AN: Here is Part 2: The Revelation

As Brant brought down the telling blow that ended the match, gasps rang out from the competitors booth, even the normally stoic William agape at the show of innate magic that had been unseen until then. The remaining members of Patrol Group B looked on with awe as their leader and lieutenant fell down into the dust, dead to the world, Alistair with eyes wide, mouth moving frantically but not finding the words that eluded him and William looking on with stunned surprise as the dust cleared.

"A-are we seeing the same thing here? Seriously?" Alistair said, voice high and squeaky with a mixture of fear and awe at the feat his commanding officer had displayed.

William nodded near imperceptibly in response to his comrades shocked query, pale skin going a shade paler at the thought of how wounded the two of them must have been to be rushed away so quickly by the medics.

"So mutt, I reckon you know what just happened there right?" Said Be'elimber as he grinned widely at the slowly melting shard of ice still protruding through the arena floor, his eyes shining with a mad sort of light.

"Be gone with you madman," shouted Prodigy as she wheeled on the crazed wizard, hand raised to strike him. "Your perversion of magic will not be tolerated here!"

As the two other magical folks in the booth argued back and forth as they had for the entirety of the tournament, Alistair combed though his memory trying to find what exactly had happened there in the stadium when the horrifying fact suddenly dawned on him. His entire body began to shake, his face going green with illness before he unloaded the contents of his stomach over the railing and onto the arena floor.

"Hmm? Hey, you okay Al? You're looking a little off mate." William piped up with his elegant accent, lilting with an almost lyrical feel to it as he inquired to his companion.

"We must go to Brant and Soric quickly, come now." Alistair brushed off his concerns with a harsh tone, gripping the younger man by the sleeve and near dragging him to the infirmary below the stands to find their downed teammates, Be'elimber cackling madly as they hurried off.

Arriving in mere moments, they found, Brant's brother Callum awaiting them at his bedside. They had had a brief introduction to the man the night before, but they had all been exhausted for various reasons and had made for bed almost immediately after introductions had been made.

Callum was tall, not the near ridiculous proportions of his brother but still a good height of near six foot, with a heavy brow and weary brown eyes that matched the slowly thinning chestnut hair that peaked out from beneath his helmet. He wore a scaled chest-plate over the blue cloth tunics he and his brother shared and had lightly armored trousers and boots on, clanking meekly as he set his elbows upon his knees, hands cupping his face and tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

"I was afraid of this," he said solemnly, voice cracking ever so slightly. "I was afraid it would happen again. I kept telling myself it was just a one time occurrence but now I have been proven so very, very wrong." The tears that had been present before now rolled down in streaks as the cleric broke down into sobs at his brother's bedside.

"Callum, tell me this isn't what I think it is." Alistair said, no, commanded as his hands curled together into fists and his voice tightened, reflecting the military training that had landed him in their squad.

"I'm quite sorry, but this is just the beginning of it." Callum said through the fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Within a few years, he'll be completely gone," he continued on, his voice trembling before hardening with a steel like that of his blade. "Unless we go directly to the source and beg for it to stop. If it comes down to it I'll offer myself to serve as it. I refuse to let this happen to him, not after what happened to father."

"Will someone please explain what is going on here? What do you mean he'll be gone? I am completely lost here!" William yelled in aggravation, voice echoing around the dimly lit chamber that served as an infirmary, face twisting into a scowl.

"What I'm trying to say here," Callum whispered, voice trembling with fear. "Is that Brant is slowly being transformed into a vessel for Moulinglacia."

Shock crossed Williams face as the words were spoken, fat heavy tears long thought dried up beginning to well up in the corner of the young mans eyes before he broke down sobbing. He had already lost so many people, he couldn't bear to lose another.

AN: Part 3 coming soon.