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"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you met me out here, representing Lord Cthulhu. I'll just..." Leonardo stopped as he heard a voice in the throne room. "Well, it seems someone has an audience with him, so I'll wait."

Teka sat back down on his bed. Figuring that Lamkit didn't have much knowledge of who he was, Teka decided he was fine where he was, "I suppose he'll find out sooner or later, as will you." He rubbed his head as his headache returned. Teka took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. "Hm. I suppose I'll start from the beginning. That night, back in Keyeu. That's when the Zilophos first started-No. I need to begin further back. Leonardo, the one you met back into the forest, had partnered himself with a scholar named Vekli. I've not met Vekli, but I'm told it is he who administers the Zilophos out to others. For some reason, the Zilophos only works with a certain type of people. I've yet to figure this out, but I thin-" Teka was quickly on his feet as something manifested next to him.

Nethrin stepped forward, "You're still there? Good. We've not much time before Leonardo arrives, so let's get on with it."

Teka took a step back, "What?! But you said I had th-"

Nethrin didn't give Teka a chance to finish his sentence. He grabbed Teka by the collar and tossed him out the window. He quickly disappeared, and reappeared beside Teka in the courtyard, who cursed, calling Nethrin a liar. "Don't think of me harshly, Teka. I do this because it is the best option for all parties involved." "Mathias. When I give you control, my armor should change to fit your needs. You won't have the same abilities as I, but you'll develop some of your own. I won't regain control until you give it back. To ease your mind, think of this as a friendly sparring match. But remember: secrecy. Alright." Nethrin's armor began glowing blue, and it shrunk down to a size that fit Mathias. The blue glow faded, and both claymores were gone, replaced by a broadsword on the back.

Mathias looked himself over, satisfied with the armor. "Excellent." Mathias drew the broadsword from its sheath, and threw the sheath to the ground. "Sorry, Teka. But you're not the only one Vekli wants."

Teka stood to his feet, mesmerized by the transformation. "Just what do you have up your sleeve this time, Nethrin?" Teka didn't get an answer, and Mathias rushed at Teka with his weapon over his head. Teka put his arms out in front of him, hoping that one would transform into something useful. Miraculously, his left arm changed into a curved blade; the same weapon he had attacked Tobias with. The weapons clashed, and sent a ringing into the air. Teka twisted and tried to kick Mathias, but Mathias caught Teka's leg, and then the armor glowed blue once more. With a mental message from Nethrin, Mathias knew what this met. Mathias swung Teka into the castle wall with such a force, cracks appeared.

Lamkit jumped to his feet the second he saw a man magically appear in the room. Lamkit held the rope until he felt no more weight on it. He jumped of the window, landing perfectly on his feet, though felt a little jarred he unsheathed his sword. Lamkit raised his blade and ran toward Mathias intending to make a dent. He didn’t think twice about anything else, maybe if he helped them, they would help him.

Akivir nodded to his master and walked out of the room, sulking. He held the vial up, “I have better uses for you than as a dragon, you were once the queen’s guardian, the idiot doesn’t know that if you became dragon you’d just become powerful. You’ll perhaps even be powerful enough to evade K'eychei's powers of manipulation.” Akivir passed Arcturus and Leonardo on his way to a forgery, where he would have a smith create a blade for Meesha’s soul, and then killed. There had to be someone’s soul to take the place of Meesha’s in the egg. “Hello, I would speak softly, M’lord isn’t quite happy.” He walked on.

(guys if you were wondering, when Akivir bit his thumb earlier, it was meant as an insult. Used in old england durring the age of the Tudors and the Elizabetian age.(the Tudors were the king Henrys... if you didn't know.))

(you are quite welcome)(*pushes up fake glasses and talkes with an over done lisp* So guys, what next, I say we kill the presedent of Vesesuala. And then with his army we could take over the invisible land of Snqueches.)

Sortai seemed a bit confused. "Alright. I'll give him first move."

(( I already own Venezuela. It's Chile you want. ))

(Ignore him Becca. We stick to the plan.)

"Well, Mathias. It seems as though they're waiting on us. Shall we give them what they want?"

Mathias nodded, and his armor flashed blue once more. Mathias stuck his weapon into the ground, and the blue glow remained. As he stood, holding the hilt of his weapon, three shapes started form around him. These shapes took the form of Mathias, and then drew their weapons.

"Now, you will be completely immobilized while the Specters are apart from your body. Once they return, or fall, you will be able to move again. Command them wisely; as they fall, you will grow weak."

Two of the Specters ran in opposite directions, one left and one right. The remaining Specter charged Teka while the others dealt with Sortai, and Lamkit. From what he could see, Teka saw the Specter's blade go down, getting ready to strike. Teka moved his arm to block, but was slammed against the castle wall again. Strangely enough, his legs that seemed to disobey him earlier, were keeping him up.

(Rugga, Yvansi, the two Specters are yours to puppeteer.)

( it appears it be time for me to rejoin you...)

Regius sneered at teh image of the Deamon King. "Sortai and Teka i can give you. I however, do not know who this Bigham is." He put Meesha's body on the floor and thrust his weapon into the ground. "And why would you have any intentions for these rebels. They are weak, fragile, and dumb." The same thing he thinks of me... Regius thought to himself. Grinning, the deamon pointed at a mirror behind him. "Perhaps we could meet in person to discuss this. This will however be on neutral ground." He said as he chuckled. "Because unlike several weeks ago were i would be no match for you, surely now we would be even. Both of us would be severally wounded, or dead by the time we were done in a fight."

Icemaw looked up at the palace guards and frowned. "Take me to the Book of Diakar, now." he stated sternly. Knowing that his draconic influence still held the guards in thrall, he was sure they would be unable to even understand him. Yet, he was surprised when they nodded and started down Tobias's halls towards his library. Following behind, the edge of his robe lightly rubbing the clean floor. "Again i see that my families legacy was a bloody one..." he said at the sight of the painting depicting Queen Diakar, the greates and most powerful dragon to live, clawing and biting a green drake, most likely one of his rivals ancestors, Morphaz the Sleeper. Stopping at the sight of the sapphire inlaid doors of the Librarium, Icemaw nodded to the guards. "That will be all mortals." After hearing their armored steps fade, he opened the doors. Hearing stories of how you must think of the book you wish to find before opening the doors, less you wander the massive, magical librarium for eternity, he took them into consideration. Satisfied, he opend the doors and sure enough, there lay the book. The white pages were bound in ancient silver runes. The book seemed to even generate a fog about it. Picking it up, he smiled. "If my mind is anything like hers, then i will have the powers of this book in my control in hours..." He whispered, as he starting reading the ancient tome, already feeling the power of one of the ancient flow into him.

Akur looked around at all the stunned soldiers. "Weaklings! Is this all you can do?!" He yelled. Taking another look around, he saw a more ornately and powerful built man. "You, come here..." The shadow dragon said, his voice mingled with a venomous hiss as he pointed a claw at Brigham.

(... i killed you? And the only reason i need you is everyone i control is in attendance with one of your dudes... Wait, what the hell am i saying! I RAN INTO A TABLE!!!)

(I'm sorry Yvansi!!!!!!!!! I had to...)

Lamkit was taken aback when the Specter went back to Mathias. “What’s happening?” he asked running toward Sortai.

Akivir woke in the middle of the night, hearing the noises of sleep, “I can’t stay here.” He whispered to himself and fled through the village to the forge, “SIR! I need my sword, is it done?” the man asked why he demanded it so quickly but he pulled it from a cooling bucket. “Good, thank you, I fear I may be running out of time.” Akivir poured the white cloud –like liquid onto the blade, it glowed white then its color dulled. Akivir spun around and sliced the forge master’s head of with a single slice. He closed the severed head’s eyes and waved a hand over the body, a red cloud appeared coming from its mouth. He ushered the cloud into the vial that he used for elf queen’s spirit. With a whisper the soul temporarily turned white. Akivir placed the head near where it used to be, honoring the dead. He swiftly left the forge and he ran to the Demon King Cthulhu. “My lord, the queen’s sprit is ready to be transferred to a dragon.” He said as he entered the high chamber.