Ok, here is Ace's view on what's going on while Alkins busy with Sprite. He explains why Alkin was mad when he cast the spell, and plus he gets yelled at by a book!

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A Bloody mess, Explanations, and Screaming Books

"Tristan...." I called as I rolled his limp body over. I jerked back he was bleeding really badly.

"Uh... Alkin maybe I chose the wrong person tohelp..." I mumbled to myself. This was going to be harder then I thought. I had never had to deal with some one who was on the brink of death before. That was always Alkin's job, not mine.

Tristan opened his eyes opened for a moment and he smiled and started to cough out words and blood.

"Alkin?" Cough "Is that you? I hurt..." Well he sounded as if he was drugged or something. His words were slurry and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"No, its me Ace." I whispered and began to pull off his shirt so I could see his bloodied wound. He tried to sit up and pull away.

"Oh god!" (In a long exaggerated tone ofcourse.) "I'm going to die, Where's Alkin?" He tried to crawl away but I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down. He finally gave up he was too weak to try to fight me and I was in no mood for jokes.

I finally got his shirt off despite his objections and grimaces. Well, he definitely was in bad shape. Apparently he had been standing up when the explosion happened and something sliced his sides open. Basically, if he doesn't stop bleeding he'll be dead shortly.

You know, I think he was right. We're all going todie…

I took Alkins nice shirt and ripped it into long strips. (Alkin forgive, me I am ruining your new clothes) while I was doing this I had temporarily put moss and other things on it to slow the flow down.

I began to rummage threw my pockets. I know Alkin always had some bits of magic ingredients in here…

I found a piece of lint.

I cursed in every language I knew.

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Ok I finally got all of this situated. I bandaged Tristan up and found a whole month supply of different herbs, and dumped whatever looked safe on his wound.

I hope he'll be all right, but right now he's breathing and I'm more worried about Alkin.

I have never been apart from him before, no how could I. This is the first time I have had a body to use.

A body all of my own.

You see in the elfin culture, *my* culture, Elves are all born with two personalities.

One good, one bad. Usually they take a drug to suppress it and eventually the bad personality wears off no problems at all.

In Alkins case I wasn't going to let myself die.And he soon realized it.

Alkins Personality (me) was different then others, I am not bad. I am his human counter part. Only members of the royal family can have these human counter parts, and very few of them actually do. Right now Alkins the only one who had a split personality that so happens to be human.

To bad for Alkin us Humans happen to have one hellof a strong will to live.

You know, Elves are always bragging about how theyare the more perfect race, better then humans and how they would never ever mixand bear human/elf children. They say its bad.

Well were did you think us human personalities came from? Hmmm? It didn't come from a Dwarf now did it?

It came from our, Great, great, great, great,great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great,great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandmother.

Now that's a lot of woman to go through isn't it.

Well anyway just being able to move is amazing enough to me. I mean I could move Alkins body, but it wasn't the same. It's like using some one else's clothes. They aren't yours, so it's not the same.

But for the first time in my life I was able to lookat Alkin. I see the world in my own eyes, its completely different. But what's my body good for if I can't even use it?

The sad thing is that what I did is a very high crime in elfin society. You are not allowed to split permanently. When Alkin cast the spell he was trying to make me have an out of body experience.

I am not allowed to cast spells on my own, it's impossible I am human. Well but there is a twist to that rule. Being as thoughAlkin allowed me to say it, he allowed me to use his magic even though I tricked him into saying the spell that would make me my own person…

Does that make any sense?

Well I hope you understand it all because I'm not explaining it again! Ok, I shouldn't be rude…

I looked over at Tristans body. He was breathing to say the least. I think that's a good sign because we all breathe. He is lying on his side now by the now smoldering fire. It's been a couple of hours sinceAlkin left, I hope he is ok, because if he isn't I don't know what I'll do. I have never been with out him before…

I walked over and rummaged threw Alkins bag again. I was actually looking for anything interesting when I found a book. I pulled it out and it looked ancient.

Its pages were all tattered on the edges and its cover was really worn. It looked like it had been left out in the rain.

Now it's odd that I have never seen this book before. I mean come on I see every thing he does (At least I did.) I don't remember him putting this book in here.

I tried to open it. It wouldn't move. So I tried again, the pages weren't opening so I got frustrated and I threw it. Now, you should know by now that I am not the most patient/nice/sincere/good person. I admit it I swear like any ogre only I swear in Kerryian not ogre even though I could if I wanted to.

I leaned back on a rock and bit my lip. I should probably go get the stupid book even though I hate it. I looked over and its pages were open.

Now how why did it do that?

Well with me being part of an Elf for so long I learned something's about books. The older they get and the more tattered they get the more personality they get.

I'm serious.

The stupid things get minds of there own, once in biology class Alkins Master was trying to get him to read something and the book yelled at him because he happened to spit on it and he wouldn't open his pages again.

That's why I don't read, the books hate me.

Well I stood up to go look at it. As I got closer it jumped. I jumped after it and landed on it. It let out a yelp and it let me look.

Inside were some pretty disturbing things. I mean,like I couldn't read it in other words…

Damn. If only I paid more attention in Alkins classes….

"Oh shut up you twit!" The book yelled and switched its writing to Kyrrian. This book had an attitude.

"Uhh thanks…" I muttered and began reading. Some spell about summoning the dead and stuff like that…

Summoning the dead?! I slammed the book closed. It was a book that should have been burned about a thousand years ago during the witch age when everything about the Dark arts was destroyed.

Why wasn't it destroyed?

"Hey, book, why aren't you destroyed!" I shook it. And it coughed a little and began to talk.

"Because how can the Dark arts survive if all of us are gone? And why would your dear friends have me? Send me back to my master!!" It began to pout, and I almost felt sorry for it if it hadn't been an evilbook.

"Why would I do that? And who is your master?" Ok I feel really stupid doing this, and the only reason I'm talking to a book is because I'm bored.

Yah that it I'm bored....

"The Reaper of Souls! Who else? And why would you give me back? He will come for me! HE WILL COME!!!!" It ripped it self out of my hands and began to flop about.

I watched it as it struggled and staggered to close its pages. I tilted my head in curiosity. I slight smile came to my face and I leaned over to it for it hadn't flopped very far away.

"Here, let me help you." It stopped flopping and I picked it up and smoothed out its pages. I flipped through them and a paper fell out. I set the book in my lap and reached for the paper. It obviously didn't belong to this book its was a dark color much older then the book.

It was a picture of a woman lying on her side holding a journal. She looked like she was crying and she was looking directly into my eyes. I just stared at it, I was zoning out again except this time I couldn't break away from her gaze. Her clothes were very becoming, although I had never seen this style of clothing before.

She wore a small skirt that was very short, (Ah I remember Alkin often remarks on how hecan't wait till mini skirts come into style) and she showed a large portion of her skinny stomach. Her shirt was low cut bodice that looked like the sleeves had been cut off.

She showed a lot of skin. I mean a whole lot! (A/N remember we are in thosedon't-show-your-ankle-or-forever-be-looked-down-Upon days. So for him it was aREALLY big deal) Her legs were showing, her arms, her neck, and her stomach… I myself had never seen a woman's legs. Which is very sad being as though I'm 76 but Alkin never let us. He was to dignified to get entangled with women, or at least that's what he told me.

I myself had never cared too much, for Alkin wouldn't let us but once he we walked in onhis cousin while she was swimming in the river in the back meadow.

He freaked out and I learned why He didn't want to get entangled. (We were only 15 though)I from then on would sneak glances at her (when Alkin would let us) and imagined she was mine. Though she was Alkins cousin she was not mine. He would let us.

"Be careful with that!" The book screamed at me. Did I imagine it or did the book sound like a girl…

"Who is it…" I murmured my mouth dry.

The book was quiet for a moment. "My original master." That wasn't an answer I wanted.

"What happened to her?" I asked my voice creaking, the picture seemed to be alive it seemed like it was smiling at me now and I winced.

"My master killed her. She was the one who had written me…" The book trailed off after that and I gently put the picture back in between its pages.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. I think she said that she was sorry to.

A while after my conversation with the book, I began to walk around and gather plants so when Alkin comes back and picks up his Herb bag it won't be empty.

I heard a bush rustle and I jumped behind a tree. It couldn't be the book and Tristans still asleep, and if it were Alkin I wouldn'there him at all.

A Shadow passed, it was moving slowly towardsTristan and the book. I watched it as it turned into its human form.

He carried a long sickle and he wore red and black. I saw him reaching down to book up Alkins book.

I raced behind him and stood about ten feet away.

"Your mine…" he whispered and turned around. When he saw me he looked shocked but still maniacal.

"Who are YOU!" I shouted and made a run for the bookand him, but he just laughed and I passed right through him.

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Ok so there's chapter 10! Appropriate title aye?Well This chapter was fun to write : ) So I'll get the next one posted as soonas possible…

OH YAH! READ MY OTHER STORY "DEATHS CURSE!!!" It'llprobably get less serious as it goes like this one did…..