clashed, their conflicting views ripping them apart. But what they soon learned was that when they were apart, their powers grew unstable, efforts to maintain order caused rigid conformity, and desire to cause freedom through chaos just caused instability. All efforts to remove this effect of separation failed, and eventually the two had resigned themselves to live with the fact that they would have to deal with the fact that they would have to deal with these side effects in order to avoid the other. Then, the dark aspects of each of their power manifested themselves. The two lords tried to defeat the creatures on their own, but each time they failed. When they thought all hope was lost, they found themselves together again, cornered by the two foes they could not beat alone. But together, their powers were stronger, and they were able to drive off the creatures."

Seeing our slightly off put expressions caused by the story, he said "anyway, the point I am trying to make is that chaos is not always a bad thing. Rather, it is necessary. But enough life lessons and all that. I can tell you are intrigued by mentions of a comrade I watch over, so I shall take you to him without delay. There should be enough Realmkind among your friends to eliminate any chance of a monster attack."

Teloxen and I followed him into the forest, following the strange green light that seemed to emanated from him. After a decent distance, he stopped. "Tread softly." he whispered "Your comrade heals, and any disturbance will awaken him, making the process take longer than it must." Saying this, he drew back, allowing us to view the blue winged form that lay in the clearing's center.

"It's him." whispered Teloxen, gazing at the still lord. "Sallen."

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