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There was red sunlight peeking through the barred window. The sun was just beginning to rise as Ares opened her eyes and squinted them against the light.

What a terrible night. She thought. I wonder what it meant? Then she looked around her and realized what happened was not just a bad dream.

It was all real.

But this time, instead of crying, Ares got up from the dirty, cold floor and stood in the center of the cell. She bowed her head and set herself to speak on a psychic thread. She used the sapphire thread to deliver her message. It was in her native tongue, a language that hadn't been used in so very long, but she was taught it despite that fact. She began a prayer, and all the while, began to collect all of her energy. Her jewels appeared on her finger and around her neck. They flashed in the sunlight as she summoned their strength.

Deep in the building, the blond haired man opened his eyes, as if he could feel something on the Winds. He could sense a growing power on the webs of the jewels.

A sapphire strength.

It was a collecting feeling, almost as if it was coming together to be stored. Waiting.

And then he heard a faint chanting on the Sapphire web.

With the last sentence of the prayer, she began to speak loudly and it became a haunting noise, as her power crackled around her. The floor beneath her feet began to glow with a bluish tint. The tint darkened until it resembled the color of her jewels. As Ares came to the last word, she unleashed her strength, and let it wash freely through the building.

For that moment, Ares dropped the veil she constantly had surrounding her psychic scent. The veil that stopped others from seeing who she truly was.

The man gasped as he felt the wash of Sapphire strength flood the building. He could feel a darkness in this power. It was a cleansing darkness.

The chanting became a haunted whisper, in a language he had never heard before. He closed his sky-blue eyes and descended within himself to the level of his birthright jewel. He lingered there for a few moments, getting a sense of this power that felt vaguely familiar.

Finally, he descended to one rank below; the Sapphire, and sucked in his breath.

It was cold and dark. The wind in the Abyss suddenly picked up and his hair flew about his face wildly. He gawked around him, taking in the scent, feeling the jeweled strength expand. The floor began to glow.

In that same moment, Ares pulled her power back to her with blinding force and she dove into the Abyss. The same chasm all the Blood called their strength from.

There was a blue light that flickered into the hall of the physical world, and then it flashed backward just as quickly.

The glowing floor became a bluish color and he gazed at it in amazement. He had never felt such a strength come from merely a sapphire.

The whisper became louder, and he could hear full words being chanted. Suddenly, a feminine psychic scent hit him like an ocean wave. He didn't have time to let out his breath before the same wave swept backward just as quickly as it had come.

The blue tint on the floor was gone, and Ares stopped chanting the prayer. Her jewels were gone and her power no longer choked the building.

She took a deep breath, allowing her powers to rejuvenate her torn skin.

She felt like a new creature. Ares would need this health if she was to stay strong that entire day.

May the Darkness help her.

The recoil of the wave slapped the man back upward to his physical awareness and he sat up, gasping for breath. He couldn't feel any of that dark sapphire power. No, that wasn't true. He could still feel it. It was almost as if it were in him, because, oddly enough, he felt rejuvenated. His body no longer suffered from the pain he endured the night before. But, Mother Night.

Whoever the witch was that could summon that kind of strength...

Thank you again for your lovely reviews! I am so proud!

And I am just giggling with excitement over the name of this chapter too. I thought it was so apt. And a Zeppelin Song too!

I'll be away on vacation for the next week, so I'll update as soon as i can once I return. Do not fret, my Legions, your Admiral shall return.