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Xol walks out of the billowing mist that is his portal from Mastema's santuary. The mist swirls around, but does not dissolve into him yet. He breathes deeply recognizing many scents, but one catching him off guard. A grin creeps arcross his lips as he murmurs the person's name, "...Morrigan."

Xol unsheaths his new blade, one formed from both Exodus, Jenova and shards of the Black Rose which he destroyed on his own accord. The blade was black and had a blood red rose etched along it from the base of the blade to slightly the quarter way up. It was the Black Rose's way of saying it was not gone, merely, transpired into a new state of being.

All three swords together made for some interesting new abilities Xol had to learn all over again. Many were simply more powerful, but most required more will power and determination to focus. Unleashing this new blade's power would a tiresome task, but Xol was up to the challange. Now all he had to do was give it a name...

Xol holds the blade in front of his face, narrowing his crimson eyes at the intricate runic marking of the Rose. "I will name thee Infinity." He smiled, gripping the hilt of the blade tightly. Small, black crackles of lighting like energy ripped off the blade as his mist enveloped both him and it. The mist faded into nothingness, along with Xol and Infinity.

a falcon swoops down, and lands onto his already outstreached hand. he reads the message and looks up "great, gotta go duty calls. fair well" and he teleports away

9 thrusts and lunges at an invisible force in the air. She went over every move she had leaned over the years. Starting from the simplest of moves and ending with the deadliest. Sweat covered her brow as she worked herself ragged.

Once she finally came to a close 9 let herself fall backwards and laid quietly in the cool grass. She closed her eyes and put the daggers up. It was nice to feel at peace again if it wouldn’t last to long.

*dark kaiori yawns and finds a nice looking tree, she sits under it and leans on the trunk, she closes her eyes with a sigh*

A figure sillhoutted in the darkness of the night, flew over the gardens. The figure circled the garden twice then stopped in mid-air. The figure had stopped infront of the full moon allowing anyone (if anyone was watching) to see that it was truly two figures. A gryphon and it's rider. A female rider. The female rider looked young. She appeared to be just barely 21. The Gryphon landed under a large tree. The rider dismounted and patted it's mount. The Gryphon pawed the ground and nudged it's eagle head against the young woman's face. The woman smiled and patted the Gryphon. Then stopping, she turned and looked around with bright green eyes. Seeing the rose bushes she walked over to them.

As she approached, the moonlight fell upon her. It bathed her in it's silvery light. Again if anyone had been watching they would have noticed that she had wings sprouting from her back. They were black and wirey and looked almost as if they were just giant combs. However, at the moment they were folded over her chest and her mid-section. She looked around again; it was as if she was searching for somthing specific. But what knowledge could this stranger know of the Black Comapy and it's garden? And then, just as if the question had been silently answered, she caught hold of what she sought. Irvine Gray's grave.

She approached Irvine's grave with a rather shyness. She smiled at the fact that it was near White Roses. She muttered somthing about Irvine's father then. When she finally reached the grave, she stood staring at it in silence. She closed her eyes. Her silky black hair fell to her waist and around the skirt she was wearing. Then kneeling down, she looked at Irvine's sword and spoke softly to it, as if it were Irvine himself.

"Hello Irvine...It's finally nice to meet you. If your watching me, then I bet your wondering who I am. Well, to put it simply, I am your mother..."

After that comment, a wry grin spread across her face. Was this young girl really Irvine's mother? She looked nothing like Irvine. She had long, black, silky hair. Green eyes that held such an intensity and beauty that they were like two emeralds in her face. However, looks could be deceiving.

"Yes, Irvine, I truly am your mother. This is just one of my many different forms. Like your father undoubtedly told you, I am a Sorceress with immense power. I seduced your father and he fell right into my hands. He did everything for me. And as you know, I fell in love with him. It was a deep love. A deep passionate love that changed me forever. However when I grew pregnant with you, I knew that if I kept you, you would be ridiculed and tormented when you left my protection. So I left you with your father. And look how you turned out. I was always forced to watch you from afar. I watched you grow into the man you are. I watched as you became a Knight and then went on and became a Paladin. I was so proud of you. However, I could never find the courage to meet you in person. And now that your gone..."

She broke off. Then she clutched somthing around her neck. She took it out of her blouse and let it rest out in the open. It was a silver cross. She clutched it tightly in her hand. She kissed the center of it and then stood up. Her wings unfolded and went out to their fullest extent. The wirey wings blew gently in the cool night breeze. She took the silver cross from around her neck and it began to glow slightly. She clasped it tightly in her right hand.

"For you my son, I give my soul. I will give my soul to the god's in echange for yours to be free. In three day's you will be reborn anew."

She placed the cross around the hilt of Irvine's sword with a long, thin, red string of rope. The cross hung down the front side of the blade and glowed silver. Irvine's mother smiled. It was a smile of joy, knowing she had done somthing right. Then slowly she began to fade. She soon became transparent. And then, with a slight breeze she faded away from exsistance. However one thing remained. One thing stayed behind. A lily. A black lily laid atop all the other white roses at the edge of Irvine's blade.


(A picture of Irvine's mother and the cross.)

Morrigan walks into the gardens on a bright sunny morning, she takes off her boots, and sits against a tree, the sun shining down on her face, lighting her appearence. She couchs a few times into her hand, and there are a few blood splatters from her lungs that are slowly deterrierating, she only has a few more days left. Gabriel...
She leans her head back, and closes her eyes, she falls asleep there, but a bit too deep of sleep, and falls fast into a comatose state.

~her eyes brighten a little as she enters the garden with a smile on her face, she had always loved gardens, she looks around slightly~