Yay! It's time for the long-anticipated (not really) battle of the emblem! Whew, this might actually be a long story that I can FINISH! Well that's enough about me. The only reason that you're clicking here is to read a story. So read on!

The time for the battle of the emblem is starting to unfold. Tailed and Clawed forces are just emptying their boats to do battle on the

home island of the emblem its self...

Many well known and not well known warriors were clashing with the tailed and clawed forces all around them. The group scattered,

knowing that the soldiers around them outnumbered the contents of four medium sized vessles. No longer fighting next to eachother, the

group had no idea of knowing if someone was injured or worse...dead.

This...is so..awful! Zaphair thought as she zipped around above the battle field in her dragon form. Zaphair was opposed to fighting for

the most part. But this was war! She had no choice. Zaphair could clearly see Lilith helping soldiers with her long-range wind and light

attacks. She couldn't help but let a sad smile creep across her face. Everyone was so capable...Everyone but her...

Zaphair let out a cry of distress as familiar dark vaikals descended into battle. Why do...my kin...fight? Why...? Zaphair looked over at

Bolman and Flores who were fighting against the vaikal. She too...was capable. She wasn't feeling any remorse for the vaikal that she

struck down. Her own kin...and she didn't cry. Neither did Bolman. And natti was also trying to hinder the vaikal by ducking into

wooded areas and firing arrows into the sky. It's...so strange. Why...why can't I...fight them...? Giving a sigh of sadness and regret,

Zaphair launched herself into the fray.

Lilith watched other soldiers fighting for fate as she send spiraling winds and bursts of light towards tailed and clawed alike. She could

remember clearly when they had first fled from the island of wings. It had been several days later; when they had first set foot on the

island of talons. Everything had looked so desolate and ruined as returning families were packing and preparing for war. They had met the

clawed king, who was walking among the commoners. He had explained to two winged beings...creatures that had come out of the fray,

that they were going to go and aid the tailed. It gave her renewed strength as she helped to bring down yet another enemy with the scaled

warriors surrounding her. She didn't shed a tear. She couldn't. Not after what they had all done to her family...

Claudane had tried to catch up with Wilbert, who in his sorrow for the falling of his precious boat, had been roused into a blood-rath;

initiating the war. But despite the size of the man, he couldn't see him anywhere. A sea of scales...that's what I'm in... He thought

somewhat ironically. I have been tossed from the boat for my fool-hardy behavior...and now I have to swim through a sea of

scales to get to shore and safety... The war hadn't been lasting very long, but Claudane already found himself on the outskirts of battle.

That's odd... He thought Shouldn't there be...y'know...soldiers? Or something? He was risen from his thought when a burst of

electrical energy fell just short of him. "You shouldn't keep your guard down boy...You could get hurt..." That voice..is that...? "General

Tarra!" Claudane cried in shock. "Cl-Claudane! So...the traitorous pup shows himself at last eh? Siding with these demons...I thought I

raised you better than that!" Claudane looked down. "Mother...the punishment for taitourousness is death is it not? Well...I'm ready..."

Claudane walked over and set down his iron sword. "Wh-Wha-? Claudane...that doesn't sound like you at all!" Tarra exclaimed.

Claudane laughed and nodded in agreement. "You're absolutely right. It doesn't. But...for some reason...I'm tired of living. I want to

know...what the next life is like. Please grant the wish of a foolish son?" He asked. "Oh! And before I forget...I want you to kill a lot of

people for me mom! I'll be their personal doorman when they come to the next life." Tarra managed a grim laugh. "That's a bit better...I-If

I kill you...I promise I'll help your friends. That freak...Ozurion...Won't have a hold on me any more..." Slowly raising her hand...Tarra

summoned forth the power of bolting and shed a single tear as she struck down her only son. "Don't cry...mother..." He managed to

whisper before his eyes clouded over. "Claudane..."

Narina and Nathen, who had been pushed together by the battle, both saw the bright flash of light. "Wh-What was that?" Nathen asked.

Narina used her water magic to repel a clawed that had been about to strike Nathen down in his moment of distraction. "Keep your

guard up Nathen! Nya!" Narina hissed at him. Nathen gave a nervous laugh and gripped his lance tighter. "Whoops! Sorry there." Narina

sighed and the two continued to fight.

Alos and Pella were also fighting together when the tailed and clawed began to retreat. "Tch...Is that it?" Pella asked as she delivered a

killing blow to a passing soldier. Alos nodded. "Looks like it. We should look for the others." The two ran off in search of the rest of their

companions; delivering sword strokes to anyone that got in their way.

"Alos! Pella!" Lilith and the others waved them over. "H-hey..." Tarra, who had recently joined them during the war on the beach waved

weakly. "This is Tarra...She recently joined us on behalf of Claudane..." Nathen said solumnly. "Where is Claudane?" Alos asked warily.

"I-I'm his mother...We met on the battlefield and..." Tarra looked down. "He wanted me to...to kill him. Said he was tired of living."

Eulara nodded sympatheticaly. "I-It must have been hard..." Tarra bit back some more tears. Eulara and Lily were going between other

people and using the magic of their healing staffs to make their injuries dissapear. Natti hugged Nathen and started to cry herself. "W-

We'll make it through...somehow..." He told her reasuringly. "Wait a minute! Where's Wilbert?" Narina asked. "I can vouch for that."

Alos said. "Near the end of the battle, Wilbert was so struck by grief that he followed the ships into the ocean and drowned..." Everyone

looked down out of sadness. "We'll always remember them...Always...And we have to work extra hard to make them happy..." Lilith

said quietly. They all nodded. "Come, we must go back to the palace." Maronis said. They all followed without a word.

With heavy hearts, the group, now missing two of the most happy-go-lucky members, trudges back to the palace to discuss the fire

emblem and the war that it has created. Unbeknownst to them, the dark vaikal from before are not as willing to give up as the tailed and

the clawed...

Well...that was a crappy ending. Oh well...It's about time that I finished it! Gotta think about the next so ciao. (Once again...Kusabi helped me with some of my inspiration for this chapter.)