I am so freaking excited. We are out of boring old Hyrule and into uncharted (well, at least for you) territory with new and exciting adventures! This is where the fic really starts, people, this is where you just have to indulge. For the first dozen or so chapters, I need to pour in the OCs- this place is huge! Reviews for this chapter are appreciated. Let's get this show on the road, ladies and gents!

P.S. Sorry this took so long again, I've been very busy for the past five or six weeks.

Chapter 7: Garaniv

"How long was I out?" Midna asked, head resting on the mast of the ship, watching the sky. When Midna had passed out, it had been dusk. Now the sun was almost at a zenith, she guessed it was either late morning or early afternoon. Which was easy to tell, given the fact that Ros was falling asleep at the helm. He must have been at this all night. Midna rationalized. Link stood cross armed a few feet away from her, pacing across the small diameter of the boat.

"Most of the morning. It looked like you were going to-Ros!" Link yelled at the sleeping Knight, his head drooping below the wheel. It snapped up, his head hitting the bottom wooden piece.

"Today's not my day." Ros yawned. Midna rolled her eyes.

"Trust me, you very well may have just jinxed it." Midna retorted. Link snorted before leaning over the side, watching the water go by.

"We have no idea where we're going, do we?" Ros asked in a groggy tone. Midna shrugged.

"I've been up for a half an hour. You were at the helm, or so I believe, all night. If anyone should know, it is you." Midna wagged her finger at Ros.

"Pardon me for not bringing a map of the ocean while trying to escape a burning city that I was sworn to protect, its princess included." Midna could feel the venom dripping off of Ros' sharper tone. Then Link, as usual, broke in.

"That's enough, you two." His head was resting on the edge, and Midna heard him in a way that he rarely spoke; as the tired, worn man that he had become from all the questing and heroics of the start, but the aftereffects must have given him anything but peace and quiet, things Link held very dear. Midna could see that he was taking this-his home, being completely ravaged by an unknown army and forced to watch-hard. Midna's empathy (a gift of the unwanted gift of the Triforce piece) could not break the veil that clouded Link's mind. The Hero shot her a dark glance at one point, as if he could feel that she was trying to give him therapy. The mind clouds darkened when he looked away. They spent the next hour in silence.

"Wait," Ros was fully awake now, looking at the sea. "If we're going to be out here Din knows how long, what are we supposed to eat?"

"Ever hear of fishing?" Link asked. Ros glared at him.

"Yes, yes I have. But I also know that deep sea fish cannot be caught with petty rods."

"Which we don't seem to have aboard, anyway," Midna came out from the trapdoor in the center of the boat. "All that's down there are dusty jars, some string, a broken sword and a skull or two." Ros blinked, but Link huffed.

"That's a random assortment." Ros commented, abandoning the wheel.

"What are you doing?" Midna asked, bewildered.

"I want to see it." Ros shrugged.

"You need to sail the boat!" Midna commanded, blocking his path.

"It's a boat, not an airship. It doesn't require constant steering." Ros growled.

"Then why did you fall asleep at the wheel?" Midna countered.

"Because who knows what's on the floor and Link had the only chair." Ros said, shooting a glance at the Hero.

"Don't bring me into this." Link's eyes were now closed, head and arms leaning on the bow.

"Mind telling your little princess to move out of the way, then?" Ros asked.

"Yes." Link replied. Midna rolled her eyes.

"Fine, go check out the basement. I'll steer the ship." Link stirred at this.

"No! I learned that the hard way; Midna steers nothing. New rule. Midna. Steers. Nothing." Link rose slowly to his feet, slightly swaying with the boat. Ros chuckled, descending the latter while Midna glared at the Hero as ascended to the wheel.

"Did I do that bad flying the bird?" She asked sarcastically. Link smiled. "Or do you just love to tease me?"

"Yes."

"Stop yessing me, yes-man! Do you understand?" With the last sentence, Midna snapped two fingers with each syllable. Link's smile grew wider.

"Y-"

"Say it and you go overboard," Midna growled. Link quieted, but not before putting his tongue through his teeth, making a childlike and devious smile. "And can you stop smiling?"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the mast." Link said in a singsong voice. Midna turned around and put her face in the mast, not hard enough to make splinters but hard enough that it hurt.

Maera looked around. She was standing in what appeared to be an arm shaped clearing, forest on one end and a sheer cliff face on the other. Dense forests covered her on either side. Checking to make sure there were no pieces missing (Sunlight was fatal to Insumnios), Maera paced around the clearing.

After she finished, a realization came to her. What the hell was she supposed to do now?

The cliff dropped into a small patch of forest, before ending near a town and roads. She was on a sheer forest on a mountain, in a clearing like fungus in between one's fingers. The only way would be to progress through the forest, but…

Where did her sword get to? If she was without a sword, keeping in mind that there could be more than one danger with the possibility of being fatal in the surrounding area, she would be no more than mincemeat. If her mediocre spells didn't fire, she would be out of luck. And if they didn't hit, well, then it would be just as bad as if it didn't fire.

Too many ifs. She was a soldier, a Captain, and that was far too many chances that she could take, far too many possibilities and chances of death. Chances that she wouldn't-couldn't-take.

Perhaps it was time to scale the cliff, after all, Maera thought, just before something rustled in the brush.

Fantastic.

Ros thought himself insane for a long while.

Since the Battle (Although he had convinced most of himself it was a massacre) of Hyrule, he had been hearing these strange, dominant whispers that took control of his thoughts. After the pacification they started, but were magnified tenfold, still incomprehensible to him. Sometimes he would even see flickers of a green haired knight and more rarely a dragon the size of the boat flying alongside it. Was he going insane? The day was getting ever longer, they had caught lunch and dinner on the open seas (Midna's magic was useful for something more than pointing at things or killing, it seemed).

Now he was back down in the "basement" deck, examining once again what he had seen. The room was a rectangle, two shelves of dusty wood hanging on the sides, two shelves carved into the far wall. It was atrociously dusty, cobwebs and other items hanging on the ceiling. No light came from the dark sky, barely a star twinkled. The jars were about a foot and a half tall each, with seven inches in diameter. Only four were placed on each separate shelf, and only on the ones on the side. On the far wall, by the right corner, a silver sword lay protecting a skull with many dents in it. On the shelves in that wall, another skull resided, but so did a few old small bottles (the smallest the size of Ros's forefinger, the largest his entire finger) and even some books so dusty they appeared to be naturally grey. Ros ran a hand over the string Midna had mentioned. It was a pale white, however was easily traceable as it seemed to pulsate blue. It hummed softly.

"Best watch out for that. By the time you reach your destination, you might be dead. Well, as long as that thing's aboard." An unfamiliar voice said aloud. Ros grabbed the sword from the shelf and whirled around, coming face-to-face with… Er, with not a face. The creature had caught the blade of the sword between two sections of metal.

"Who are you?" Ros asked, eyes not leaving the thing. The faceless creature's chest heaved and sound came out, and Ros assumed it was laughing.

"Ask Midna. Describe me, and she will tell you." The creature, Ros discerned from its voice that it was a machine of some kind, halted, as if to watch Ros bask in its glory.

"And why have you come?" Ros asked, voice small. "The others are bound to be asleep by now."

"Because I want to talk to you, small one. They had their fun, and now it's your turn, your time to shine. And I want to be your… Ah, benefactor." The machine spoke "Benefactor" slowly, as if testing if this was the right definition.

"I'm listening." Ros drew the sword back.

"You see, in order for me to do that, however, we must strike a deal." The machine crossed limbs that could count as arms.

"What kind of deal?" Ros never sheathed his sword. This machine had a way with words, he would admit, but trust was not something he handed out easily. He didn't even fully trust Link or Midna yet, but he was getting there. This thing he had no clue where the machine's loyalties would lie, even if it knew such a concept as loyalty. He had his doubts.

"You and I will have a series of meetings, mostly I coming to you, if not we meet at a location, where I will designate an item or something along those lines you will fetch for me. You will be paid a hefty sum, in money and in weaponry, for your troubles."

"Are you saying you want me to play fetch? For someone I don't even know the name of?" Ros growled. The machine tilted it's head to one side.

"Fine, I'll tell you who I am, not that it matters. The Chronographer, mapper of the uncharted expanse of Time, at your service." Was this machine being sarcastic? It sounded like it to Ros, who growled like a wild animal. The Chronographer stopped suddenly. "What, not good enough for you?"

"Let's get something straight first," Ros brought the blade back to the Chronographer's neck with such a speed that made the machine snap up. "I. Am. Not. Your. Pet," Ros' expression got darker with each word. "And you will not treat me as such." The last word was spoken as a whisper.

"Deal." The Chronographer extended an arm as Ros sheathed his sword. The Knight took a good look into the featureless face of the Chronographer before firmly grasping and shaking his hand.

Wait, was that thing losing skin? Maera did a double take as she analyzed the beast coming out of the bushes. It was large, with five fingered hands and patches of dark fur and skin drooping off of it. Maera nearly gagged, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at the creature.

And then it leaped.

Meara ducked under the large creature, smelling the death that it radiated, and delivered a swift kick to one leg. The thing's head snapped back, showcasing a large maw of teeth. It growled, lunging at her again. Maera sidestepped the maw before hitting an ear with a swift punch, immediately following up with another punch to the midsection and grabbing of the tail. When both hands wrapped around it, she snapped the bone. The creature howled, and, as if it had casted a spell, she felt a wound open in her back and was sent sprawling forward, light armor barely saving her from commencing in a roll that would've dropped her off the cliff.

Did this thing have any idea it was fighting an Insumnios, masters of hand to hand combat? Probably not.

But Maera didn't care. It initiated the fight, and therefore she would kill it.

Her thoughts were cut off by a bolt of pain soaring up her back, the cut from some sort of spell taking effect. She heard the creature's growl. All she could think of was the fact that she was dying now, too, after watching everyone else.

What a fitting end.

The creature leaped again, ready to kill her, when the world flashed. The creature was turned mid-jump, force upheaving the ground which the beast tore into. It coughed, spitting up the worms it had almost swallowed, and then turned to Maera. Maera turned around and gasped.

"Wh…wha…" She couldn't even begin to describe the strange beast that hovered before her.

The creature was gigantic, the size twenty or more of her. Being by the ledge of the cliff gave her no better judgment of the beast's size. The skin of the monster was a crystalline red, radiating an almost hungry energy. The torso was shaped like an oddly mangled X. From the sides of the X grew crystalline arms almost like hers, but ended in a sharp fork. In between the forks hovered nearly half a dozen blades. They all hummed with an orange energy that unnerved Maera. It had no legs, only a cloud of pink. She could swear that it smelt like blood. The cloud shifted, revealing blades before sinking them back. On the center of the X was a large face with fangs and no eyes. It looked almost like a human, if what she read in books was true. It was yelling with a pure hatred, a silent scream. She knew this was anger it was expressing by looking upwards, where two gigantic red orbs (they looked almost exactly like Insumnios eyes) were glaring at the thing that had decided to fight with her. The creature ignored her.

"Kill it." A voice rang out. However, before the monster could spew fire all over the rotting creature, before Maera could see it, the rotting thing was gone. The creature turned it's fel gaze to her and drew back an arm.

"What?" She whispered. Hadn't the thing just tried to save her?

"Not that one. Leave whoever that is alone, Adkursag," Maera blinked. Adkursag, where had she heard that name before? And who was talking? Maera looked around, and then spotted a humanoid figure on a ledge a quarter mile away. He was panting. "Hello, ma'am? Are you alright?" Maera had decided that he was speaking through the… well, whatever the floating giant was. Maera turned and watched it as it looked over her entire frame, resting on certain areas. It emitted a low growl. When Maera turned back around, the man was in front of her. She yelped and jumped nearly a foot back, just before the pink mist of Adkursag. She heard a humming sound come from the giant, and began to slowly walk towards the man.

He was human, of that Maera had no doubt. She had seen paintings from the Elders before the Insumnios were driven into the dark. His jaw was hard and sharp, dragging her eyes to his bluish grey ones. On his eye whites were blue lines that seemed to glow with an ethereal light. His pupils were a rocky grey color, not like the black that the Elders had painted. His nose was sharp and pronounced, scars crisscrossing it like some sort of decoration. He had a thin mouth line, where a cut reached from below his left eye to his neck. His hair was a dark grey with little white, old but still powerful. He was wearing red leather armor, no part of his body aside from his head wasn't covered by the crimson color. Two swords dangled on his back, and a dagger at his side. Pouches hung from his waist, and Maera smelt… something from them. It was a weird smell, almost like rocks but mixed with the tang of blood.

"Can you understand me?" The man asked. To Maera, it came out as "Anc you dersnuda me?" Maera squinted at him, her head almost bumping him in the face. What was he saying?

"Here, let me fix this little language barrier…" The man whispered, and something gold sparked from his left hand. Maera watched in amazement as the gold spark lifted itself in between the two of them, and a net surrounded them. It crackled with electricity and white light. She looked at it in horror, then at the man. "Can you understand me?"

It came out clearly.

Underneath the crust of the world, there lay a desert that spanned the continent of Garaniv. Violet sand shrieked with anger and rage as it hammered on the crust of the world. Spirits of the long and of the lost wandered the landscape, mapping it with ethereal eyes and rotted minds while avoiding the downright monstrous things that roamed the landscape. Giant wurms with the faces of men that had the wings of dragons dominated the skies were the least of the spirits' worries.

All searched for one thing in particular, one thing that each and every creature that populated these hellish sands died looking for.

Turok, the Avatar of Decay.

However, they did not know him to be an avatar. Legends had it that a giant wurm slept underneath the sands of the dead, legends that said this wurm could destroy all life, and would end all life with a simple word of command. Foolish men seeking to kill their rivals but too cowardly to attempt at their life to their faces came looking for Turok, who would end them all by simply thinking about it. So they ventured.

And they died. But by death, by not ascending into Ovara or descending into the Depths, they knew they were getting closer. And that excited them. Some souls had traveled these sands in their entirety nearly twenty times. Always, nothing was found.

Until the day that Courage and Wisdom's boat hit the coast of the crust, the coast of what was this landscape's sky.

The sands shook with a loud growl, which resonated into a roar that shook the skies.

How dare they tread here! Here, the land which they had once conquered. Here, the land which he had laid claim to!

No, Turok would not stand for that. Turok would wake, and when he did, they would die. Glorious decay would come once again to the Tyrants! His realm sung of decay, and the deaths that it would cause.

Glorious decay!

"You've failed me twice now, Bane," Xul sighed. "And here I trusted you with key components." Bane whimpered. The cavern was dark, and Azzonoth and Mrathil were hunting. Now was not the time to summon a castle, after all.

"M-master, I-I-" Bane was trembling.

"Stop. I won't kill you, this time. I believe in third chances." Xul whispered. Bane picked his head up and wagged his tail.

"Th-thank you, mas-master. Te-tell me what to do and I-I'll do it. I won't fail!" Bane grew more confident with each sentence. Xul smiled.

"We will wait for the others to return. And then, we will go over our orders of business. We all have much to discuss for the coming days."

On the west coast of Yusthar, a tall man in red and green armor and a dark blue cloak walked onto a ship filled with workers. He nudged past them, into the captain's quarters. Rotting flesh drooped from the crew members, the bodies of the previous ones already afloat on the sea. Normally, it would have smelt like blood and rotting flesh, but a simple defense net took care of that.

Qsthain smiled. All was according to plan.

Link nearly toppled off of the boat when the earthquake shook the ship. Ros caught him, and the harbor, being not so lucky, lost almost half of its foundation. In the violent shaking, a word in white flashed across Link's vision.

Awakening

Something was awakening. Something that would start a chain of events that would span most of Link's life. He wasn't sure how, but he just knew. Something was awakening. Then the shaking stopped, as if nothing had happened.

Something that would not stop until he killed it or it killed him. Link growled at the thought, the Sacred Beast shoving it out of his mind. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned his head to see Midna staring at him with a raised eyebrow. He smiled.

"I'm fine. Now, what do you say we get off of this ship?" Link asked.

"I agree, thanks. Not that the shaking didn't make me puke or anything." Ros said from behind Link. Link turned around and saw the Knight rubbing his temples. A white-green splotch was on the space in front of him.

"Getting seasick?" Link asked with a wolfish grin. Ros' eyes said that he wasn't in a mood to have fun, he had to get off of this ship. Link laughed for a moment, and then his eyes began to wander around.

They had all but hit a harbor, the warped wood creating an indentation where their ship had made contact with the harbor. Wood branched off of stone walls and floors, supported by thick pillars. The dusty grey color, wet with water, shone in the midday sun. Bales of hay and wood lay in piles in corners. The wall in front of them had six thick indentations the shape of a thick U with a closed line at the bottom. Nothing appeared to be in them. The harbor wasn't particularly busy, but Link's improved senses told him that there was a town behind this place. He could smell it. In fact, this was part of the town.

"How-how-can-can-this-this-unit-unit-assist-assist-you-you?" A voice came from below. Link leaned over the edge, followed by Ros and Midna, and saw a strange creature.

It looked like a man, but didn't smell right or look it. He was tall, nearly eight feet by Link's guess, but was just plain demented. Firstly, gears stuck out of skin the color of dust, little shards of gold in the grey. Four gears stuck out like a crown around the head of the man-thing, almost glowing in the sun. The eyes on the man-thing seemed to be nonexistent, only holes which gave way to more clinking gears. A thin mouth line opened up the same way as the eyes. The man-thing wore golden armor on his legs and feet, and Link felt that the armor didn't slow this creature down. A plain shirt of brown wool stretched over the giant's frame, exaggerating the gears and muscles underneath. The golem (or at least Link thought it was a golem, from the gears sticking out of it) repeated the inquiry. Link spoke up.

"We have no cargo, and are in need of shelter until dawn. Where can we find an inn?" Link avoided the clear question going through their minds at that point: What are you? The man-thing turned the crowned head to the side like an animal, then snapped it up quick enough to make Ros jump.

"Proceed-proceed-to-to-Processing-Processing." The golem responded, and then raised a palm to the ship.

"What are y-" Midna began, but cut herself off.

The golem's hand pulsated green, and the wood around the ship began to change. The wood on the bow began to take itself apart and form a step-like formation down to the harbor. Ros and Link gaped as they watched the wood stick together, like pieces of a puzzle. In a matter of seconds, the wood had constructed a staircase that would take a craftsman at least a month to put into a building. Midna wasn't gaping, but if her eyes were any wider they would have been able to roll out of her head.

"Proceed-proceed-to-to-Processing-Processing." The golem repeated. Link wordlessly put a foot on the steps, followed by another, until he had descended the staircase (full of curiosity, however. Midna had called him a "cat-killer"). Midna and Ros followed suit.

The harbor was mostly quiet, aside from a few of the similar golems and some small animals. The threesome progressed through a small tunnel before coming out into a large town.

The town was in a rectangle-like box of stone walls, the largest buildings coming not halfway up the walls. Everything was a monotonous grey color, save for the sky and a large gate the color of Midna's garment on the far wall. Golems stood tall at each corner, watching the paupers and the thugs with a keen eye. The sun took a watercolor visage in this place, turning a few areas of the walls white. The trio looked around with an interest that resembled that of a small child's.

Something took root in Link's mind. PROCESSING, it imprinted, and made his vision cloudy. Link choked for a moment before the smoke cleared and gave way towards a building. PROCESSING flashed over it again, in vivid green.

The building was tall, shaped like an A with two upper areas instead of one, and a third jutting from in between the first. There was nothing exceptional to note about this building, making Link frown. He enjoyed the new and the exciting. As he walked in the direction of the building, he heard derogatory comments come at them from the streets, most about Midna. He felt the air change around him, and quickly put together that Midna would blow a hole in this place if that continued.

"Just ignore them." He heard Ros whisper. Midna whirled on him.

"Just ignore them? Just ignore them?! Ros, do you have any idea whatsoever about what they are calling me?" Midna was going to burst.

"Midna, ca-" Link was interrupted by Midna turning to him, eyes alight.

"I will not allow this to continue." Midna whispered. Link looked into her eyes for a long moment, penetrating her flames and saw the despair behind them. The confusion. The hatred. The hatred that had shaped her, his dear friend. They were still calling her the names, advancing on the street. The guards had turned a blind eye. Midna began to relax when one of the thugs hit her in the back with a mace. At the flash of Twili blood, the same mindless rage that overcame him when Ganon emerged from smoke ate him again.

"You son of a bitch!" Link roared, charging the man. The man was almost as tall a guard, bald and worn looking. He wore leather armor and a steel, spiked mace on his hip, which he was raising to swing at Link. Link swerved around the blow and sliced at the man's arm, cutting it off just after the elbow. Blood spurted from it, and the cry resounded multiple times as Link saw Ros slice two of the thugs at the neck. The thug picked up his mace with his other hand, and swung it again at Link (far slower this time), but the air suddenly heated up intensely and the thug's limbs suddenly went flying as a ball of black and violet impacted him in the chest. Link looked down, and saw Midna, her hands covered in blood, pointing an outstretched hand at the thug. Her eyes were wide with wonder. The fight in the street stopped as they saw the thug's body fly away.

"Wow," Midna whispered, watching the parts sore over the walls. "He sure went far." Link looked at her and opened his mouth and was about to reprimand her for a messy kill, but stopped himself. The fight resumed behind Link, Ros taking out one thug with a blade to the jaw but another was creeping up behind him. Link was poised to prey on him, but an arrow struck the thug in the center of the chest. The thug choked for air, grappling at the arrow which stained his brown armor red. The arrow hummed once, and the thug dropped. Not like a sack, but like the rock did when Midna dropped it into Zora's Domain on their first adventure. Link traced the source and saw a figure crouched in white holding a strung bow. Ros hit the butt of his sword in the final thug's face while Link helped Midna up, and another arrow buried itself into the neck of the last foe. Link made sure that Midna had her balance before turning to the hooded figure on the nearby rooftop.

"You up there!" Link called. The figure seemed taken aback, sheathing his or her bow. "Thank you!" The figure shrugged, and made a running leap off of the roof. Ros was about to protest when he saw just how strangely graceful the figure landed. The archer turned on his or her hips, giving Link and co. a view of her face.

Their helper was an elf, Link discerned. Or human with long ears, like he. She had straight blond-midnight blue hair and was tanned enough to make her skin look almost yellow. Her eyes were a green so vivid Link thought he could feel the green (he prayed to Farore he couldn't, because that meant his mind was leaking), twinkling with amusement. She had an inflated mouth that was curved into a smile. Their helper's ears looked like Links, but were smaller and sharper. Her build was muscular but slight, and from the way she moved, the elf looked like she was a trained killer. Her robes and armor were a dusty white, intricate lines traced throughout them. She wore no helmet, only a hood and scarf of a blood-stained white.

"I'll take it you three are new here?" She asked, but then became distracted with something behind Link. Her eyes focused so intently on the object that Link had to turn around, and caught Midna biting her lip. "She's hurt." The elf said. Midna laughed, one hand behind her back.

"Me? Hurt? By a mace? Please, this is nothing. Link, you should know me better than that. Ros!" Ros had put a hand to her back which evoked this snap, on the center of her wound. Midna winced when Ros drew his hand back, full of orange blood.

"Yes, you, hurt by a mace," Ros responded. Then he turned to the hooded stranger. "May I ask your name?" The elf smiled.

"Kalyssa," The elf, Kalyssa, pointed to Midna. "Shouldn't you be asking me where an infirmary is so that you can escort your friend there?" Midna rolled her eyes.

"I can barely tell the buildings apart, much less which one is Processing and which one is a hospital." Link put his hand on Midna's shoulder and squeezed gently.

Then the world grew dark with traces of orange, and Link passed out.

Within Link's bloodstream, however, things were far more nefarious.

The cell had taken another, and another, and another into clutches of cold death. The cell now swam in a pocket within Link, devouring the bright hues of red and turning them into deep notes of black and sour crescendos of orange.

It was growing.

Lachio Giarukvi was a dying man.

He was a traditional Garanivian (hence the traditional name) that was nothing short of rich. He was in bed in his estate near the mountains, a sprawling mansion that covered nearly a mile of the area. He was surrounded by mind healers, meant to mend the wounds of his acknowledgement of death and to give him a peaceful one, the dozen of them creating a circle around his bed. Lachio would have periods of blackness, feeling nothing but mind-numbing cold, before shortly being brought back into the realm of the living.

Inside his manse, a shadow lurked.

The shadow walked through the bronze stone halls, gazing with intent at the marble pillars. This would make a suitable home, it decided. However, it's taste lied with caverns.

And then again, the doors with a glowing blue light allured the shadow. Was the target in there?

A dozen dead mind healers later, the shadow cackled over the target, robes and dagger stained red. The old man's eyes widened.

"Rovas?" He whispered. The shadow smiled.

"Let us see, what can I do with this knife… Ah, yes, this." Rovas laughed as he combined dagger with molten rock (suspending the magma in the shape of the knife, of course) and plunged it into Lachio's heart.

Interesting chapter, eh? And Halo 4 recently came out. You can expect something from me when the trilogy (perhaps not) is finished!

On another note, some pronunciation things that you should know:

Kalyssa: Cay-li-sa

Rovas: Roi-vis

Turok: Tiv-ur-oc