-1A/N I am Back. No not from outer space. Ok so I have a problem that has to be cleared up by Chapter 6. Later on in the story(I mean way later) should I use Skulker or should I use Prince Aragon. I personally am leaning towards Skulker but only because he would be easier to write and I have more plotline drawn out for him. Prince Aragon is there because his personality fits better to his reaction. To my 3 Reviewers:

SquirrellGirl13: Pyro is a black smith he can make you any type or form of a Scythe. How about a double bladed one with a rod made out of one uncut shaft of Emerald that can shoot blasts that make couches into squirrel food.

Phantomshadowdragon: Your Welcome For the B-Day sentence. So how was your Birthday? The War is a few chapters away, don't worry it will come… In time.

Esme Kali Phantom: Your Reviews do keep this story improving I hope that this chapter is less disjointed. Your name reminds me of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious because of the rhythm not because it is hard to say. Thank You.

Now on to the story

…5...

The Prophets watched as Grim went to bed. And as soon as Grim's eyes were off they knew he was asleep. They instantly turned to the blacksmith in the main room still working on the center and top part of the exquisite blade. The second half of the blade was in fact done but they knew Pyro wanted to make sure the blade would hold up to any sort of magical barrage.

Over the next few hours of tinkering Pyro had finished the blade and attached it to the staff. Once the weapon was done he flashed the scythe in a few arks just to make sure the blade was in perfect balance. Even from the view of the Prophets the black and silver scythe was an elegant weapon. They watched as Pyro walked into his bedroom, placing the scythe on the table, and fell asleep.

The mirror that the Prophets were watching from faded back into a milky gray color that prevented anyone from seeing through it.

As before Lethor was in the back of the room leaning on the wall, his blue face showing a smirk of knowledge. "Just like I told you Meliain, Pyro declined and Grim is bringing a scythe."

Meliain turned from the mirror and stared directly into Lethor's eyes. "Is there any more information that you have been withholding from us?"

"If you are asking then does that not indicate that you believe that I know more than you do about the outcome of the current events?" Lethor replied smugly before heading for the door.

"Well no, I mean yes, oh I don't know. Do you know more than we do Lethor?" The other Prophets left leaving Lethor and Meliain to argue. Meliain continued pacing the room fingering the skull amulet around her neck her eyes and face filled with confusion.

"Meliain try to use the mirror to see what is to come. No not the large one, the one in my quarters that only requires one spirit to work it." Lethor stayed calm thorough the conversation even though Meliain was on the verge of a fit.

Realization hit her like a magic blast coming from the hand of a very well accomplished warrior "Lethor none of the Prophets are allowed in each others quarters…"

"Without previous consent." Lethor said as he cut her off. "You may check the rules if you wish, however because I am offering that you try and work my viewing mirror, which is in my room so by that you may enter."

"Lethor?"

"Yes Meliain."

"Why in the realms do you want me to try to watch what is to come?"

"The answer to that will come soon enough."

By this time the two of them had floated to an ornately decorated door that the majority of the frame was covered in a Celtic knot pattern. Lethor pushed the door open and welcomed Meliain into his quarters.

…5...

Grim woke up to the lightened green of the semblance of day in the Realm of the Dead. The soft sound of Pyro sharpening the blade of the scythe rang through the air with a high pitched hum. He listened to the underlining silence then out of restlessness got up and exited his room.

"Hello Grim. Are you ready to meet the Prophets today?" Pyro said with a great amount of enthusiasm as he walked over to Grim. "I finished your scythe last night."

With a rather stifled yawn "yah, yah, Wait, what, You finished it! Let me see it." The scythe started glowing red again in Grim's hands. After a few seconds the scythes aura was the same deep crimson red as Grim's own aura and was casting the same red light around the room. "Well Pyro this is easily the most elegant weapon that you have ever made. I am sure that you will not be able to top this one in the rest of your afterlifetime. Thank you again. I really must be getting on my way. Pariah wanted to see what weapon I will be trained in before I actually do get trained with it. I believe that he just wants to make sure that he can fight against it if his need be."

"Well Grim you don't want to be late for your first day. I hope to see you later."

Grim walked out the door with the scythe in hand and started the short walk to Pariah's Keep.

…5...

As he approached the door it swung open revealing the room beyond. The room was full of twisted stairways and other doorways through which hid rooms filled with who knows what. Grim set off in the direction of the door that he knew entered the throne room. Surprisingly Pariah was not in his throne but was walking about in circles muttering things about overthrows and danger. Grim pretended that he did not hear the mumblings and made his presence known.

"Grim." Pariah said, clearly surprised at finding the leader of his military standing there.

"Yes My King" Grim said while bowing down holding the scythe upright.

"If I remember correctly today is the day that you start your lessons with the Prophets." He said the last word with utter hatred earning a look of confusion from Grim but it went without notice.

"Yes sir"

"Well are you going to tell me what weapon you have chosen."

"A scythe sir."

"A scythe! Why a scythe?"

"Pyro made it as a gift for my teaching him how to add special qualities to weaponry. He knows me very well and created the scythe without me knowing, however I am happy with the choice." Grim told Pariah very quickly also remembering to leave out the real reason for the scythe, wanting to avoid a disaster.

Pariah was the king of spirits for a reason. He was the most powerful spirit in the realms and was feared not just for his power but for his anger as well. Any and all spirits knew that to anger King Pariah was just to send your self to the horrible depths of oblivion. Oblivion was feared more than fading because it was the hell-like envisionment of death that the Living Realm's occupants seemed so intent on avoiding. While no one knew exactly what happened to a spirits consciousness after fading it still was a favorable way to go especially because the spirits who faded did not go screaming in pain and begging for mercy while being consumed by black fire. Grim had witnessed a few go by way of oblivion and was never too keen on either watching it nor going that way. So just to be safe he kept on Pariah's good side.

"Ah well Grim I must agree, A scythe is a very interesting weapon you may continue."

"Thank you my King for still allowing the Prophets to teach me." Grim said making sure to keep his head down so as to not upset the king. "I shall be heading off now. Let the Ectosteel age of the Realm not perish." and with that Grim exited the throne room and in turn Pariah's Keep.

…5...

A/N That is a good stopping point. I thank my three reviewers Esme Kali Phantom, SquirrelGirl13, and Phantomshadowdragon. You three have so far reviewed for every chapter. So now in your reviews please choose between Skulker or Prince Aragon. Whoever gets more votes will be in the story as a main character. Please read my pleas for either of them above.

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