Ayva stood in her room, looking out of the window at the cloudy sky. It had been a few days since they had returned from Crocus and things were starting to look up.

She and Rogue had talked things over and she had decided to ignore the voice in her head telling her she didn't deserve happiness without a soul. She cared for Rogue like she had never had for another and he had looked passed her lack of a soul, caring for her regardless and wanting to stand by her side.

As she watched the clouds moving through the sky, she felt a strange sensation- the familiarity of it just like what she had felt in the capital. She looked down towards the street- grateful that her people had always had excellent sight- and saw a figure standing near the guild hall.

'Who is that?'

Ayva left her room, stopping by Sting and Rogue's rooms. 'They're both sleeping...' She closed their doors and headed down the hall.

Frosch stirred when he heard the door open and looked over sleepily to see Ayva peeking her head in. As he sat up, she closed the door. He looked over at Rogue, gently shaking him.

"Mmm... what is it, Frosch?"

"Ayva... she was just here... she looked worried..."

Rogue looked from the exceed to his door. "I'll go check on her."

As he made to get up and headed for his door, however, a large explosion sounded and shook the entire building. "What the hell?"

"Rogue! What the hell was that?!"

Rogue looked at Sting as he came out of his room. "No idea."

"Master!"

Rogue and Sting looked at Dobengal as he came running down.

"It's Ayva!"

Ayva stood outside of the guild hall and looked around, spotting the figure just down the path a bit at the gate. "Who are you?"

"It's been a long time, little elf."

Ayva looked at the shrouded figure, her narrowed. "Who are you? What business do you have here?"

A dark chuckle came from the figure and whoever he was stepped out from the shadows. "I came to see you. Imagine my surprise when I learned that the pathetic wretch I had stolen their soul from was up and kicking despite the thrashing I gave."

Ayva's eyes widened and she stepped back. "You..."

"Ah, there's that lovely look of fear I've missed so much." The man stepped forward, giving her a mocking bow. "Allow me to introduce myself: Kektir Mosk, master of the Hellcry Devils guild."

Ayva glared at him, readying herself for an attack. "Why are you here?" She fought to keep herself under control.

"You've been a real thorn in my side, you and Sabertooth. Getting into business that is none of your concern. I've come with a parting gift and a warning." Kektir looked behind him. "Come here, dear boy."

Ayva's eyes widened as a second figure stepped forward. "E-Elyon...?"

"Your sister has missed you, dear boy." Kektir said, sneering. "Why don't you give her a fond farewell before we depart?"

"Yes, master."

In a blink of an eye, Elyon lunged at Ayva and attacked her using the martial arts style of their people, Amyakadi- an offensive martial art that focused on thrashing one's opponent through minimal, but relentless and very precise strikes; its primary focus both punches and blocking, often relying on the speed and flexibility of oneself primarily, but also of their opponent.

Ayva tried to parry her brother's attacks. "Elyon, please! It's Ayva! This can't be you! You'd never hurt me!"

Elyon ignored her, knocking her back on her feet before landing just a few feet away. He formed a magik circle.

"Sabertooth will cease their investigations and leave us to our business. You, dear little elf, I have plans for. If you wish to see your brother live, then you will come to Oshanora. Alone. If you do not, then I will kill your brother." Kektir said, sneering at Ayva. He looked to Elyon and nodded.

Elyon looked at Ayva, his eyes narrowing. "Chaotic Assault."

Ayva was blasted back by the barrage of chaos magik, being thrown back through the guild hall doors and slamming into a wall. She grunted as she hit the stone wall, looking back towards where Kektir Mosk and her little brother had been standing. "Elyon..."

"Ayva!"

Ayva felt weak as she slumped forward, falling into the pool.

'Sister, forgive me.'

'Elyon..?'

'I don't have much time before I lose control of my mind again. Kektir has me under an enslavement spell. Please, you have to help me.'

'But you'll die...'

'I've lived my life as a puppet. I just want to be free. Please, sister, you're my only hope.'

Ayva felt someone holding her in their arms, her world going black. "Elyon..."

'I'll be waiting for you, sister. I'm sorry.'

Ayva reached up, her vision blurred. "Rogue..." She knew it was him and touched his cheek. "I have to save him..."

Rogue looked down at Ayva as he carried her to the infirmary. "It'll be alright, Ayva. Just hang in there."

A week passed since Ayva was attacked. Rogue and Sting had been searching for the culprits, trying to find any sign of them but to no avail. Everyone pitched in, just as worried as they were about Ayva's safety and well being. Someone attacked one of their friends, attacked their guild. And someone was going to pay.

Rogue made his way to the infirmary to check in on Ayva, finding her awake and sitting up in her bed. "Ayva, you're awake!"

Ayva looked over as Rogue hurried to her side, hugging her in relief. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to worry you..."

Rogue looked down at her and kissed her, pressing his forehead to hers. "It's alright. You're fine now."

"He's alive..."

Rogue looked at her. "Who?"

Ayva's eyes teared up. "Elyon, my little brother..."

"But how?"

Ayva shook her head. "I don't know, but I need to speak with Sting and the others. I know where the Hellcry Devils are."