RP #1 - Newtype06. Posted 3-15-06

Darkness. Deadin could not comprehend exactly where he was. The last thing he remembered was talking to Kratos. Kratos… It had been almost a two hundred years since Deadin last saw him. The two swordsmen had met one rainy day in late summer. Kratos had been curt with Deadin, and the young Elf had taken offense. Harsh words were spoken, and swords were brandished. Deadin put up a surprisingly good fight, lasting almost a minute against the seasoned master. That was the first day of a remarkable and profitable partnership. Kratos saw potential in the Elf, and Deadin saw wisdom in the human. Together the two delved into the mysteries of swordplay, creating and perfecting a new technique: the Paragon Thrust.

The Darkness stirs. Was Deadin being carried? Feeling begins to return to the Hybrid's fingers. Waking up, Deadin notices that he is being carried easily over the shoulder of a man in red. Shaking his head to clear his vision, Deadin attracts the man's attention.

"Oh. You're awake." said a garbled, distorted voice.

"So it seems." Deadin replied. The voice seemed very familiar, but Deadin could not place it.

"Since you passed out, we've made great progress. There are only a few pockets of resistance left." Deadin blinked several times, noticing a pair of sword sheaths belted to the hips below him. Lloyd. He was being carried by Lloyd. Deadin stirred.

"Thank you Master Irving, but I believe I can stand now." Deadin said, and found himself being carefully lowered to his feet. The sun was casting its lightest glare over the horizon. Still slightly shaky, Deadin leaned up against a nearby building. A building. Apparently, it was safe to enter the village once more.

"How did we fare?" Deadin asked, not sure if he truly wanted to hear the answer.

"Well, we got hit hard. Much of Mizuho has been destroyed. Thankfully, most of the women, children, and old folks made it to safety. As for the warriors…Well let's say this battle is going down in the history books." Lloyd closed his eyes and sighed. "We figure that about half the warrior population that stayed here is either dead or wounded. Quandy's Ozette forces were hit hard too, but without them there would have been no survivors at all. Merlin and Quandy are up at the front now, finishing off the last hundred or so that we've cornered."

"And what of Terra?" Deadin asked.

"Oh, she'll be alright. She's with Colette right now, organizing the refugees, and helping put out the last of the fires. By the way, a messenger came for you while you were out. He said the Anna was alive."

Deadin had to grab hold of the building to keep his legs from falling out from under him.

"And where is Kratos?"

"Oh, well he kinda drifts everywhere. Every once in a while you'll see him at the front lines tearing into a group of Tarivians, but then you'll see him later, helping the refugees."

"Incredible…"

"Anyways, feel free to make yourself useful in any way you can. But don't push yourself. You've been out for a while now." Lloyd gave one last nod to Deadin, and ran off in the direction of the fading sounds of battle. Deadin knew he could go as well, but decided instead to check on his charge. The Hybrid took a moment to find Lady Terra's scent. It was unusually difficult. Sifting through the blood, the sweat, the embers, and the flames, Deadin finally landed on Terra's scent a few hundred yards away. The Hybrid took off in search of his charge, the sounds of battle diminishing to nothing.

RP #2 - Re'Ya'Salkas'Yassin'Huine. Posted 3-15-06

Anna slowly opened her eyes, to the dimness of the forest, the sound of battle over, she lowly sat up to find several Purrdu standing around talking with the humans and helping them as they needed. A nurse came over to check on her and informed the message to her friend was sent. Anna nods feeling tired but hungery but she is more worried about the group in the village until the Queen of the Purrdu walks up and sits next to her to inform her that she is now part of the clan. She is welcome to come anytime and that her friends were fine just that they are in the clean up stage in the village. The queen urges Anna to rest some more, then departs vanishing amoung the trees. Anna then remembered that she saw Deadin in his werewolf form and then remembered her father's words, laying back down, she drifted back to an uneventful slumber.

RP #3 - SuperSonic88. Posted 3-17-06

Salan looked around. The scene wasn't pretty, but he knew it could be a lot worse. The corpses of those...things were everywhere.
"Oh man, I knew there were a lot of those things, but damn..." He noticed a few other of the warriors were tending to the wounded.
"Not really my style to get involved in this sorta thing, but this scene reminds me too much of...Ozette...""Hey!" he called to his newfound comrades in arms. "Anything I can help you guys with?"

RP #4 - Re'Ya'Salkas'Yassin'Huine. Posted 3-20-06

About two days later, Anna and Purrti head the the camp around the village, hoping to find somone of the group she was with. Her fur was better but was still ragged in places still from the fire. She went to look for Lloyd to find out what their next move was. From the queen of the Purrdu, she recieved a magical item that she was to give to the leader of the group... though she never really knew who the true leader was or if they just shared the responsiblity. Purrti asked questions about the humans that Anna had traveled with and if they would accept her and if the creature was part of the group. Anna responded that she too was a crossbreed, she felt accepted without prejudges from the group she was with. Purrti merely smiled to herself and they entered the village as the stars in the sky began to light the night sky

RP #5 - Newtype06. Posted 3-23-06

The Hybrid walked the semi-deserted streets of New Mizuho. Much was in shambles, but the industrious Mizuhoans were already beginning to rebuild their shattered city. Ducking into an alley, Deadin reverted to his Elven form. These people had already seen enough over the course of the night. No need to scare them any further. Deprived of his powerful senses, Deadin set off in the direction he last detected Terra.

A few minutes later, the battle-scarred elf came upon one of the many refugee columns. Standing there, helping an elderly man walk over a pile of rubble, was Terra. She wiped a few specks of dirt and sweat off her brow, and turned to Deadin, waving. The Elf found himself returning the gesture, and quickened his pace. Nearing Terra, Deadin spotted someone else. Someone equally familiar. That someone was Kratos Aurion.

186 Years earlier…
It was raining. It always seemed to rain at this time of the year. Heimdall was always interesting in the rain. If there was anything the elves held a passion for, it was the rain. It rescues the parched earth, makes it grow, and in turn the waters of the earth rise to become rain. To the elves, rain represented the true harmony they all longed to obtain. Rain nursed those in despair, and then returned to its heavenly post.

However, the two men on the bridge were not thinking of the rain.

The first one spoke. "Why are you here!"

The second remained silent.

"Answer me, human! Why are you here?"

Finally the second man spoke. "I do not see the need to introduce myself to you, elf."

"You will regret this!" The Elf screamed, the sound of a sword being drawn piercing the rain's constant patter.

The second man crossed his arms at his chest, sighed, and then drew his own sword. No sound could be heard.

The battle lasted for the better part of thirty seconds. The Elf, overconfident in his abilities, charged recklessly into the human's defenses. The two swords skipped and sang, the two swordsmen behind them conducting an odd music. The Elf panted, and tried one last risky strike. With effortless ease, the human parried the sword, and with a flick of the wrist, disarmed the Elf. The Elf's broadsword splashed in the river under the bridge.

Deadin Draugdu fell backwards, landing in a small puddle. He was defeated. The Elf, soaked to the bone, looked up at the human who had so easily bested him. The human looked down at Deadin, sheathed his sword, and extended a purple-gloved hand.

"Now you have certainly earned my introduction. I am Kratos."

New Mizuho….

Deadin looked at Kratos, and Kratos in turn looked Deadin in the eye. The two swordsmen knew the routine.

Deadin spoke first. "Why are you here!"

Kratos chuckled, but nevertheless remained silent.

Deadin couldn't keep himself from smiling. "Answer me, human! Why are you here!"

The old comrades could not maintain the charade any longer. Deadin stepped forward and clasped hands with his old mentor. A long time had passed since Deadin and Kratos had studied together in Heimdall.

Deadin began first. "It's been almost a hundred and seventy five years since you left, old friend. What have you done to yourself now?"

Kratos shrugged, unable to find the words.

Shaking his head, Deadin continued. "As you undoubtedly noticed last night, I have changed, in more ways than one. About five years after you left, I went out to our old training area in the Ymir Forest. Something, however, beat me there. It was a Ymirian Werewolf. I fought very well, considering the foe, and inflicted a mortal wound upon my enemy, but in the end, it ran off, hopefully to die in agony. As for myself, I was bitten in several areas, and was too far away from Heimdall to receive proper healing. The rest is a brief story with a simple outcome: I was banished from Heimdall, a threat to myself and my people."

Kratos was sitting now, arms crossed. Deadin drew his sword and whetstone, sitting opposite of Kratos. The two friends talked of old battles, lost friends, and of other various things for the remainder of the morning. Terra, meanwhile, escorted the various refugees about the area, occasionally passing by the old warriors, picking up parts of their conversation

"…Training, for she…" Deadin mumbled.

"…gon Thrust…Do you think she will be ready for it?" Kratos replied.

The two swordsmen simultaneously looked up, catching the young eavesdropper.

Deadin spoke first. "Come Terra, and sit down. We have much to talk about." Before Terra could do so, a strikingly clean man intercepted her. Unlike every other refugee, this man wore no Mizuhoan garb, and was not covered by the soot and other remnants of the battle. The man stepped up to Terra, inclining his head in a curt nod.

"Miss, I am looking for a Lloyd Irving. I am told you are his daughter."

Deadin and Kratos stood, readying themselves in secret.

Terra seemed surprised, but overcome it quickly. "Yeah, he's my dad. What's up?"

"Greetings Terra Irving. I am Murray, part of the Iselian Insurance Company. What with the attacks, our office has been swamped with requests. Your family holds an estate out in the forest, correct?"

Terra nodded.

"Well, it seems there might be some damage to the house there. I was wondering if I could speak to your father personally."

Terra turned around to Deadin and shrugged. Deadin nodded, and found a dark alley to transform in. Shifting to his Hybrid form, Deadin felt a presence that had been subdued for quite some time: the Beast. Putting his baser half aside, Deadin locked his nose onto Lloyd's scent, placing him at the house the Irving's had been staying at. With his traditional stuttering of "Perfect Beast", Deadin slipped back into his Elven form, and rejoined Terra.

"He is back at the house, Lady Terra." Deadin said.

Terra motioned for Murray to follow her, and led the way to her temporary home, Deadin and Kratos in tow.

Upon reaching the hut, Terra went inside. A few moments later, she emerged with Lloyd. Murray stepped forward, bowing to Lloyd.

"Greetings Master Irving. I'm with the Iselian Insurance Company, and we need to talk in private."

Lloyd nodded, gesturing the man inside. Terra, Deadin, and Kratos spent several worrisome minutes outside, until finally Lloyd emerged.

"We're leaving. Your mother will catch up with us soon."

Stunned, Terra walked to her obviously distressed father. "What's wrong Dad?"

"There's a lot of damage everywhere. Iselia, Triet, and especially here. These companies need people to check the damages, and, if necessary, rebuild. There's gonna be a lot of work to do. That guy, Murray, he and his partner are here to ask anyone who can help to assist in Iselia and Triet. I have a feeling some of the others will be asked to join the relief effort. But for us, we are going to Iselia, to check up there."

Lloyd made his way to the town square, looking for a familiar face. Spotting his quarry, Lloyd made his way to the prominent man with red hair. Deadin recognized him immediately as Zelos Wilder, the land's most notorious ladies man. Having lived in Tethe'alla for most of his life, Deadin was well acquainted with the Chosen's exploits.

Lloyd spoke. "Hey Zelos. Have you heard about the Reconstruction efforts?"

The red-haired chosen smiled his trademark big goofy grin, and said "Yep. Me and some of the others were just going to head out. We were going to go to Triet, in hopes of fixing the trail of carnage, destruction, and utter chaos that my little warrior chief left behind her. Man, those kind of women are so…" Zelos trailed off, noticing Terra, Deadin, and Kratos. "Oh! Sorry. Lost myself there. Anyways, I heard about what you did for Terra, Deadin. Thanks a bunch. And Kratos is back! Well, if it isn't one great big family reunion. " Zelos flashed his big grin again. Not much has changed in only twenty years, Kratos sighed.

A few hours later, Terra and Lloyd stood at their Rheiards, checking the last of their equipment. Deadin and Kratos stood by silently, unable to ask the question on both their minds. Terra seemed to understand, and leaned over to Lloyd. "Hey Dad, can we take them along?" she said. Lloyd hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. "Sure, I can't see why not."

A few minutes later, Kratos stepped onto the Rheiard with Lloyd, and Deadin sat behind Terra. The Elf and Kratos had a plan, one that would work perfectly in the forests outside Iselia. Deadin clutched the small bag he had packed in the short time they had. He hoped that the hastily written message to Anna reached her, and that the Reconstruction of Mizuho went off well. As for him, he was off to Iselia, to begin the greatest task of his life. Deadin knew that the fate of many rested on what he and Kratos could accomplish, and just hoped that they could complete their task before it was too late.

The wind rippled through Deadin's hair as the Rheiard took flight. With surprising ease, Terra put the craft through its motions, and soon they were on their way to Iselia.

RP #6 - Dragoon Taryn. Posted 3-24-06

Three figures stood in front of the warn-torn Mizuho, watching the survivors of the battle try to begin rebuilding their city.

"We seem to be late," Brome remarked to Yuan, "The fighting's over."

Yuan said nothing, but simply nodded his head in agreement.

Ellyria peered out at the citizens from her position behind Yuan. "Those poor people. Mizuho may have skilled ninjas, but I doubt any kind of training could have prepared them for those... things."

"Indeed. It's a miracle they survived at all," Brome said.

"I wonder how they did survive..." Yuan mumbled to himself, then turned to Brome. "Brome, head back to the headquarters. Something tells me those creatures will strike again sometime, and we'll need every Renegade ready for when it happens."

"Yes sir!" Brome replied, saluting before heading back to his Rheiard.

"H-hey! What about me?" Ellyria interrupted, pointing at herself for emphasis.

"Miss Highwind, you'll stay with me. We should discover how Mizuho managed to win this previous battle."

"Um, but... how will I..." Ellyria turned bright red at the thought of being carried back to Asgard by Yuan.

Yuan gave her a puzzled look. "Miss Highwind, are you all right?"

"Yes!" Ellyria replied a little too loudly, " I was just thinking, um, that Miss Highwind sounds too formal."

Yuan shook his head and chuckled. "All right then, Ellyria, let us see if we can find someone in charge, hmm?"

Ellyria turned red again. "R-right!"

A brief inquiry of the citizens of Mizuho led the pair to Zelos Wilder, the supposed "guy in charge". Ellyria's eyes narrowed. Although she had lived in Sylvarant all her life before the world merger, she did hear all sorts of rumors during her travels about the red-headed Chosen.

She grabbed Yuan's arm and gave it a slight tug. "Hey, I've heard about this guy. You know him too, right? From twenty years ago. He's not going to hit on me or anything, is he? I can't deal with that." As if to prove it, Ellyria turned slightly red.

Yuan laughed. "Miss High... Ellyria, just do what everyone else does and ignore him."

"Says you," Ellyria muttered as she followed Yuan.

Zelos had a goofy grin on his face as Ellyria and Yuan approached. "Well well, if it isn't our other favorite Kharlan hero. Too bad you weren't here a little while ago, you missed one of your old friends."

Yuan startled at the Chosen's comment, his eyes wide. "Kratos? He was here?"

"Kratos? You mean one of the hero Lloyd's companions from twenty years ago!" Ellyria cut in.

"One and the same. He headed to Iselia with Lloyd, Terra, and Deadin." Zelos rubbed the back of his head, "Don't know what those guys have planned, but if you plan on following them, they shouldn't be too far ahead of ya."

Yuan spun around and started to head out of the village, with Ellyria running to catch up, and leaving an annoyed Zelos behind, whining, "What, no thank you, no good-bye? I can see you haven't changed a bit."

"Hey! Hey Yuan, wait up!" Ellyria called out.

Yuan continued to look and move forward. "If Kratos is back, then something bigger must be going on here. Stay here, Miss Highwind."

"No way! I'm going with you!" Ellyria cried out, as she jumped out, throwing her arms around Yuan's neck, clinging to him from behind.

As soon as it happened, Ellyria jumped back and turned about twenty different shades of red in under two seconds. "I mean, um, you might need me, and my abilities! What if you run into one of those things on the way there?" she stammered, holding her hands up to her cheeks to cover her embarrassment.

Yuan looked at her and sighed. "All right then Miss Hi... Ellyria. Let's see if Mr. Wilder has a Rheiard that you can use."

Ellyria clapped her hands together and hopped from one foot to the other. "All right! We're off to Iselia!"

RP #7 - Tizar Huine. Posted 3-25-06

As Anna and Purrti entered the village, she watched as Deadin left on the Rheiard with some else, sighing she went in search of someone of the group that she left her forest with as she and Purrti came upon someone, looking confused, she approuched the man as he turned, he saw two large felines, placing his hand on his sword.

Anna: I come in peace, I am Anna.

: Were you with the group that was at this village?

Anna: Yes, human, we assisted in the battle... though I fear that this is only the beginning...

: I am Salan looking at the Purrdu, who stood beside Anna then back at Anna You look like you are part elf

Anna: I am...

RP #8 - Newtype06. Posted 3-26-06

The wind ruffled through Deadin's hair, stinging his eyes. They had been flying for nearly an hour now, and were making a steady beeline for Iselia, or what was left of it. Deadin's right hand clutched the small leather bag that he had filled before leaving. The contents, seemingly random and pointless to the untrained eye, had so many uses to Deadin. A small bell, a line of rope, a clay bowl, and four round spheres were just some of the miscellaneous items that Deadin held in his bag. Deadin's left hand clutched the hilt of his sword. Deadin ran his hand down the worn handle. He had used this blade for almost twenty years. Retirement beckoned to the worn blade.

Looking up, Deadin was caught up in a swirl of brown-gold hair, as Terra continued to pilot the Rheiard. Seeing Terra in her element spurred Deadin on even further. A time would come when his blade and his bag would help Terra again. Deadin sighed, and looked outwards. Lloyd and Kratos were taking the lead, pushing the aged craft ahead. As Lloyd labored behind the controls, Kratos sat cross-legged on the back end, in deep thought. Deadin could only ponder what his old friend was thinking about.

Looking down towards the ground, Deadin marveled at the expansive plain that they were just passing over. Somehow, Deadin's thoughts turned to Anna, and to the letter he wrote. Deadin barely had had enough time to scribble out what he wanted to say, but was sure that Anna would get the message. Even now, he could picture her reading it, taking in every word…

"Dear Anna, I hope this letter finds you well. I have left with Lady Terra to help rebuild Iselia. I have spoken with Kratos, and he agrees that Terra's sword training will begin there as well. I may be gone for quite some time. I just want you to know that my memory of you, my feelings for you kept me safe, kept me sane during the battle. Even when I lost control, I could cling to your memory. It is that memory that will keep me safe on my travels. All I ask is that you remember me as well. Sincerely, Deadin Draugdu"

Deadin smiled. He could only wonder what Anna's reaction would be. Deadin normally wasn't this frank when it came to himself. Often the Elf found the forest more comforting than other people. However, something about Anna's condition, something about her similarities to Deadin interested him. She was a melding of the Elven heritage and the creature of the forest, just like he was. She was independent and trustworthy, just like he was. Deadin counted her among the few people he trusted. Deadin hadn't always been so selective in his friends, however. There once was a time when he was carefree. That all changed one day.

170 years ago…

"Deadin, son of Falin, do you know why you have been brought before this council?"

The black haired, clean-shaven elf standing before the half dozen elders nodded. Deadin was well aware of why he was there. He had been ratted out.

The Head Elder spoke again. "Charges have been levied against you, claiming that you have been infected by the monsters outside our borders. Corroborating that tale are the attacks that have been plaguing this village. What say you in your defense?"

Deadin sighed, rattling the chains that bound his hands and feet to a chair. "I have no excuse, nor explanation. I do not feel I need to explain myself."

The elders, slightly miffed by Deadin's response, grumbled amongst themselves for a while. Deadin sat down into the uncomfortable chair that had been provided to him, and awaited his sentencing. He could feel it return, the strange presence that seemed to fill his mind. Only twice before had Deadin noticed it since his infection. With it's coming, Deadin knew what to expect. Even now, his rage, his passionate thirst for blood welled up. One of the elders was leaning over to talk to another Wiseman. Deadin noticed his jugular throb with each heartbeat. Even now, Deadin could see himself feasting on the remains of the Council. Even now, he could hear the voice…

Show no mercy! Kill them all! They hate you because you are a heartless beast, and you know they are right! Give in to me, and I will solve your problems, Deadin. I can give you a meaning, a reason to live your life. Together we shall bask in the boundless slaughter! We shall -

"Deadin, son of Falin, stand and hear your fate." the elder said.

Shaken out of his temptation, Deadin stood.

The Head Elder spoke. "We find you unsuitable to live in our borders. You are hereby exiled from Heimdall, effective immediately."

The words hit Deadin like a pile of bricks. He was denied Retribution. Exiled, he would never find his betrayer; never find the one who discovered his secret. Deadin was angry. As one of the guards stepped forward to unchain Deadin, the Elf sprang up, pulling the chains taut.

"Exile me if you must! But first let me look upon the face of my betrayer!"

The council looked amongst themselves for a moment. Deadin came from an influential family, which had supplied several council members in the past. Finally, the Head Councilman nodded, gesturing to one of the guards. Deadin was unlocked, and forced to sit in his chair again.

The Head Councilman spoke. "Seeing as how we never leave the village, and how you will never enter here again, we find no problem in showing you your accuser." The council member looked at the guard again. "Bring him in!"

A thin, sallow-faced elf entered, drawing Deadin's attention. "Gaur…You did this!" Deadin said, looking up at the Elf. Gaur chuckled, green eyes betraying a hint of pleasure. "Come now Deadin, you don't think I'd just sit around with the knowledge I had and just wait for you to kill someone. You've already seriously hurt eight people, Deadin, and old Ceredor might die within the week. I had to do something…"

Deadin growled, baring his already wolfish teeth. "There's no proof I did any of that!" Gaur just shrugged. "Are you suggesting that there is another Wolf in this village? I think not. Goodbye, Deadin." Gaur turned and left, limping slightly.

The Councilman looked at the guards, pointing at Deadin. "Get him out of my sight. Throw him out of the village. The penalty for returning is death!"

Deadin snapped awake, noticing that he was back on the Rheiard with Terra. Deadin's hands quickly found his sword and his bag, clutching onto the two things that still held him in this world: his honor, and his responsibility.

RP #9 - cepussinboots. Posted 3-26-06

Merlin and Quandy looked around the destroyed village, watching as the many villagers and soldiers began to rebuild it. Merlin lead Quandy into a small hut, and Quandy sat down onto a table, while Merlin examined his wounds.

"Looks like you've got a mild break in your kneecap," Merlin said "and then you have a broken collar bone, and a deep cut, thats right into the bone, down you right arm"

Quandy sighed, then looked up chuckling, "Ah well, what can you do for it old man?"

Merlin raised his staff, "It's quite simple actually, all i have to do is cast a simple healing spell" Merlin muttered some words from under his breath, and then a blue aura covered Quandy's body, healing and sealing all of the wounds he had recieved in battle.

Quandy looked down, "Those words, they sound so familiar"

Merlin looked slightly uneasy, "That's because," He began "Its a spell... that was created to work on those with... Demonic Blood in them"

Quandy jumped up, knocking the table over and throwing the old wizard against a wall. "How did you find out? How long have you known?"

Merlin stood up, slightly shaken. "i've known since i saw you fight, right after that man died. I had a feeling that you were the Meditator, and as for the demonic blood inside you. Well, i too come from the land you come from, and since i have been alive, i have heard all sorts about you. But to meet in the same place, well, that was something i could never have predicted"

Quandy sighed, and sat back down, but this time on the floor. "I'm, ashamed" he whispered "I, didn't want anyone to know. I don't want to be banished. Thats why, well... thats why i left the old country"

Merlin laughed, "Is that so? Well, having once known your predecessor, i would like to see how you fair up in a fight, against someone of your own level"

Quandy clutched his fist in anger. "You knew Xzam?" he asked.

Merlin sat down next to Quandy "It was a long time ago now..."

A long time ago...

A man was standing in the middle of a Dark Room. It looked magnifficent even without light. The man was quite old, but had a long brown beard, a balding head, and he held a golden staff. It was the Merlin of a couple of the past.

"I know your in here" The Man yelled. "Show yourself"

A white light moved across the walls, but then back into the shadows. The Brown haired Quandy turned around, looking for the room.

"Show Yourself," Merlin again yelled. "In the name of the great king, i order you to show youself to me"

Again, the bright light moved around the room, un noticed by the wizards eye. It jumped out to the front of Merlin, and he noticed it.

"The bodyless Meditator" Merlin unsheathed his sword "So you decided to show up"

The light in front of Merlin got brighter, until it morphed up into the shape of a human, and drew a large sword, similar to that of which the present Quandy uses. The humanoid spoke, with a slight hiss. "Ssso, you dare challenge the dark one?" It hissed as it finished the sentance.

"Xzam!" The great Wizard spoke. "Never before did i think my sword would clash with that of the Sword of Eternal Life. But now, it is my duty, as the Sacred Guardian of Sak'rath, to seal evil ones as you ito the shadow realm."

The creature gave off a laughing hiss. "You ssserioussssly believe that you can get away with harming another meditator?"

Merlin coughed. "You are the Dark Meditator though, so this time it is different." Merlin jumped back, and raised his sword and staff at Xzam "besides, that wasn't me who harmed your teacher, it was my father"

Merlin jumped at the Dark Shadow, and the two swords clashed, neither one prevailing. Multiple strikes where ensued, until Merlins sword was thrown to the floor. Merlin took some heavy blows to his body, and was thrown back against the floor. The Dark Meditator moved towards Merlin, and started casting a spell. a few seconds past, and Xzam yelled "DIVINE JUDGEMENT" This spell smacked Merlin head on, destroying the bottom half of Merlins body, leaving him with only his top half.

"Sssee, i told you there wassss no way it would work! Hisss" Xzam laughed.

"Not if i have anything to do with it" Merlin muttered, and grabbed his golden staff that was behind him.

"GREAT GOD OF SAK'RATH, I CALL YOU, LEND ME YOUR POWER, AND TRAP THIS EVIL FIEND. SEND HIM TO THE SHADOWS." The staff glew, and a stone appeared in the middle of the room. "this is it" Merlin whispered. "ETERNAL DAMNATION" He yelled, and the staff shattered turning into thousands of pieces that threw themselves at Xzam, and started sucking him inside the stone.

"Thisss can't be happening, this isssn't happening. No, noooooo" Xzam gasped as he was trapped inside the stone.

Merlin collapsed on the floor. "i just hope someone finds me" he whispered, and then he fell unconcious.

"and then, we buried him where you found him" Merlin said to Quandy, who was looking quite shocked.

"I see" Quandy said, and stood up. "Excuse me, but i think i need time to think"

Quandy left the room, and walked around Mizuho for a while. Talking about Xzam had made him think of Alex, the girl who Xzam had killed. He sat down, and tried to feel sad. But he couldn't. Nothing seemed right. Having no soul, was like having no life, and it was, having no feelings. Quandy watched as a man with blue hair, and another girl mounted some Rehiards and flew off. He watched people rebuilding the village. He came to the attention of a small girl. She was standing with her mother, as they grieved over the loss of her father, the only thing is, she didn't understand what was happening. She was crying, while asking "Mommy, why are they burying daddy? Mommy? Mommy, whats going on? Mommy?"
He continued looking around. So many sad things, but he just couldn't cry. What was wrong with him. He had chosen no soul, but he regreted it deeply. Again his attention came across a man, grieving for the loss of his loved one.

"Alex" the man was saying. "Alex... why? why?"

Quandy looked down at the ground. He wasn't sure how or why it was happened, but... he cried.

RP #10 - Tizar Huine. Posted 3-27-06

After reading the letter, Anna felt abandoned again, even if he wasn't meaning to do so it but she felt confused by the emotion, she had only known him only briefly, yet the feelings of abandonment surfaced. She was 10 years old again with no one to turn to no safe place to go. Just as these feeling surfaced, Anna felt someone touch her shoulder, comfortingly shaking out of her her flashback that never really started, as her mind refocused, Purrti was standing there.

Purrti: He cares for you otherwise, he wouldn't have told you. You are not that 10 year old that everyone threw away. I am here. The Purrdu of the forest here are your family... these humans have accepted you, even if some of them aren't human...

Anna merely nodded with tears in her eyes, she will remember Deadin's friendship. Solan stood looking confused by the events