It was a dream. Kidria knew it was. The magical feeling of ecstasy and contentment Kidria felt was a cover up to keep her from waking up screaming. The feelings were a war designed by Light, to give Kidria a reason to give up so that Light could take hold. As time wore on, Kidria realized she was losing this battle... it was all a trick, and the fact was, Kidria wasn't able to fight it. The dream played, much like a movie, in here eyes and her mind, but Kidria knew it was more then just a dream...she was watching a vision.
Her physical body did not see nor hear anything, it was her soul and spirit that watched what occurred outside that door. She knew this, because she had seen her sister, now one of the Pale Warriors, jump from rooftop to rooftop, stars grazing her back, as she neared where Kidria slept. The Pale Elvaan had shocked the others with her sudden arrival, but Celos needed no advantages. Kidria's friends and bodyguards were still weak, not prepared, and not strong enough to take on this would-be assassin.
Fupac was the first to be struck down. He had been close enough to the window to be hit by the shards of glass and sent reeling backwards from the shockwave. In a movement that appeared to have been slowed by the Light inside her, Kidria watched Celos turn, swing her arm, and knock Fupac aside. Still in the air, Celos sidestepped and crushed her knee into Fupacs uplifted back, crushing bone. Fupac's mouth burst open, gasping for a breath and spitting flicks of spit mixed with fluids, while Celos let his seemingly lifeless body gently fall to the ground. The smash of Fupac's armor against floorboards raised dust, but he did not move any more.
Januz, now enraged and filled with a light of renewal, summoned his pet as he watched Celos maim Fupac. The beast appeared right as Fupac took the blow to the back, and it immediately charged at the Pale Warrior. Fenrir bit at Celos' hand, which suddenly disappeared from sight and appeared in another spot with Celos attached to it...grasping the back of the wolf's mane. A simple tug was all it took to lift to beast from the ground, where Celos held it limp. Two quick thrusts from her sword pierced the summon's hide, leaving trickles of silver running down its legs. It gave a howl so loud and echoing that Kidria even heard it in her sleep, and Celos swung the wolf and blasted it like a missile at its owner, Januz. Wolf and master collided, and both flew into the wooden wall, dropping things from the shelves all over the room, and leaving them both unconscious.
The Pale Warrior jerked her blade in an arc, tauntingly spattering Halystaru and Daleth with bits of the summon's blood. Much like both Light and Celos expected, they charged at the taunt like children running at the offer of candy. The Pale Warrior let the two of them take their swings, dodging each and every blow with the smallest hints of movement. A swing from Daleth's lance followed by a hook to Celos' chin was countered with a dodge and a crushing grip of Daleth's swinging hand. Halystaru backed away from this, seemingly afraid, then let loose with a volley of white magic and holy spells. Each attack was either seemingly absorbed by Celos, or bounced off her armor like pebbles. Daleth, still held in a fistlock by his enemy, struggled to release himself, but failed to do anything except make himself look like a pitiful excuse for a fighter. Celos suddenly let his fist go, but before Daleth reached the ground, a foot met his stomach from Celos' sidekick, doubling him over. With no air to gasp to fill his lungs, he had no chance to react as the Pale Elvaan charged at him and shoulder bashed him in the face. Daleth was promptly knocked backwards, hit wall-to-back, and fell to the ground with a slam. Blood poured down his forehead.
Halystaru ceased her attacks of holy magic and quickly sent it to working on Daleth's wounds. Celos did not give Halystaru much of a chance to recover Daleth, as the tall Elvaan picked up the small Taru by the head and began to crush her. The Taru screamed in pain, seeing red and feeling nothing but immense pressure, until the Elvaan slightly relaxed her grip and raised her other hand instead. Outstretching her palm, a gray glow appeared in Celos' fingers, which pulsated, and then exploded and enveloped Halystaru in an immense beam of light that nearly blinded Kidria in her sleep as she watched. The beam dissipated, and all that remained of the small Taru was a stone statue, still wearing the expression of immense pain that Halystaru had wore a moment ago. Celos let the stone fall the ground with a small crash.
The victorious member of Darkness surveyed her defeated combatants. All were either comatose or unconscious....except Daleth. Unable to move but still able to watch this horrible creature approach him, Daleth watched Celos stroll comfortably over to Daleth, grinning. She stopped at Daleth's feet and settled comfortably on her knees with hands on her legs, and continued to smile as Daleth grunted uncomfortably. There came an impulse in Kidria's sight, and she was able to suddenly 'sense' Daleth's thoughts and hear what Celos could say.
The Pale Elvaan winked. "You were right. I don't make mistakes." The voice was very, very cold. Daleth grunted, and tried to move, but found himself paralyzed. Celos shook her head.
"No need. I can hear you just fine." There was a long silence. For the longest time, Celos simply stared at Daleth's complexion, until her face took on a look of self-realization, and her smile widened.
"You knew this girl, correct? As...Celos, I believe. But I do you know you very well Daleth, oh I do indeed. As the 'Carrier'. You are the main cause for the annoyances I have gotten." The girl's face suddenly made an extreme change into a great, angry frown. In one quick, swift, unnoticeable move, her arm darted to her side, she drew her sword, and shoved it into Daleth's shoulder, who grunted in immense pain.
"Consider that my thanks." She cocked her head. "But, oh dear...that isn't nearly enough to pay you back." She wedged the sword out of Daleth's flesh, jerking it around as Daleth silently screamed, causing Kidria to jerk in her sleep. After yanking the blade out, Celos turned it before her eyes and stared at the blood.
"I think that would be a lovely idea. The blade I use to wound you, shall be the one to kill the Light, and the girl you worked oh-so-hard to protect. A lovely bit of irony, don't you think?" She shook her head disapprovingly. "But still, you require more. I will let you watch me murder the girl. That...should even the scales."
Celos rose from her knees slowly, and dragged Daleth closer to the door leading into the back bedroom. She dropped him near the door like a sack, and pushed the wooden doorway open, letting the light from the fire leak into the dark room.
Chase stood in the doorway, leaning heavily on it's frame, and clutching his sword. Celos laughed at this. The young Paladin simply stared at her through one halfway open eye.
"I will die...before I give in...you bitch." He chuckled at this insult, but Celos took little notice.
"Out of the way." And Chase was sent aside by a roundhouse kick. His body was sent backwards, crashing through furniture, until he slid on the ground with a trail of blood behind him. Splinters shot up in the air as he slid, spattering his body, until the momentum was stopped, and Chase lay there, unaware and unthinking.
Daleth and Kidria both watched as Celos walked in the doorway and approached the bed with Kidria lying in it, still sleeping. It was odd for Kidria to see herself, in this situation, with Celos walking towards her, knowing her death was a few seconds away. Oddly enough, she still felt calm, and happy. She was happy knowing that she had lived a meaningful life, because she now knew what she meant to her friends, as they had all almost given their lives...just for her.
But Kidria did regret one thing. Not all her friends were here. Fxeni, the Taru she had always looked for as a true friend and as someone who shared her secrets and laughs; Seryaa, who had acted almost like a second sister and teaching her about growing up into a lovely lady; Takmir, who had tried his best to make life better by laughing about everything and making a joke out of every sad moment; Marzinquan, who was loyal and trustworthy in a way no other could match; and finally; Taea, who she had always trusted and asked for advice.
And as odd as it sounded, Kidria was almost content with being killed by her sister. Although, to normal people it would seem like a horror, it was a comfort to Kidria's odd mind that she would be sent beyond by someone so close to her, despite that this was not the sister she had once known. Regardless, Kidria was not sad with her death. But she was not necessarily happy with it either. She just accepted it as was.
But Daleth himself did not want to accept it. He refused to. Kidria meant too much to them all. Despite that he had no strength in anywhere but his mind and eyes, he still somehow found the energy to cry as he watched Celos approach her kid sister.
A few short seconds before Celos actually raised the blade above her sister's sleeping body, the feelings in Kidria's mind took hold. The happiness and contentment took over, and Light grasped her mind. Kidria was sent from herself into another place, alone...yet not so. She would see her friends...again one day.
And then Celos drove the dark blade directly into Kidria's beating heart.