Silver felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Emerald Cup at last. He raised his head. "Where are we?" he said. Sonic shook his head. He got up, pulled Silver to his feet, and they looked around. They had left the Soleanna grounds completely; they had obviously travelled miles, perhaps hundreds of miles, for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large group of trees to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Silver could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside. Close to them was a large black cauldron. Sonic looked down at the Cup "Did you know the Cup was a Warp Gate?" "No. Is this part of the Task?" "I don't know. Be ready". They both raised their Talismans; they had the distinct feeling that they were being watched "Someone's coming" Sonic said. Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Silver couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short and had a strange shaped head that was covered by a cloak. And several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time. Silver saw that the thing in the person's arms looked like a baby or was it merely a bundle of robes? Silver and Sonic shared quizzical looks. Then the figure move towards a largest gravestone. "Lumos" with the light Silver saw the name on the gravestone "Samuel Tund".
Silver's eyes widened and he looked back at the figure who removed his cloak. It was Mordred the Snake who was wearing a familiar pair of gauntlets and a cape "Sonic, get back to the Cup!" "Why?". Then without warning Silver's head exploded in pain. It was agony like he never felt in his life. He put his hands over his face and he fell forward. He felt like his head was being split open. Sonic tried to help him "Silver, what is it!? Silver!" "GET BACK TO THE CUP!". Sonic saw Mordred coming closer. He raised his hand "Who are you? What do you want!?". Then Silver heard a voice he last heard in person three years ago "Kill the spare". Silver gasped and raised his head "NO!" "Avada Kedavra!". A black shape shot out of Mordred's hand and hit Sonic squarely in the chest. He fell backward and Silver stared into his open but empty eyes. He was dead. Sonic wad dead. The one second of looking at his body felt like an eternity. But before he could accept what he was seeing, before he could feel anything but numb disbelief, he was hit by a spell which made him rise above the ground. Mordred pulled Silver's gloves and bracelets off. Silver was then thrown against the headstone which had a statue of a cloaked figure with a scythe. The statue moved the scythe and pulled it against Silver's neck pinning him against the stone. Silver tried to fight against it "YOU!" he yelled at Mordred who refused to look at him "Do it, now!" a voice come from the bundle Mordred was carrying. Silver didn't want to see what was inside, every time he looked in it's direction his head hurt even more. Then he heard a noise at his feet, Ifrit had crawled past him and was now circling the graveyard waiting. Mordred waved his hand and a fire started under the cauldron. The liquid inside didn't bubble, it released sparks "Hurry!" the pained voice in the bundle said. Mordred approached the cauldron "It is ready, Master". He opened the bundle revealing what was inside. Silver screamed into the night. What Mordred revealed was the size of a baby, but it was so skinny it was practically skeletal, its skin was pale white and sickly, the one part of it that looked alive was the familiar piercing gold eyes that Silver had only seen once before. Mordred looked just as revolted by it as Silver was. He looked away as he lowered it into the cauldron's liquid. Silver heard it hit the bottom of the cauldron "Let it drown" he thought "Please let it drown". Mordred was shaking in fear as he raised his hand to the gravestone "Bone of the father unknowingly given, you will renew your son!".
The ground under Silver's feet started to shake and then a bone emerged out of the dirt. It hovered across and fell into the Cauldron turning it a poisonous blue. Mordred was whimpering now, he took off the gloves and the cape and placed them gently onto the clean stone of one of the graves. He then approached the cauldron and took out a silver dagger. He cried as he extended his left hand, the one with the missing finger "F-Flesh…Of the Servant…W-Willingly given…Y-You will re-revive your master". With his right hand he raised the dagger. Silver realised what he was about to do a second before he did it. He closed his eyes. He heard Mordred bring the dagger down, a blood curling scream and then something splashing into the potion. Silver finally opened his eyes again, the potion was now blood red. Mordred was limping towards him, his left wrist was now covered by the robes that held the creature. He was still crying and spoke through gritted teeth "Blood of the enemy…". Silver could do nothing to stop him. Mordred raised the dagger "Forcibly taken…". He sliced open Silver's right arm "You will resurrect your foe". Silver screamed in agony as Mordred staggered back to the cauldron. He held the knife over it "The Dark Lord…". He hit the knife with his finger making it drip blood into the potion. Now that his job was done Mordred fell to his knees crying as he cradled his bleeding stump. The Potion was now blindingly bright "Please, let it drown. Let it be dead. Please" Silver begged in his head. The cauldron burned away into a black smoke, in its place was what could only be described as a ball of red flesh. It shook and convulsed. Bones started to appear pushing against the skin. Arms and legs grew out of it. It grew taller and thinner, the top formed into a head. It lowered to the ground on its newly formed feet. The figure was skeletal but then the flesh expanded slightly giving it a healthy-looking physique. Chalk white fur began to grow out of the skin. The figure felt its own head as dreadlocks grew out of the back. The symbol of the Dark Mark was on his forehead. Finally, he opened his crimson eyelids revealing the same Golden eyes Silver had seen before. Lord Finitevus has returned.
