A grey vixen thrashed about in her sleep. It was no ordinary sleep; it was a hellish dream that was becoming a nightmare as her turmoil had not yet been resolved. Her body was beaten and barely patched together; if she continued to thrash about in her sleep could she start to bleed again. But the pain was ignored through the conflict in her mind. Inside the vixen's mind was a never ending struggle for dominance of her mind, body and soul.

X

Inside the vixens mind was there everything but peace. At the peak of a rocky mountain was there a large circular ring surrounded by four tall spiky pillars at each end of the ring. The sky was violent with a hellish orange color surrounding the area, and the sound of a thunder storm approaching with its anonymous flashes of lightning. High in the sky was there a black swirling vortex that was dormant for now, but grew stronger and stronger with each passing moment. As the storm roared and the winds picked up did two figures suddenly appear in the battle ring. Each stood on opposite ends. A demon and an angel as a battle of the Armageddon was taking place within the vixen's mind.

To the left was the hellish demon as a single being stood in place, her fur no longer grey, but truly black as like a shadow in the night. Her eyes that were filled to the brink with hate glowed bloody red. Her hair was engulfed in fire as the bangs were blowed across her face. Two horns grew in her skull that was stained blood red as the tip of her tail as well. She spread out her two demonic wings as the vile vixen dispersed her bloody claws. She laughed manically as her voice was no longer her own, but belonged to the chaos alone. Her voice was heavy with demonic interference as it didn't even sound recognizable to any being in this universe. She stared down her opponent on the opposite side of the arena, an angel of heaven.

To the right stood an angel with heart of pure and a soul of cleansed turmoil. She remained motionless, not afraid of the demon on the other side. Her fur was blue but shinned ever so strongly with the lights of heaven that made her radiant a certain glow that engulfed every inch of her body. She wore her customary Cerinian jewelry. Her pendant and tiara sparkled the brightest ever as they were engulfed with pure light. Her tail rings gleamed with the light of heaven. She wore a light angel's gown of pure white with silver sparkles across her body. A golden halo floated above her head with the same white aroma. Her hair blew across in her face as well due to the raging winds picking up. Her two angel wings of pure white feathers spread wide as she prepared, prepared for a fight.

A demon to the left, and an angel to the right, they stared at one another for a moment longer until it would all begin again. Suddenly did the demon dash across the ground and soar high into the air reaching for the top. Its angel counterpart dashed across the arena floor and soon followed in pursuit. High in the air above the center of the battle ring did the two titans clash once again; engulfed with a white blinding light.

X

Aeon was slammed roughly against a metallic wall of the Death Tour living quarters. She was walking around minding her own business trying to find something a place to sit and relax for a moment until all of a sudden Royalist security guards stopped her. A guard held her to the wall as another briefly started searching her body patting for anything across her sides and thighs.

"Get your grubby paws off of me!" She ordered but to no avail they just ignored her. Nemesis stepped up to his two guards his arms crossed against his chest.

"Be patient my dear, we intend to find whoever caused that explosion. The only means left is sabotage from the inside; that means one of you Royalists."

"You'll find nothing from me!"

"Then you have nothing to fear for being searched." Aeon just growled angrily in return. A moment later the guard searching her stepped up and looked over toward Nemesis.

"She's clean sir."

"Let her go." On his order the guard holding Aeon down let off his grip, but not to a price. As soon as she was free did she elbow the guard straight in his gut and twirled around smacking his muzzle with her gauntlet falling him to the ground. The second guard raised his weapon in retaliation but Nemesis batted him down.

"Temper, temper my dear. You're free to go. Just remember you all will be closely watched from here on out." Aeon didn't take his warning; she merely just glared him down and started to depart toward her original destination. After the downed guard picked himself up did they give their full attention back to Nemesis.

"Check every Royalist quarter, every complex, every trash can in this entire station. We will find out who caused that blast. Gather the rest of the guards and get to it."

"Yes sir." The two replied at the same time and stormed off in one direction. Nemesis walked in the opposite direction. He rubbed his temples as he had a massive headache. Searching for this mysterious Royalist culprit, a completely obliterated Battle Chamber along with the bleachers. All the destroyed equipment that costed thousands of credits a piece. They were behind schedule enough as it is, this mess would take quite some time to police up. He headed for his own private quarters. Perhaps a nice drink could calm his nerves.

X

Soon all hell was unleashed within the living quarters, as countless guards tore apart every public building and every living quarter for the final Royalists, and then the empty quarters from those of the deceased. They ran through every corner, every sack and every container that some device or clue could be given to find the culprit. Sadly all camera's were blacked out mysteriously a little bit before the match until right after the explosion, so no clue could be given as to who this mysterious bomb planter was and where they obtained the equipment to do so.

Endless Royalists were slammed up against walls and their beings searched for anything that could be suspicious, just like for these two Royalists now. An ocelot and crow were slammed roughly against a metallic wall as their personal space was being violated and their sides quickly scanned.

"Hey, hey, hey easy amico." Caim spoke through his clamped beak as they were trying to silence the nuisance.

"What do you possibly think to find?" Kyle spoke but quickly wished he hadn't as they pushed him up against the wall harder. Guards scanned over them as one stood back weapon in arms.

"Were looking for anything you scum might be hiding. Pray we don't find anything." The search continued for a moment longer until the guards came to the conclusion nothing was there. They picked up the two Royalists from the walls and threw them to the side as the two stumbled for a slight moment.

"They're clean sir."

"Very well let's move on." The group of guards rushed with two other groups as they raided the open gym. Caim just straightened out his coat and shook it off.

"Well I guess I'm clean, have fun my friend. Surely the rest will come out clean." Sandefur listened to Caim's rogue words as they were batted with a hint of sarcasm. Was he letting something on or just having fun? He turned to ask the crow but in the blink of an eye did he vanish from sight.

The ocelot Royalist only let down his eyes and sighed, "I wish he didn't do that all the time, sometimes it would be nice to get questions answered."

Blades clashed amongst the arena as two Royalists went at it. Mickolai flipped back and landed on both feet as he held his blade close to his chest. The crimson vulpine peered down his scaly opponent as Tempest held his blades close locking gaze with him once again. The two encircled each other never once taking their eyes off the other.

"Is that the best you have 'Crimson Fox'? How disappointing for a final one-hundred."

"I'll show you disappointment!" Mickolai dashed across the arena and jumped high into the air, slamming his blade down against Tempest's defense. He was pushing him down to the ground rather quickly as his lizard opponent dropped to a knee.

"Come on!" Dark yelled out as he leaned over the rope extending his paws, for fun some Royalists teamed up and decided to have a little skirmish to go along with it. He was Mickolai partner as there was another very excited vulpine standing in the opposite corner behind the ropes.

"Let's go Tempest!" Tyronos cheered on his opponent but wanted him to make a tag change. Those two had been battling it out for quite a while now and he wanted to get in the fray. He wouldn't mind going up against the crimson Royalist but Dark was his main attraction right now. The scaled Royalist overpowered Mickolai and pushed him back as the vulpine stayed standing but skidded across the entire arena floor back into his corner. As Tempest tagged in Tyronos did Dark tap on Mickolai and stepped into the arena floor. The two vulpine smiled at each other with fire burning in their eyes.

"This'll be fun." Tyronos tried to make his voice sound sinister as he reached behind and withdrew both daggers from their sheaths.

"My thoughts exactly." The Fallen Angel spoke back with malice in his tone, reaching for his black blade. The two Royalists stormed off toward one another for the center of the ring hoping to clash blades. But then something suddenly stopped them both. Energy cables suddenly stopped both of the Royalists dead in their tracks. The cables wrapped around their torsos binding their arms and both fell forward due to the momentum of their running. Tempest and Mickolai looked in the direction of where the cables came from to see a dozen Royalist guards pointing their blasters at them.

"Weapons down." The leader ordered as Tempest looked to the ground to the two squirming Royalists with their muzzles buried into the arena floor by guards scanning their bodies.

"Very well." Tempest allied as he threw down his two blades and was apprehended by two guards where they escorted him to a back wall. Mickolai dropped his single blade to the ground and was pushed up against the back wall as well, while a guard started to search his body. Dark took that time to see what the hell was happening. Dozens of guards were pinning up all the Royalists and searching them all for whatever the hell it was they were searching for. His muzzle was forcibly pushed back into the arena flooring as he felt the energy cables come lose and guards' paws searching his body. Tyronos met the same treatment as guards kept him pinned down while they scanned for anything they could use as evidence to find the true culprit.

After the search did all the guards walk away from the Royalists, "They're clean sir."

"Very well let's help out the other guards, this culprit won't get away." The armed guards departed leaving the Royalists alone. Though they quickly broke apart as well without a word spoken to one another, the skirmish had been ruined. There was merely nothing to say.

X

A group of armed guards rushed inside the nearly empty bar as they caught the attention of many Royalists around.

"Everyone down!" The lead guard ordered as he presented his rifle.

"What's going on here?" Mauradin asked as he stood up, Lyrik soon joining him. But before they could even get an answer both Royalists were forced up a wall and their sides briefly scanned for anything.

"Search parties have been established for the culprit who blew up the Battle Chamber." The lead guard answered Mauradin's question as he caught something from the corner of his eye, a single Royalist wanting to be a rebel and disobeyed his order. He walked up toward the hybrid lupine as he looked to the lead guard out of the corner of his bloody eye.

He only presented his rifle and began to charge, "Get on the ground."

"And if I refuse?" Spyke asked back as he picked up his still full beer mug.

"You won't."

"Watch me." He immediately threw it into the guard's face as the coyote stepped back with a painful yell, holding his bloody and beer moist face. Guards immediately descended upon Spyke as he stood up to fight them off. He picked up the first guard from across the room and threw him into the wine rack behind the barkeeper. The whole rack came shattering down along with the guard now unconscious on the tavern floor. He grasped the helmets of two other guards, a single one in each paw and playfully smashed the two against one another. Letting out a hearty laugh as they dropped to the floor. As more guards rushed the lupine rebel Spyke found an ulterior way to rid of the nuisance. He picked up the table he was just present at and chucked it as another group of three guards came toward him. They all flew back and were pushed all the way across the room colliding with another set of guards.

But eventually they became too much and Spyke himself was pushed up against the wall. Four guards had to hold him down as one was stationed at each limb and threatened with stun batons. Just to make it extra quick did two guards briefly search the lupine Royalist as he still tried to resist and break away. Once they came to the conclusion he was clean did the guards quickly break away and rush out the bar door, though the ones Spyke had made short work of stumbled out as best they could.

Lyrik and Mauradin stepped up to Spyke as they looked over all the damage he had caused, and all the liquor now wasted on the floor.

"Why didn't you just let them search you?" The question flew at Spyke as he looked back to the grey vulpine with a sly smile.

He made his way for the door, his back facing toward the two wondering vulpine. "Because being a rebel is my nature."

X

Small glimpses of blinding light flashed across and above the rocky terrain battle field, as two super-beings still raged war against one another. They battled out across the entire arena as only glimpses of light and the outlining of their bodies could be seen to the naked eye. Eventually the two clashed in the center and were batted across opposite sides, both colliding with a large rock figure smashing it into a million pieces. The angel picked up her still unscratched form as she breathed heavy, her demon counterpart stood up as well also completely unharmed. The two super-beings dashed for the center locking grip as they tried to topple the other over.

"Give in to the darkness."

"I shall not."

"You are faint, weak. One broken angel cannot stop the darkness that is to come."

"We shall see."

"The hate reigns supreme." The demon was pushing back its angel counterpart toward the edge of the cliff hovering over from the hellfire down below. Eventually the angel of light was pushed back all the way to the edge and brought to a knee, she looked up into the demons glowing blood eyes as an evil grin flashed across her muzzle.

"It's over!"

"Yes it is." The angel agreed as she rolled back onto her backside toppling her demon counterpart. As it rested against her legs did the angel kick her up and over the hanging edge and started to descend into the hellfire. She let out a hellish scream as the demon met its end in the hellfire below. A huge pillar of fire shot up into the air letting out a thunderous roar, the angel peered out over the edge. She had done it; the demon had been destroyed and reddened forever. The thunder stopped and the storm died. But suddenly the vortex hovering above the rocky terrain started.

The angel's eyes went wide as she started to be sucked into the vortex. She tried to fight it but it proved to be to strong for her. She was forcibly sucked into the vortex as she let out a loud scream, and everything went white, and quiet.

X

The grey vixen opened her emerald gaze for the first time since the turmoil had begun and the darkness took her. She breathed heavy at first and sweated all across her body. She finally came into realization that it was all over, but she was still in the shell of that demon who had taken over her body and mind. The vixen picked up her still bandaged arms as they brought minor pain, she still looked like 'Hayte', but sure didn't feel like her, thank goodness. The grey vixen quickly picked herself from the bed and ripped from the cords stuck on her body and headed out the room. She was in the Royalist medical center as she stumbled around looking into room for room, looking for Fox. She eventually saw him through his bedroom window, and leaned up against the glass that separated herself from him. He was unconscious, bandaged up just like her, but she looked at the monitor, he was alive.

The vixen slumped up against the wall and slowly skidded down to the ground. Her nightmare was over, but soon another problem would come back to haunt her once again.

X

The process took hours to do, and was not only annoying but painful as the hellish torture she gave to each of her opponents as Hayte. Eventually the vixen had washed out all the dye that was sprayed all around her body and hair. The vixen put on a happy smile as she looked to herself in the full body mirror. She had returned to the roots of her origin and her own being. She felt so cleansed and purified of all hateful emotions. The vixen played with the blue locks of hair hanging in front of her face, she had missed her blue hair dearly. She quickly glanced across her arms and thighs, it had taken a lot of work; but she had finally been able to get her Cerinian marks to show once again.

The vixen quirked a brow to herself as she showed a disappointed face. Now the only question was,

"Who am I?" She felt so happy to finally be rid of the hell demon who had taken over her body, but now she couldn't find her true place, and her true identity. But then she thought about it, Fox had discovered who she truly was right before they were both knocked unconscious…And that could only mean one thing. Once Fox awakens, he'll surely come after Krystal.

The vixen decided, decided that she was done being cursed. She didn't care if she would have to continue to keep fighting, or even if she died in the end and her road was brought to a halt. If she could re-connect with Fox as Krystal and unspoken words were finally said after all these years, then it was worth it enough to her to keep going the distance. For now Kursed was gone, and Krystal was back. And it felt so good after all these years of being cursed to living alone.

X

The vixen sat by his bedside, she tried to make her appearance as close to resemble what she looked like all those years ago. The first thing she wanted Fox to see was her old smile and old image as the two could reunite. She wondered exactly how he would react; right before 'Hayte' had slashed across his muzzle did he apologize to her. Now that was all over, Hayte was gone, Kursed was hidden beneath her body, and Krystal had reached the surface once again. Just as it rightfully should be and always will.

The sound of Fox stirring awake broke the vixen's concentration as she let out a small gasp and looked up to his twigging body. She hovered over his body and sat up from her chair as Fox finally opened his jaded gaze. He looked all around him for a brief moment before turning in Krystal's direction.

She let out her stilled breath as she grasped his paw, "Thank goodness you're alright." She let go of a single tear as she put on a small smile.

But the mood quickly turned sour as Fox asked her, "What happened?"

"You don't remember?" Krystal shot back quickly; she remembered everything perfectly down to the last juicy detail. But by the way Fox looked at her he seemed completely empty of the memory.

"No I-I don't remember anything." The hazy vulpine looked all around the room forgetting about Krystal for now, trying to figure out. "Where am I?"

"Fox?" Krystal let out her stilled breath, the confused vulpine looked to her strangely as he gave her a skeptical look. By the expression on his face…He didn't recognize the calling of his own name.

The injured vulpine lifted a brow at her and frowned. He didn't recognize her.