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Kalia looked staring shocked then growled eharing all the speach and chucked out six energy blasts turned to blades at the guy in the air hard and fast before sending more shadows out to stab up and try to kill the guy wherever he went with whatever it was she saw before.

Khan thought sighing. "Bring them, kill him if he is a true threat as they state." He said and Kalia took no waiting using her shadow powers shooting out blasting hard to abliterate the enemy they had been chasing thinking she had done good before wincing a little part of her head hurting for some reason.

Khan watched frowning and nodded to some men. "Bring both with him or her." He instructed. "we will speak to them when he or she wakes and give the other two any treatment they need." He said as Kalia began to collapse her head hurting more and closed her eyes as the pain worsened then began to fade confusing her of what it was that just happened.

She glared at the men baring fangs and moved to attack them as Khan watched silently to see how she would be restrained or calmed and brought to come either awake or unconcious and he eyed Grim wondering how he would respond.

Kalia growled snorting and relaxed a little but moved following Grim not wanting teh men to touch her as Khan then lead the way for Grim and Kalia to follow and she would follow as Grim would glaring at the others there as Khan lead the way back.

Kalia went to where told and glared her body tense watching everyone and at times her ingers twitched ready to strike but in watching Grim didn't try to harm anyone not yet as she listened watching Sodain twitching herself again as she watched him waiting eyes narrowed.

"Ease your tension young woman. No one will harm you or your friends here." Khan tried o assure her.

"I don't trust you or anyone here." she growled lowly at him her beast ears twitching.

Rositil moved about her room her body tense clutching her staff that held the glowing crystal inside the top weavings of the wood. She was pacing nervous as the shadows moved and Arosa came into view. She watched her light side pacing and sighed. "Why so nervous? Just do what your stupid staff is telling you." the shadow side said flatly.

"I can't what happens if I do and I mess up?" Rositil asked nervously.

"Worried of messing up the timeline more than it already is? You know this staff is for this and if you need get that shadow girl Silvia here before her place in time is erased. Add in her diamonds." Arosa stated.

"You sure?" Rositil asked worried. Arosa nodded snapping her fingers and brought to her Silvia who looked around confused.

"Listen up shadow user. You are going to be using your diamonds with Rosatil's staff here. We need to set the time right or start a new one all together. She will use her power of green crystals and yours together can reverse this and set it back to start or can do something else I got a feeling could be quite interesting." Arosa explained pushing Silvia closer and watched them.

Rositil looked to Silvia and gulped. Silvia made her diamond with her shadows and as she did Rositil focused her power into her staff and both began to glow starting to hum and buzz loudly as they focused their powers. Arosa also focused sending out some of her dark powers as well to join in to balance it out as they glowed and began to glow brighter before an explosion shot out and filled the area and onwards expanding all the way out.

The light shot out expelling out and filling the area out further and more humming and buzzing widely and wildly then filling with a warmth heat moving on and never ending but slowly began to fade slowly a new time opening up and showing.


Buildings stood tall, the clear night sky casting the light softly on its surface like the canvas of a painter. The soft glow of the firelight gave a breathless beauty to the midnight dark sky, lit by small and millions of sparkling stars high above in the heavens. A soft wind blew gently across the surface of the land where humans and other mortal creatures dwelled. With these mortal beasts and creatures also lingered beasts and creations of Immortal blood and though Immortal, forever life did not come free for where would the balance of exchange be if Immortals did not need to use something to keep themselves alive and going?

To keep their Immortal bodies from falling to ash they had to use mortal beings every hundred years to revitalize themselves with ancient ceremonies that each could perform and each was different depending on the race but all carried the same concept: revitalize their bodies with youth and life for another hundred years less they turn to dust. Example for a Harpy Immortal they perform the ceremony in the air, drawing runes on their sacrifice and dropping them from three hundred feet in the air, reciting a chant as their prey falls and slams into a spike engraved with runes to send that vital life into the Immortal’s body that had dropped the mortal.

Another example would be with the Centarian Immortal. They capture a mortal and place three runes upon the sacrifice’s body. Once the mortal is secured in place by taught rope the Centarian will draw his or her bow, take aim with three arrows and release, when all three arrows strike the three runes the sacrifice is pinned to the surface behind them, normally a tree. Then the life flows into the Centarian Immortal and the mortal body fades becoming dust, leaving little to no traces behind.

For each Immortal there is differs the methods used to sustain that Immortal body from falling into dust every one hundred years. Though a rumor spread; telling about a stone that if found and worn or consumed could sustain an Immortal or mortal body for all time without the need of a sacrifice to sustain the body. When this rumor spread so did the curious and the hunting began for this legendary stone. Few to none knew where it was but all any of the Immortals, then later mortals, knew was the stone held a color of amber and appeared to hold the never ending ocean and sky as one inside it’s crystalized, hard form.

Many searched for this legendary stone, many even killed over it or to what crystal items they thought were the legendary stone of forever youth. The mortals waged war over the stone, each one trying to find it first, to have to themselves the legendary freedom of an ending life. Immortals also raged war over the legendary stone, each one wanting it so to stop needing to ensure they could find a mortal beast or person to use to sustain themselves. But Immortals are not so easily killed so if an Immortal fought another and held no way to end that Immortal’s life they would simply use black magic and place a curse or seal upon them to bring an end or temporary end to their searching for the stone.

They say corruption is not excluded from any man, woman, beast, or child and this was proven to all the mortals, beasts, and Immortals. No one ever questioned to where or how or who started this rumor that tore the land to pieces. No one ever dared try to think of how the legendary stone was brought about or even created. Some told tales as wide and far as the ocean itself. Others simply would say it was a stone given to their land by the Gods and Goddesses who wished to see who could succeed in finding it and become the next God or Goddess.

Watching all this was a young woman, her eyes covered by a dirty black and red cloth, tied behind her head like a bandana, listening to the sounds of the battles and wars. She watched through a power she had, residing inside a stone prison, being one of the few that had lost in an Immortal fight and was trapped within a stone pillar like structure. Her hand rested against the smooth stone surface inside and as her hand glowed a mystic orange like fire she used it to see the outside world, her eyes covered due to her fear of setting things ablaze.

A rare Immortal that was human and a bender, using fire at the mere whim of her thoughts and this also applied to her eyes. She held a small gift that rare to none shared, able to set anything and anyone on fire with a simple look. This power was controllable if trained properly but she had never received the right training nor had she received any training on how to control it. From since she was young her parents had covered her eyes to help protect her and them and others from her burning gaze.

Her parents had been executed for a punishment of housing a demon as the mortal’s referred to her as. And hearing them pass she ripped away the cloth and had turned her pained and crying eyes on the mortal’s there, setting them and the town on fire. When she saw what she had done after the rain had come she had broken down crying. It was then her memory began to become a bit foggy but could bring the images of a person coming to her and offering a hand to her and mouthing words she could not remember.

After that time she was Immortal the next she knew and kept the cloth, receiving no training from the one to make her Immortal, a painful process that took days but once it had been complete she was alone. When she knew that even as an Immortal her eyes could set things on fire by looking at them she quickly recovered her eyes with the cloth as her parents had done for her years ago. Alone she had wandered and traveled, trying to find the place she had left behind so long ago, to find the place where she could call home.

In the darkness her red hair could be seen easily, having streaks of orange in it. It was when word of a stone came to her ears that the battles she learned had begun and in traveling to find a place to call home she was attacked, challenged by an Immortal user of water had attacked. She had tried to fight back but the water had doused her flames and pinned her into a hard spot. Feeling the earth around her moving, the ground damp with water soaked rocks she could hear the noise of stones moving and sound of water rushing. It came to be once the man was finished she realized she had been trapped by a spell that allows a user to use water stones to build a containment structure and that was what she was in.

The water sustained in the rocks held the construction together, promising her fire would not free her and simply make steam if she used it at all and would thus possibly cause her harm. Watching from behind her prison walls she listened, hearing screams of the dying and the injured, wishing there was more she could do but there was nothing she could do. It was not her place or her fight to help others, was it? No, how could it be her fight or her place to fight with or for others who were losing in this epic war? It was a world of every man and person for themselves and she knew this, right? She did know and understand this, didn’t she?

Phyra thought she knew this, thought she understood this but she wasn’t sure if she did fully or not. If she did not fully understand it then would that explain why she felt a need to help fight to protect those that had deemed her a demonic beast from the fires below? Or was it because she did understand that made her wish to help protect? She didn’t know and held no idea to why she felt the desire to help protect those that hated her so badly and had wished her dead and even killed her parents. The race of mortals that ended her family and tried to end her life she felt to protect even though the memory and blood lingered in her mind and on her hands of those she killed that day some years ago before becoming Immortal.

The land inhabited by humans, mystics, creatures, and Immortals. All these beings fighting and searching for a stone that could very well not even exist seemed pointless and senseless to her and others that refused to fight and did their bests to bring about peace for at least their lands. A young woman of fiery hair watched, smirking softly as she quietly from her spot on a cliff, looking down into a pool of fire and water to see the battles taking place grinned, not seeing her sister leaving with a metal, jeweled box that was locked tight.

Inside its metal steel walls was held the stone of legend, a stone that was not to fall into any mortal or Immortal hands. The sister leaving glanced back with her blue hair flowing in the wind that came in through the opening to the cliff home they shared. The orange hair of her sister pulled back and eyes glued to the stone bowl of fire and water she turned and walked out, jumping into the air and moved a hand in a swirl, forming up water droplets to create herself a disc of water to form under her feet and allow her lift in the air.

Moving quickly in the sky she flew, trying to think of anyone to leave to guard the stone that so many fought to find thanks to her sister advertising it to all in the lands. She had to find someone to keep it safe, a stone she created by accident and from curious nature in her she had no idea when she did as she had it would had created the power locked tight inside the box under her arm. A power to make an Immortal or mortal as powerful and hard to kill as any God or Goddess; it was a power she didn’t think could be made into an item yet she had.

A water bender she held little to no Immortal blood whereas her sister held some Immortal blood from their mother who was Immortal, an enchantress who was slain by their mortal father once he came out of the trance she had kept him in when they were in their teens. Now the water bending female was in her early twenties as was her twin but her twin though looked the same age as herself, her age was much older, the Immortal side of her aging slower than the human side.

She would continue until coming to land in a forest area, looking around slowly as she walked through this forested area, listening closely and hoping to find someone to entrust the box to and hope it never be opened. She would walk for some minutes to hours before coming to a stop hearing noise she followed it to see if perhaps it was someone she could entrust with the stones protection and guardianship from any of the evil that resided in hearts, desiring to house and carry that rare stone. The rarest of all stones, the most powerful and yet the most bloodied of stones ever in existence.

A stone she made, a stone that laid innocent life blood on her hands, never to be washed off. Looking to her free hand she could see her body trembling as she remembered in her quest to fulfill her curious nature the sacrifice of six hundred lives all at once, fused into a blinding light of fire, earth, water, and air with the powers of dark and light. The cries still rang in her ears, bringing about memories she desired to forever be relieved of but it would never come fore it was her own fault this happened, creating a stone of souls that were to never be free and could be used to fuel and sustain another’s living body for all time.

A powerful stone, a dangerous stone, and a stone she had no idea how to destroy in order to stop the fighting and the wars among the greedy. As the wind blew her soft blue hair about her gentle cool skinned face she lowered her hand trying to shove the distracting memories of her mistake from her mind. Coming to a stop at the forests edge she saw a family, laughing and playing outside in the spring day, a sight she had not seen since the wars began. It was almost magical in a sense; a sense of magical being was there, a peaceful power residing with them.

A man standing tall laughed as a girl and boy played and another girl joining in on the fun as well. Another man looking young yet his eyes told a tale of sorrow and of times long since gone also was smiling watching the trio play and wrestle in the soft warm green grass. Biting her lip she wondered if she could truly destroy their peace by giving them the box of her mistake, her sin, her cause of the outbreak in wars. Could she bring herself to destroy their joy just so she could rest from the horrible screams that echoed in her mind? To try and gain peace and sleep for the horror she had caused so many lives just to fulfill her own hearts greedy desire to see if a stone that could stop time for one person could even be made?

These questions flooded her mind as doubt began to twist her stomach on if it was right to pass along her problems and her sin to another that had nothing to do with it. Taking a step back she worried now it was the wrong thing to do, scared it would rip them apart and destroy the joy she saw on their faces, destroy the love and harmony residing in their home. She couldn’t bring herself to destroy that for them. She wished to leave the stone with someone to protect it and yet she didn’t wish to bring trouble and burden upon another for her mistake and wrong doing.

The man with the old eyes turned his stare to the forest line and seemed to watch something, seeing a form moving and as if struggling with something. He wondered what or who it was and starting to move a hand he started to life the ground around the form he saw only to stop when a flash of blue struck the stone, destroying it and the same blue light wrapped around the being before vanishing from sight. He pondered to who it had been and to why they had been there.

The being, the woman water bender, appeared in a stone created room, lit by torches and firelight. Before the woman stood another form, a female with narrowed eyes behind glasses she pushed up back onto her nose, eyes looking very much un-amused as if she knew exactly what the young woman had done and been up to. “Lyra of the Water, seems you have been quite busy lately in the past few years, haven’t you? Making war break out is not something taken lightly by the council your mother had gained Immortality from, I hope you are aware of that.” The woman stated in a smooth, silky, firm low voice.

Lyra stared and bowed her head slowly feeling ashamed now as she was looked down upon the woman, holding a book closed in her arms. “You know you and your sister Hitana of the Fire are very frustrating for me in keeping up with all these records that keep flooding in thanks to your stupid little science project. Why you dare to try something like that is beyond my knowledge but that thing you made is not supposed to exist. Hand it over, now. We shall deal with your other half later.” The woman said firmly, her voice frustrated as Lyra handed her the box.

“Please….Fiona…do not punish her. It was not her fault. She had nothing to do with it. It was not her fault. She did nothing wrong. It was all me and only me.” Lyra pleaded, hoping to save Hitana the pain of punishment from the council of Immortals. Fiona took the box, ripping it from Lyra’s hands as she walked over, shoes clicking on the stone tiled flooring as she returned to her seat.

“So what are we supposed to do with her? She’s not Immortal or isn’t fully in any case so how do we deal with her exactly? Execute her?” one male asked confused, the firelight casting shadows to hide his eyes from sight by the way he had positioned himself, giving a creepy feel to Lyra, sending fear into her being.

“I would say it is allowed. She murdered over six hundred people just to see if she could make something that granted true eternal life. She has thrown the balance off greatly and should be killed for her crimes.” Fiona stated strictly, her voice and words unmoved and uncaring about the young woman.

“But that’s a bit mean but she did kill a lot of people does that mean we can kill her and make it all right with the world? The stone there would still exist with so many screaming souls inside it.” A woman said, forming three white flowers that glowed a soft aura of peace.

“She had murdered a light and dark witch for this in that mass of six hundred bodies. She ended the rare life of two magic users that are hard to come by. That also threw the balance off. Not to mention she also killed the youngest royals to the Fire, Earth, Water, and Air elements as well to do this. I am going to be backed up for months sorting through all this data that keeps coming in.” Fiona snapped in frustration at Kira so smiled a bit nervously.

“Well sure she did which does not make me pleased with her at the least but still though is it right to just kill her because of that? I mean…there are still at least ten light witches and ten dark witches out in the world.” Kira said in a weak defense for Lyra’s life.

“No, she should be executed for killing so many lives and for creating a stone of death that I don’t think she knows how to destroy properly that wouldn’t release a new breed of creatures into the world.” Fiona snapped angry and annoyed with the problems that were faced to them and the lands at war with one another. “Who knows what would happen if anyone with a dark enough heart got hold of this thing. It would spell the end of civilization as we know if it that happened. But I bet you didn’t think of that, did you Lyra? You stupid mortals and Immortals without restraint don’t think of the consequences of your actions. You see? This is why Immortals should never ever breed with mortals. You get a new race of stupid.” Fiona complained sighing and leaned back in her seat, pinching the bridge of her nose, thinking, trying to decide how they should or could best handle Lyra.

“Well it could be fun to torture her but if she’s mostly human she’d die a lot faster than any Immortal we’ve tortured.” The man said sighing, moving some of stones up to build a small house in front of himself at his sitting place on the council of six.

“Please, spare me. I had no idea it would work or that it would cause this. Please spare me and my sister or at least spare my sister. She had nothing to do with this.” Lyra pleaded, knowing her sister did have something to do with it because if she had not started the rumor of the stone then the wars would not had broken out and none of the bloodshed would be happening now if the word had not been spread of the stone that could allow life eternal for its wearer or for anyone to consume it into their body.

“Plus if your sister had not been the one to open her lips to let them be loose then we wouldn’t have an innocent victim stuck inside a dark magic curse prison.” The man said quietly, his voice oddly calm as he shifted so one eye staring at Lyra with a deadly stare, as if he could see straight through her sent chills down her spine and through her body, causing her to lower some and step back a bit, feeling scared and nervous from the one in the head spot being silent along with the other two on the council being silent as well during the three’s words about and towards Lyra.

“Please, I didn’t mean to do wrong. I was just wondering if I could do it. I didn’t mean to cause this. It wasn’t my intention to cause all this bloodshed.” Lyra said quickly looking to the members and the man at the head of it, worry and fear in her eyes as she feared what would come to her as in her ears still rang the cries and screams as the room had fallen into a deathly silence, a deafening noise to her ears as she tried to silence the pain that echoed and lingered like the blood she felt she could not remove from her hands.

Lyra watched listening bitting her lower lip worried as she wasn't sure how to answer. "I was not tgoing to use it jerks. I cann;ot belivev the disrespect I get being the keeper of the book of souls. Nowonder the other guy left. You all are idiots to me. I have backlogs and it's not easy getting through that stupid enchantresses barrier she set up before her fddeath to guard hetr kids." Fiona snapped giving thwe box rouhtly to the head of the council.

"Plrease we didn't mean for this to happen." Lyra said softly sadly.

"Well what material would we use? I mean...if we keep using the same material wouldn't they sooner or later catch on by the senveth go about?" The male asked destroying the small house he built on his section of the table before him turning it into a standing quill then a series of farm animals appearing to had become bored.

"We cannot just simply let them keep fighting over something they cannot have. Also this isn't going to end well will it sir? Oh this is no good." Kira said pouting as she leaned back in her seat her three white flowers turned down with their glow before moving around one then two then three shinning a light on Lyra as if a spotlight to make her feel guilty.

Lyra backed up feeling bad shaking her head. "I didn't think this would hapepen. I just wanted to see what we could do. I didn't think this would happen and I thought Hitana would not spread word of its creation."

"You must learn by now your sister has a loud mouth that cannot stay sealed when something of interesting possiblilites exists." Fiona said sharply to Lyra who winced looking down as the woman had a good point. Another paper formed from blue flames landing before Fiona who growled her body tensing. "Another one? You must be kidding me! Whatever we do we must do it now because I am not wanting all this backlogging of tracking and marking down all these deaths and souls to better judge and help them pass along in our records."

She snapped in frustration. "Oh settle down Fiona. It's just paper." Kira chimmed in giggling and had sprout up a pretty pink flower to grow up and tickle into the woman's face which met with with an attempt to bite it as Fiona adjusted her glasses.

"You are very annoying. Why did we let you be on this council? And also, to our dear leader if you dare compare me in any form or manner to that tramp I shall personally watch your head roll down into a spike laiden revine." Fiona hissed sharply glaring at their leader as she glared at the flower and watched it burn up in a blue flame till nothing but ash was there and Kira gave a sad noise a pout.

"Oh here you are, Kira dear, your pretty little flower." Fiona cooed blowing the ash across to Kira who glared and pouted with cheeks puffed out some.

"You are just jealous my flowers are prettier than your mean fire." The earth user said. Lyra was confused about Kira's mental level by the way she acted reminded her of a child not an adult.

"Oh don't worry Lyra. Kira is very much mature. If she's serious then you must watch out and run like the devil bites your heels. She's scary when serious. She's better though when she's fun and like this." The male said chuckling watching Lyra with those piercing eyes that made her feel nervous again as he changed around his stonework some more for fun.

"We never tried to wear it or....Hitana didn't. I might have for a short period to see if it would work as I had Hitana blast me because she's half Immortal whereas I'm not. I didn't get hurt when my sister did so we knew then it worked. We put it inside a box to keep it safe but after I felt horrible and I can't get the screams out of my head nor the dirty blood I feel on my hands. I can't make it stop or go away.

"Hitana said for me to rest and next thing I know later I hear about battles happening all over the place and learn she spread the rumor about the stone around vaguely to one person and that person told others and it spread like fire and she was watching all this unfold like watching an action movie or play." Lyra explained sadly to the leader of the council.

Fiona glared coldly at Sardon coldly growling. "I am the keeper and I take my job very seriously!" she snapped sending blue flames at him for the first strike time and sat down huffing mad and it showed as she glared at him from behind her glasses. "And you dare to bring my file into this unrelated matter and you will wish your horns were attached more strongly to your head because you would dearly hate where I would put them." She hissed sharply making Lyra gulp afraid of her and wondering how she ever got hired to be on the council.

"Oh cool it Fiona. You are too riled up and need to....cool off." The man said moving around stones and he flicked his wrist making her yelp jumping as some water fell on her getting her wet and bringing her death glare to him as he looked up whistling innocently as if he had done no wrong to her.

Kira busted up laughing and nearly fell off her chair laughing so much from the sight and seeing Fiona's hair so neatly put back in a bun dripping wet and trying to pull free to hang down.

Hearing the question Lyra nodded. "I wouldn't have done this if I knew this would happen. I thought everyone would be safe. My sister said all would be safe if we tested our powers together and I....I'm so sorry." She said softly hugging herself and was shaking shaking her head some. "I don't like this. The screams never stop. My sister does not seem distrubed at all but she might be also bothered by this because she was there too." Lyra explained.

"Head leader could we summon Hitana of the Fire here to speak with her or is the enchantresses spell on their home cave too strong to block us to this day from summoning them from their home?" The man said who had just soaked Fiona his eyes on the head leader and a hand out wondering motioning towards him.

"I don't think anyone should mess with time. We'd just have it happen at another time somewhere else and that'd be a bad thing. We don't need it made yet it's sort of already been done and so kinda set, right?" Kira asked moving and leaned over her part of the council sitting spot on her table top and leaned over rolling over to look at the world upside down. To Lyra Kira looked like she was a bored child trying to have fun from their seat in school. Was this really the better side of her?

"We can't make her suffer. Can we erase her memory of the insadent? Maybe if we do she can be happy and free of the nightmares!" Kira said giggling happily with the idea.

Fiona sighed annoyed. "You idiot, we can't just let her walk off scot free you moron. We are not eraseing her memory of her dark need you numbskull. We cannot do that. She will need to live with this then if we aren't going to execute the law breaker." the keeper of the book of souls said coldly her words sharp and made Lyra wince hearing that.

Lyra thought then spoke softly. "It was around the Gala Hills....I think." she said trying to remember.

Fiona frowned sighing annoyed glaring then yelpped looking at Sadon glaring trying to catching her papers. "Oh ypu! I cannot believe this! You have any idea how hard it was organizing this?" she snapped frustrated gathering up her papers muttering annoyed about this. "Thank you for drying me but be careful next time of what you are doing!" she snapped sharply at him.

"Fiona can be grumpy." Kira said to Lyra giggling and rolled around siting normally now as the male by her nodded.

"Yes she can be quite...grumpy most the time but she can be good. She just needs to loosen up her stuck up pants some times." He snickered some at his comment smirking watching her regather all her papers.

"If it is proven she did stop them then yes a hero she is but if not then no she is not." Fiona said sorting her papers again muttering how bad it was that people kept messing up her files as she took her job very seriously.